This could be a post—a full-fledged post—about the Scottish fair we attended today.
Instead it’s a post—a wee little post—that must tell in five photos…
…what we saw in the briefest of hours today.
‘Twas raining, me friend, and bitter cold…
But tha’ din’ stop me heart from fillin.’
And when I walked into th’ tent an’ heard this band…
Well, I’ll tell ya, me friend.
Tears of joy streamed down me face.
Slipping back out of my Scottish burr to say, it really was freezing out there! So cold, in fact, that my hand froze straight to my cup of dark beer and we really could only stay an hour.
Time enough to hear some bagpipes, though, and buy some cotton candy & deep-fried pickles. Time enough to be transported back…back to those happy summers in Glasgow and the highlands with some of the kindest people I’ve ever met.
“So what’d ya think?” I asked my son when we’d finished and were walking back through the misting rain.
“I think that I’ll find me a good Scottish woman,” he said, “Who knows how to make me deep-fried pickles.”
Och, aye, me friend.
Tha’s wha’ he said.
My people (Crawford (maternal side) and MacDougall (paternal side) are quite well…epically cool I must say. I love Highland Games and it has been a long time since I was able to attend.
Highlights of our last time:
Imagine in thick Scottish burr:
"This in't no bridie, this is a meat pie!"
and from the loudspeaker:
"Would the individual distributing flyers promoting the Scottish Independence movement please cease and desist. If you do not, security will remove you from the grounds."
oh and very large men…in kilts…with spandex bike shorts underneath….throwing telephone poles…errrrr….cabers 😀
Fried pickles?!?! hmmm, maybe you can cook some up for us and provide a tutorial for your future daughter in law eh! 😉
I'm planning to go to some Highland Games here in June. Fortunately, it'll be a wee bit warmer!
You are brave, but our local Scottish group sure shows everyone a good time. We opt for the indoor Scottish Rambler in February. Hope you heard the story teller and more great music.
Alas, too bad I'm too old for Jem, because I am Scottish and can make deep fried pickles. 🙂 ha!
My people are McClusky, whatever the tartan for that is. 🙂 Can't wait to visit someday…
It all sounds grand. Wish I could have joined you!
Oh I do love me some Scottish music. Heavy on the bagpipes! But then my maiden name is Scott. I'm going to go play some bagpipes now. Perfect for a rainy day.
Whit is a French lassie daein' at a Scottish festival? Lookin' fur a cheil?
Hi Margaret, I love your son's intent to find a good Scottish woman to make him some deep fried pickles! Looks fun despite the cold.
I love this post. It's perfect.
You are making some beautiful memories for your kids to hold on to. 🙂
Love you.
I have no idea what your voice sounds like, but I totally heard it with the Scottish burr as I read this post. Good show!
Great post! Loved your "accent" and it looks like a wonderful day – of course it had to be cold. I would move to Scotland in a minute if I could – it's one of my favorite places. And the quote from your son at the end? Perfect and hilarious 🙂
Thanks so much for visiting my blog – looks like we are indeed kindred spirits. I'm following you now, so I won't miss anything.
Blessings,
Lisa