Here's a few more pictures from the March Ferintosh weekend. I seem to recall there were alot of cameras there, seems I'm the only one putting pictures up though. (Dee? you're forgiven... )
Breakfast - Saturday morning (hic!) Dave and I slowly coming to
(Bruce Kilt)
Shane demonstrates that not all of us wer happy to be up and about.
Later in the early evening the group assembled to rousing tunes from Hamish the 14 year old piper. He has been playing the pipes for five years and has great talent. (Flower of Scotland tartan)
Shane is a Digger (serving soldier in the Australian Army) and is currently based in the Northern Territory. We served togther for a hefty chunk of 1998and have been great mates ever since. The flag in the picture is a small size version of his current unit flag (called the Gekko for obvious reasons) and is the one that Unit Members take with them when they go walkabout (travelling) Shane explains that all the pictures that come back that feature the flag are of the soldier in question holding it up in front of the Taj Mahal / Empire State / Great Wall. Shane decided his pics would be of people he met holding it. He has an impressive collection of pictured strangers now. Non stranger than me mind.
Shane, Paul and Me(from a different angle - Black Watch, Elliot, Lindsay).
Chas in his finest. (RAF Kilt and fly. I love this tartan.)
Dee, getting the Tennant's in... (Carolina tartan.)
Robertson and Emma. (Roberson in thistle themed Kilt and multi-tartan tie)
And so to the Dinner (In no particular order).
Cockaleekee soup. Capon chicken cooked with leeks and prunes. There was also a leekee only version for the veggies amongst us. (I shall not descend into the obvious jokes here but they did cause much merriment at the time.)
Paul sneeks a drop of Scots courage before reciting.
The Haggis is devoured with bashed tatties, neeps, skirlie which is an oatmeal accompanyment and Whisky cream sauce... Quote from Samuel Johnson’s Dictionary of 1755: "Oats - A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people".
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Alex (Cessna152towser) delivers his poem in matching Cunningham Kilt and Wesskit.
Emma gives a snapshot from Rab Wilson's poetry. A contemporary Scottish Poet and modern day Burns. Mostly written in Scots, it's Stunning stuff and Emma and Robertson introduced me to these. I have two of his books, accent of the mind and life sentance. I think his work is wonderful. There's a link to an entry about him in the Scottish Poetry Library here Well worth getting his books.
Dee gives us his piece.
Chas gives "A toast to the lassies"
Çağman ponders a suitable reply...
Robertson gives us Tam o' Shanter
Puddin'
The Airship rested among us throughout, no doubt enjoying the evening as it progressed.
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Çağman shows off her winnings. A fine bottle of Gordon and McPhail 10yo. She was the only one to identify the "Mystery Malt" and identified it by colour and smell alone. One in the eye for all the "experts" there. I'm still trying to live that down.
And so the very next day... To Camelot... I mean to Caeverlock
The front door.
In the parlour.
A group shot (with Saltire and flag) on the balcony.
From the back garden.
Right... That's enough!
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