West Port Beach

West Port Beach

Today we ate going on a long walk on the beach. To get there we must go over the golf course and through the nasty jaggy long grass. On the beach there was still no way over the river, it doesn’t look much but its deep and angry.
poppysocks on west port beach
We started off in good spirits in the first mile I found a dead seal monster, mum and dad would not let me near it, No Poppy. I then found a ball that was too hard to bite.
poppysocks does not like this ball
A few miles later the beach still went on.
poppy the westie on Machrihanish beach
And on, Dad I love beach but come on, my wee legs are sore!
poppy the westie on march to westport
Eventually we came to its end at a place called West Port
the end of the beach
OMum wanted to go back by road, dad had other ideas, “it’s 10 miles by road” he said. We turned back. As the day grew darker we were still on the beach.
west port beach
At last we made it to the golf course, only a short distance to Betsy.
poppy the westie makes it back to Machrihanish
When we got to Betsy the skys opened, home safe, dry and shattered. It’s a good job the Old Club House could not take us tonight. Much better to stay in for dinner.

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