Adventures of Humphrey

My Big Adventure – Day 1 Newtownabbey to Folkestone

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I was woken up at the most unspeakable hour—2:15 in the morning. Far too early for a pup who values his beauty sleep, but the hoomans were rushing about with bags, so I knew something important was happening. Before I knew it, I was bundled into the car.

A short drive later, things got even stranger—we rolled onto a giant floating vessel (they called it a “boat”). The hoomans disappeared for what felt like forever (two whole hours!) while I waited bravely. At last, they returned, and Dad announced we had arrived in Country Number 1: Scotland (Cairnryan). But our adventure wasn’t finished—we were off to Country Number 2!

The road stretched on and on. Our first stop was at Carlisle, where the hoomans had food. I had a little walk to stretch my legs, though it was chilly. Then back into the car, and on we went. Next stop: Preston. Predictably, the hoomans had more coffee (I think they need it to survive). I had another quick trot around the car park before we continued.

At last, we reached Henley-on-Thames. We walked along the river, which was lovely—until Dad produced the dreaded face contraption. So embarrassing! Still, the scenery made up for it.

After another drive, we finally arrived at our resting place: a Holiday Inn Express. The bed was huge—enough space for a whole pack of dogs!—but apparently, it wasn’t “for me.” Outrageous. Luckily, there was a nearby field where we played fetch, which lifted my spirits.

The hoomans had food and beer in the reception while I greeted all the new friends passing by. Then we all went to bed very early—9pm! I, of course, kept watch, barking to protect us from intruders (though the hoomans didn’t seem to appreciate my bravery).

So this morning, I made sure to wake them at 5am. After all, an adventurer must rise with the sun!