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sam_gamgeeToday I went to the Scottish Games with J and two of her friends. (Every year, I say I'm going to go, but this is the first time I've actually gotten there.) The weather was really nice and it wasn't muddy like I had expected after the storm last night.
Seeing all the different (bag)pipping bands was neat. And there were groups from all over - including New York, Massachussetts, and Connecticut. There were competitions throughout the day and around 2:30, the different groups were marching around the fairground and randomly stopping to play. It was amusing to watch one that did that near us and one of the guys was going around and checking all of the pipers with a tuner.
We saw a herding demonstration with some border collies (and learned that working border collies aren't a recognized breed - the version that is doesn't have as much of the herding tendency). The gentleman doing the demonstration brought his two dogs with him - one that's 27 months and the other is 9 years. And the younger one was all over the place in the beginning wanting to herd the sheep and the older one just hung back and let her do it. And as the show went on (this was the later of the shows), it looked like they were all getting tired and the sheep were getting frazzled by all the people, so the younger one was having a harder time and the older dog started to step in, as if to say, "Let me show this one how it's done. I can't believe I'm having to do it myself."
Food-wise, I had a meat pie - which was good, and some Scottish Heather Honey ice cream - which was *really* yummy. (Sadly, the ice cream came from a company out of Oxford, MD. But that's probably good, because otherwise, I'd be there all. the. time. And I probably shouldn't be surprised that they have 'Scottish Whiskey' as a flavor. We were going to try it, but they were all out by the time we decided we wanted ice cream.) And we all had a laugh that the guy dishing out the ice cream was wearing a kilt and had a Scottish accent (one of two that I heard all day). And when the lady in front of me asked what the honey tasted like, I answered that it tasted like honey, but that it was really good (J's friend had gotten some and had let us try it), and the guy said, "Thanks, honey." Then, after she made her decision and I stepped up, he said, "What can I get you, honey?" We also had a good laugh at the Scottish Gourmet tent.
I wore a sleeve-less top and a mid-calf jean skirt today and got sunburned. The stupid thing is, I thought before I left the house that I should probably put sunscreen on, but I didn't. So now my arms, face, and a tiny bit of my chest are red and hot to the touch. (And I'm alternating between feeling hot and cold, my face just hurts, and I'm tired.) Oddly enough, though, my legs are fine. I guess the only upside to it is that we were there about three and a half hours, and I didn't start hurting until about the last 15 minutes.
Seeing all the different (bag)pipping bands was neat. And there were groups from all over - including New York, Massachussetts, and Connecticut. There were competitions throughout the day and around 2:30, the different groups were marching around the fairground and randomly stopping to play. It was amusing to watch one that did that near us and one of the guys was going around and checking all of the pipers with a tuner.
We saw a herding demonstration with some border collies (and learned that working border collies aren't a recognized breed - the version that is doesn't have as much of the herding tendency). The gentleman doing the demonstration brought his two dogs with him - one that's 27 months and the other is 9 years. And the younger one was all over the place in the beginning wanting to herd the sheep and the older one just hung back and let her do it. And as the show went on (this was the later of the shows), it looked like they were all getting tired and the sheep were getting frazzled by all the people, so the younger one was having a harder time and the older dog started to step in, as if to say, "Let me show this one how it's done. I can't believe I'm having to do it myself."
Food-wise, I had a meat pie - which was good, and some Scottish Heather Honey ice cream - which was *really* yummy. (Sadly, the ice cream came from a company out of Oxford, MD. But that's probably good, because otherwise, I'd be there all. the. time. And I probably shouldn't be surprised that they have 'Scottish Whiskey' as a flavor. We were going to try it, but they were all out by the time we decided we wanted ice cream.) And we all had a laugh that the guy dishing out the ice cream was wearing a kilt and had a Scottish accent (one of two that I heard all day). And when the lady in front of me asked what the honey tasted like, I answered that it tasted like honey, but that it was really good (J's friend had gotten some and had let us try it), and the guy said, "Thanks, honey." Then, after she made her decision and I stepped up, he said, "What can I get you, honey?" We also had a good laugh at the Scottish Gourmet tent.
I wore a sleeve-less top and a mid-calf jean skirt today and got sunburned. The stupid thing is, I thought before I left the house that I should probably put sunscreen on, but I didn't. So now my arms, face, and a tiny bit of my chest are red and hot to the touch. (And I'm alternating between feeling hot and cold, my face just hurts, and I'm tired.) Oddly enough, though, my legs are fine. I guess the only upside to it is that we were there about three and a half hours, and I didn't start hurting until about the last 15 minutes.
