What a gorgeous day for kilts, bagpipes, drums, dogs, strong man games, dogs, sheep, beer, scotch and haggis (maybe). All this was available in Forest Park at the annual Scottish Games. Ferdie and I attended so that he could be part of the Scottish dog parade and while we waited for that event, we had a chance to see what was going on.
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There's Kirt! He works at the seminary and is also on the Scottish Games committee. We found him right away as he zipped around in his golf cart. We'll leave Kirt for the time being and see what else there is to see.
Most obvious to everyone who did not grow up Scottish is the food offered in the tents.
There were bagpipers all over the place, the sound of individual pipes carried all over the park.
Medieval Knights fought every hour.
The big burly men heaved heavier things.
Another man was flinging a weighted iron ball.
Look at the guy in the middle, he's holding the straw thing with the pitchfork
Dancing, there was dancing.
I felt sort of sorry for these folks who volunteered to learn and demonstrate Scottish folk dancing because the guy up front leading never let them quit. They danced around the entire field from one end to another for almost two hours. Everytime I looked over there he was still at it.
But young girls used a stage to demonstrate Scottish dances.
Then she came over and laid her head on Ferdie's shoulder.
There was tartan everything for sale around the park.