On Tuesday me and my dad went to
Ettrick. I thought we were going to Cromwell but we weren‘t. My dad went the wrong way but we still got to Ettrick. We had to go down a very steep hill. Soon we got to Ettrick.
The apples smelt like chocolate cupcakes because it was in a cooling place. It was one year old. I helped my dad.
At lunch, I saw a quail.
“Look dad,” but my dad was busy eating his lunch .
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