My granddaughter Maddie with “cozy blankie” in hand climbed in Nanny’s big bed. We snuggled and read stories from Scotland including “Peppa Pig Goes to Scotland” and “Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster.”
TAKE ME OUT TO THE (BALL)
That reminded me it was high time to share another blog about my July trip to Scotland. The better part of a day spent at the Highland Games was definitely a highlight.
I found it amusing that a public event an ocean away featured the same participants.
A display of emergency vehicles came first.
Police cars did not resemble those in North America. How many differences can you identify?
Most Scottish policemen do not carry guns.
Check out the movie star flanked by a couple of friendly laddies in uniform. One of them had visited Acadia University in Wolfville, NS and then biked from Halifax to Niagara Falls. Impressive, in my books.
Naturally, firetrucks were there. They were considerably smaller than ours — all the better to navigate the narrow twisty roads. Did you spot Dino from the Flintstones?
We got to examine a vehicle we do not usually see in Eastern Canada — a Mountain Rescue Truck. The town of Lockeport may wish to invest in one for attempting perilous rescues from the upper reaches of the Lockeport Alps, better known as Ginger Hill
TIME FOR A WEE MUG UP
There were familiar aromas wafting through the air as we lined up at concession stands for fries, burgers, hot dogs. First time I ever saw hot dogs in a bottle.
FLUKES, SPOOKS and KOOKS
The games of chance that are irresistible to people of all ages. I can think of a few bells I would like to ring! I’ll leave “Hook A Bag” up to your interpretation.
THE SHEAF TOSS
THE CABER TOSS
THROW A BOULDER OVER YOUR HEAD OR ARE YE A CHICKEN?
HAIR-PULLIN’, SCRATCHIN’ AND BITIN’
And then, everything went haywire when Frances and I caught a glimpse of a handsome trio: Handsome, Handsomer and Handsomest. As you can imagine, we only had eyes for them. A tense exchange of words broke out. People gathered around to listen to the brouhaha.
“The cutie patootie in red, white and blue is mine.”
“Not so fast! He’s mine!”
“But I saw him first and you know they are my favourite colours.”
“I don’t care.”
“We will have to toss a coin. Heads wins.”
When we regained our senses, we agreed that none of them was worth risking our friendship and left the three men for other women to fight over. We settled for a spot o’ tea and scones and preserves with clotted cream.
“Soraidh le Eilean a’ Cheò”
(Farewell to the Misty Isle)