Saturday Mr. Victorian and I….
gathered together with other Scots to hear the song of my people.
As Mr. Victorian is not Scottish, he did not find this music as moving as I do. It will bring a tear to my eye!
This is the tartan of my people.
We saw men in kilts (yum) walking tall and carrying big sticks.
We saw some lovely rescue birds.
And I was totally okay with going into the petting zoo with no children in tow.I really wanted to take that bunny home with me…..
All in all, it was a pleasant way to spend and afternoon.