A Rainy Day in the Mull of Kintyre!

See Yooo Woofers!

It's McDaisy, McHolly, Miss McMay, Miss McWendy, MacFreddy and Eric de MacFerret!

Today has been one of those 'Holiday Days' the ones that start out wet and get wetter as the day goes on!

Do we care? Nah!

As Old Two Legs says, 'We don't go to Scotland for the sunshine'!

After the morning chores of walking and cage cleaning OTL and us left The Missus finishing off the sample card for the next Master Class and headed off up the coast.

Holly, who has got a bit of a Grumbly Tum from poking around a dead sea gull, decided she needed to stop somewhere secluded so she can have an urgent poo!

It was lucky that we found a parking spot next to a beach with easy access, like, over some grass!

Holly went off looking for a good spot while I investigated the waves!

Come on Holly Chops this is just right for washing your butt!

 Holly decided that the ignominy of having OTL clean her butt with some 'Baby Wipes' was preferable to having he butt washed by the pounding waves!

The Isle of Arran was still looking very wet with low cloud!

It looked wetter over there than over here!

 A bit further on we noticed that the wind screen wipers had stopped, so with a quick woof in his ear, OTL parked up by another beach so we could have a run!

OK, this is OK but how do we get down?

 Of course, it was OTL who called us over to the path where we could get onto the beach for a roll in the sand and a wee!

We are miles away down the other end of the beach!

 Back we went to the rocks again and kicked up dome young Eider Duck who got Holly all excited and asking if they tasted like Chicken or a Seely Bed!

Here Ducky, come to Holly Chops!

 Pretty soon we were off again and this time we were heading back down the Mull of Kintyre and on the Atlantic side. The waves and the wind wasn't as fierce as before so OTL said we could stop at a beach where they do surfing. 

Surfing is where these Two Legs get all dressed up in rubber and try swimming out to sea on an Ironing Board, the, they stand up on the ironing board and try to fall off into the surf as close to the beach as possible!

OTL says that it is also known as 'Wild Ironing'!

Holly and I were standing on a rock watching this TL falling off the board when we heard a woofing coming from down the beach a bit.

Wot The Woofing Heck is That?

It wasn't long before this poodle type of woofer come bounding up and demanded a butt sniff!

Cheeky wottsit!

He started chasing us around until OTL picked up a rock and threw it into the waves and the soppy woofer tried to follow! That was, until his TL called him and put him on a lead, that was him sorted!

Will you tell your woofers I want a Butt Sniff?

After he got taken off the beach we had some fun climbing over the rock, that was until OTL slipped and landed on his back!

That will teach him to be a little more careful and not jump on the green stuff on the rocks!

Back home we had a snooze on the bed while the ferrets were allowed to have a rampage around in the caravan which they just love, especially charging in and out of the shower!

If the sun is out tomorrow we may head off to Campbelltown to see if there is a distillery that sells malt whisky for OTL!

See you tomorrow.

Luv,

McDaisy, McHolly, Miss McMay, Miss McWendy, MacFreddy and Eric de MacFerret.