Saturday was a great day for traveling. I was meeting some British friends at the Scottish Games which were held only a couple of miles from my house. How wonderful not to be driving for a long distance and having to leave early to get there. I had a long sleep in, got some house chores done and didn't even panic when I realized that I hadn't charged my camera battery; I had a spare hour to do that.
When I pulled up at the fields I was lucky to be directed to a parking space close to the entry gate and then lucked out further by immediately spotting Mary and Anhtuan who were just leaving their car. We quickly swapped goodies, she gave me Twiglets and Chicken Oxo's from a previous trip to Blighty and I handed over a huge stick of Black Jack.
We entered the field and I noticed that there were a lot more vendors than previous years. There's always the clans' stalls but it was nice to see stalls that were selling Scottish goods, wearable and edible.
MacLeod of Lewis, the yellow and black with red stripes.
We walked straight to the food vendors. Mary had been hoping to get a meat pie but these were sold out. She opted for the haggis which she declared to be appalling, way too greasy. I chose a Cornish pasty which although the pastry was great the contents weren't really accurate. It should be beef with carrots or swede, potatoes, onions with pepper. It was more like pulled pork but was quite tasty. I wasn't impressed with the beer choices either. Bud Lite (what!!!), Tartan beer (bland) and a Dominion stout which I would hardly call Scottish.
But moving on from the vittles, we decided to watch some of the games. We found a spot near the edge of the arena and I was captivated by this little chap who was casually playing a tiny violin. His bow seemed to move automatically, he obviously didn't need to concentrate too hard and I quickly looked behind him, half expecting to see a key protruding from his back. he was a little star and a joy to listen to.
Here's a link to the video, it's their signature set called The Virgin Wedding Night.
I spied the rest of the group down the other end of the field and made my way over to them. The day seemed to be winding down. Vendors were packing up their booths and dark heavy clouds darkened the sky. We decided to leave. I was amazed that even though swollen, my knee wasn't hurting and I'd hardly limped throughout the day, even though kneeling down was extremely difficult. So I walked with powerful steps back to Stuart, enjoying feeling strong again, even though I knew it to be temporary. It was lovely to drive only a few miles back to Meadow House and even more wonderful to sit down with a huge mug of tea and munch on some Twiglets. Yum!