We have history at Paisley and I was reminded of it 2 minutes after our Grade 4 run but I’m getting ahead of myself. Continue reading Nervous in Paisley.
It’s hard to believe the amount of stuff we have crammed into the last four days; the amount of playing we have done, the amount of laughing, the amount of beer as food. I have not heard a cross word and although nerves are beginning to fray, civility and merciless slagging will see us through. Continue reading Le Dernier Jour
Another early rise, though not so extremely early as to preclude morning ablutions. The walk to the showers is not as tense at it was a few days ago, we pass each other in tees and pants carrying a towel and there is chitchat from the cubicles, we have all become a wee bit frencher. Continue reading Quatrième jour
So basically we went to bed closed our eyes and counted to 100 then got up and got dressed. Pipey played his pipes with the chanter in Big Davey’s ear to try and rouse the big chap and we wondered why the lights kept going off; we put them on at 4am and they turned off, we put them on they turned off. We apologise for the rude awakening German guys. Continue reading France, Heure H
It’s our only morning off after a late night but like time and tide, breakfast waits for no man so after not enough sleep it’s down to the refectory for some aspirin and french eggs, Continue reading France, Jour Deux
The only person with an excuse for not knowing that we were going to France is Tim Peake and he’s been in orbit. This has been a long time in the planning and special thanks are due those who organised it. Continue reading France, Jour Un
Saturday was the European Championships, can you still say ‘European?’ This was again held in Grant Park, Forres, Inverness Shire so the bus was leaving at 6:30pm on Friday night with a view to arriving just before closing time. Continue reading What’s Forres Won’t Go By Us