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.
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.
A few miles later the beach still went on.
And on, Dad I love beach but come on, my wee legs are sore!
Eventually we came to its end at a place called West Port
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.
At last we made it to the golf course, only a short distance to Betsy.
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.