The girls found our Clan tent, and we met some very nice people there. My grandmother started taking us to the games when we very small, and she found a woman to make us kilts, but after I heard the laughter of young boys I lost heart and would have no part of it. It's a shame because a true Scot would know that it is only the opinion of God that matters, and kilts are cool.
I found a few of our Clan Tartans, and if I get a kilt I think I would prefer the Mackintosh hunting pattern. I like the ancient hunting the most, and it fits my outdoors life. Imagine a day at Crane's Roost fishing for bass in your lucky kilt. I can't think of anything that says, " I know what I'm doing," more than that.
I use to love going to the different vendors as a kid, and this year Drew brought a friend to share the experience with her. I suppose I was a bit of a nerd growing up, and while I loved the meat pies, bridies and fish, I could sit for hours and listen to the pipes. There is no instrument for me in this world that invokes as much emotion. The girls were more interested in the ice cream and normal carnival type entertainment. Our guest had a sausage breakfast sandwich for fear of trying something new. I had to down some meat pies with the H&P sauce. They are not my typical spicy fare, but they are pure wholesome goodness, laced with many memories of childhood.
There was more than a few people here this year, and it was difficult to get in close to some of the activities. The sheep herding gave the girls quite a laugh, as the sheep were not very cooperative in the beginning. They ended up mingling with the crowd a couple of times and then finally came out onto the field for the border collies.
These are Black Faced Highland Sheep, and according to the shepherdess, there are not many herds in the State of Florida. She also mentioned that the both male and females carry horns.
Very nice day!
More on the games later; I think I hear a fish calling me.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.