Sunny Sunday Morning
I woke up next to dad this morning he woke me as he was getting out of his sleeping bag, big yawnsees, big stretches, right good scratches, munch some brecky, ready for the day. Sniff, sniff, sniff, it’s my new pal Harris! Sure enough, as I jumped out of Betsy Harris was there waiting to play. We ran about like puppys across the campsite as dad talked to Harris’s mum.
Playtime was over too soon because Betsy was chomping at the bit to go. We said our goodbyes and hit the open road.
Betsy followed the road on the west side of the island, we saw something called a nuclear submarine, not impressed. Dad took Betsy off the main drag down a wee road just big enough for Betsy but no more. Passed the Kingarth standing stones park, past the airport. Well Dad said it was an airport but to me it just looked like a field. Mum was getting annoyed dad wanted to see St Blane’s Church mum wanted to go to Killchattan Bay.
When we got there we would have to walk, mum said she wasn’t moving from Betsy. Betsy turned around and went back the way she came. It wasn’t long before she rolled into Killchattan Bay. The beach did not look too good for a game of ball so Betsy stopped for a rest at the end of the town. Off leash I took mum and dad to a signpost. Dad said we should check out the fault line, OK dad, what’s a fault line?
Mmmm fault line? More like some rocks. Poppys likes rocks, lets go climb. Dad said we should follow the West Island Way path, nice day for a walk why not. We followed the path beside the sea, lots of smells and lots of strange beasties. First was a huge dragonfly that made an odd noise as it moved about, I was going to bite it but it was too far in the brambles, poppys no likey jaggy brambles. Then on the path were tiny wee frogees, brown and jumpy, can I eat them dad?
At the end of the path we met two peoplsees who were camping in a cave. Dad was most impressed with their campsite. The tent wouldn’t even get wet would it dad? We shared their view for a few moments then left them to their bacon and eggs as we sauntered back to Betsy.
Betsy took her time going back to Rothesay. On the way dad waved at the Isle of Bute Scooter club as they wizzed by on a Sunday ride out. “Nice day for it” dad said. Betsy found a place to stop at the ferry pier. Dad I’m hungry can we get food? We have enough time, Zavaroni’s? Zavaroni’s it is. Roll in sausage? Square sausage? YUM! Fed and watered Betsy took us onto ferry, time to go home.