Highland Fling

For a recent school assignment, Aislinn had to choose another place (anywhere in the world) that she would like to live. She considered Louisville, Nashville, Italy, and Ireland, but eventually decided on Scotland. I don't know why she chose Scotland, other than the fact that she liked the Scottish dancers that were on a Wiggles Christmas video that we have. That, and she remembered the Richmond Highlands Games and festival that we went to last year (and of course her daddy's obsession with Braveheart may have subconsciously influenced her).

This weekend, we went again. We had overpriced yet delicious fish and chips.



We saw sheep (in pens next to a table where sheepskins were being sold - I guess that's one way to keep those buggers in line).



We watched big men wear skirts and throw things. (Oh, the rage. Apparently blogger has a problem uploading pictures of men wearing skirts and throwing things)

We sat for a performance of Scottish dancers and stood through a performance of Scottish musicians.




Marty took part in the traditional Scottish moon bounce, and the pictures are really cute, but apparently, unavailable for viewing on blogger. the rage. THE RAGE!





We slogged through the mud and had a rolicking good time. See you there next year.