Jim and Hamish's "Scotland 2008" Tour

**Hamish** · 25th June 08, 10:55 AM

It so happened that, early that evening, before the Kilts Nicht was timed to begin, a contingent from The Royal Regiment of Scotland freshly returned from duty in Iraq, along with the battalion's pipes and drums, was to march through Dumfries before being granted the 'Freedom of Dumfries and Galloway'.

[The granting of a "Freedom" is an ancient civic custom whereby worthy individuals (or, less commonly, groups) are recognised by local authorities for their outstanding contributions to society. Apart from the formality of the event, I am not aware that any tangible award is made, apart from the usual Scroll, or Certificate, being handed over. It once was the case that a 'Freeman' would be permitted to drive his sheep unhindered through the town or burgh which made the award, but I doubt that still applies!]

Not wanting to miss anything, Robertson, Niall, Jim and I, leaving Emma to hold The Ferintosh fort, dashed off and just caught the official inspection of the contingent before the march-off. Note that Black Watch tartan belts are worn, except by the pipers and drummers who have Royal Stewart belts to match the bag covers of the pipes.

The Regimental Colours are escorted through the streets:

Then it was back to The Ferintosh for a wee gathering before setting off to The Cavens Arms for our meal, and the start of the evening's jollities.

To be continued.

**Hamish** · 25th June 08, 10:58 AM

Once there, our number swelled to a splendid eleven. Mine host at The Cavens had obviously tried to overfeed some of us who were, perhaps keen to get drinking:

The rabble leaves the Cavens Arms ...............

.............. and then The New Bazaar .............

and then heads off for The Coach and Horses

An unscheduled stop was made at a pub (whose name I forget, if ever I saw or heard it!) en route to The Globe.

At The Globe:"I already have one, thanks .......... but, if you insist!"

Can anyone else drink simultaneously from two glasses? No? Nor can I!!!

High jinks outside The Globe, our last port of call before going off to find our respective beds for the night.

Next morning, Sunday 8th June, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after another of Robertson's superb breakfasts, we pose for a final group shot. Shortly after this, Niall was heading back to Edinburgh whilst Jim and I set off for the 400 mile drive back to England's southern counties, leaving Robertson, Emma and the dugs to pick up the pieces!

What a week we had! Jim and I so appreciated the warm welcomes we received, the wonderful folks we met, the new friendships we formed - and that especial something that makes Scotland such an incredibly unique place. Thank you everyone, and thank you Scotland.

Take care,
Ham.