All morning mum and dad have been going out to Betsy with bags of stuff. Something is definitely happening. Dad took me for my morning walk round the block, mum went to Betsy again. When we finished the walk we didn’t go home. Dad loaded me into Betsy. That can only mean one thing. Adventure.
Betsy roared into life for the first time in ages. She creaked and groaned as she set off. First, we went to the big petrol shop, Betsy was thirsty after her long sleep. When she finished her drink, we were off on the open road. I watched the cars and the trucks go by for a while and then went for a nap. When I woke up Betsy was in a field and the sun had come out.
Action Stations! Dad jumped out and plugged the orange snake into Betsy. Next, he got a huge bottle, three times the size of me, filled it with water and pumped it into Betsy. This was odd, Betsy doesn’t drink water, dad said it was because of covid. Then dad got an empty water bottle and some tape, crawled under Betsy and taped the bottle to a pipe. Very odd, he never does that, I looked at him, he said the accident last year ripped a pipe from Betsy.
Betsy all sorted time for a walk. We crossed the campsite came to a field and I was set free. So many new smells. At the end of the path was a road so leash back on grrrrrr. The road suddenly went downhill, fast. It was so steep I thought my bum would go over my head. Peoplsees coming up the road were panting for air, their faces bright red.
At the bottom all I could smell was the seaside. BEACH! Lets go! On the way to the beach I met one of my cousins, He was nine and he had a good dad not like mine, no mr buzzy for him, his coat was long.
Finally the beach. BALL BALL BALL
Wondering along the beach playing ball, how good can it get? It was getting late and we had a mountain to climb before supper. Time to go back.
We used a different path to go home. It was not as steep as the road, but it was still steep. Back at Betsy the hill had taken it out of me, nap time.