The White Cart is white

The White Cart is white

We are not going to home park today because dad said there were too many peoplsees and not enough space. Instead we are going to a golf course. Poppys likes golf courses, lots of space to run and play ball. I have never been to Pollock golf course before so this should be an adventure. When we got there the car park was empty and covered in snow. I got a fright when passing the club house and the doors opened by themselves. What the… “Come on Poppy” said dad, not hanging about here I was off. At the top of the hill I saw we had the whole place to ourselves, BALL BALL BALL
Further down we found a path and decided to follow it. It was icy and the snow crunched under my paws.
The path had lots of smells that I recognised. Dad I smell coos. Is it the ones from the park? Yes said dad, mmmm, but were not at the park.
The path grew smaller and we could see peoplsees in the distance so decided to double back. We met some peoplsees with a dog they told us a good way to get to the river, all we had to do was climb a fence. Can we mum? Mum went over then dad picked me up and handed me to mum.
poppy the westie snow pathfinder
We were in a big field slopping downwards, the river must be down here. In the corner was a kissing gate, I know how these works so shot straight through, hurry up mum lets go. Soon I saw the river. It was strange, it was silent. It also looked different. The White Cart was, well white!
poppy the westie finds the white cart
On we went until we could go no further, a nasty spikey fence stopped us from following the river. How about we follow it the other way dad?
poppy the westie wating for mum
Suddenly I realised where we were. We are in the big park at Pollock House! I could see the path we normally take across the river. How do we get over there Mum?
poppy the westie working out how to cross the white cart
I was having lots of fun jumping over the snow, it was too deep to play ball, every time dad chucked it, the ball vanished into the snow. The banks of the river got less steep and I could go down for a drink. MMMMM what’s this? The river is hard! Dad look! I can walk on water! “Poppy come here!” shouted mum. It was hard to get off my paws and legs went into action but I didn’t get anywhere fast.
poppy the westie walks on water
The river wandered its way through the fields all the way to the mill where the beach was. At this point it was a river again, loud as it tumbled over the weir.
poppysocks at the snowy weir in pollock park
Can we go to the big house and play in the maze? Lets go to the bridge so we can play in the maze! “No Poppy not today” said dad, spoilsport.
poppysocks at pollock park in the snow
When we got to the bridge we never crossed it. Instead we climbed a fence that said “private keep out”, good job Poppys cant read. The path took us opposite the big house but on the wrong side of the river. It was much quieter here.
poppy the westie on other bank of pollock house
It continued on and joined the golf course, by now the sun was out and it was perfect conditions for a game of ball all the back to mini. This was a good walk, I’m glad we came here.

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