Hello friends,
Oh yes, it is really time for me to tell you a new story out of my expeditions and excursions on this beautiful island. A couple of weeks ago my humans and myself travelled to Sligo, I think the name of the place was “Wellness” or so. At least I believe that is what Mum said.
We stayed in a hotel right y the sea so when I felt the salty air touch my mouth I decided that I wanted to go for a little beach walk. So I got up on my paws and marched off, down the road, around a bend…

and… baaaaaaang… there was this enormous, extra-long and sandy dream of a beach. In the distance one could even see the silhouette of Benbulben, one of the most famous mountains in the country. Most certainly I wanted to see this beach close-up, wanted to feel the sand under my paws .

When I came down to the beach, of course, just the sand wasn’t enough. I wanted to be, where the water was, where the waves splashed onto the beach. One of the waves came really close to my paws and I could test the temperature. Pheeeew, pretty cold it was. I can tell you.

I walked along the entire beach down to the very end. Not far from the end a big rusty metal ball was lying there half buried in the sand. I feared thatit could be an old mine but my human assured me that it most likely was a navigation mark that got washed ashore.
Well, if it isn’t a mine, one – meaning one bear – can climp up on top of it. I did it and the view was spectacular. I think every beach needs a rusty, washed up navigation mark.

At last I managed to tell you a new story here on spikys-welt.de. And I still have plenty of photos I would love to share with you all. Let#s just hope that Dad’s computer is not occupied too often in the coming weeks.
Kind Regards
Yours Spiky