Helensburgh Highland Games caused a lot of hilarity this year by simply moving to another park. Pipey announced it wasn’t in Hermitage Park but had moved to Eastend Park. Continue reading A Different Park
Ardrossan Highland Games promises many things but the most important is a long lie in on a Sunday. The luxury of waking up at 9:30 and realising you haven’t slept in and can in fact roll over for a wee cozy doze if you fancy was savoured by all except Scooby who was up with the sparrows delivering newspapers. Continue reading Wind in Ardrossan
As a band we have played in some ferocious weather; the annual Gourock monsoon, Erskine’s arctic blast and the blistering heat of Glasgow that cooked your feet in your shoes but this year Lilias Day provided a new twist.
The British Pipe Band Championships came to town and transformed St James’s football pitches into something far grander and I’m not playing:
gutted and in the huff. Continue reading The Tartan Brits
Sunday the 14th was forecast for proper Gourock Highland games weather and as such Pipey had made contingency plans and we’d be sharing a gaff with the boys n girls of Lower Clyde. However as I shambled toward the bus in kilt and dark glasses it was hard to miss the head splitting brightness and the racket the birds were making. Continue reading Gourock again
People ask why my garden is a mess. Saturday the 25th of March was the DG&A Indoors in Sanquhar, the first sunny garden tidying Saturday of the year and I and Hazel Tenor have joined the band for the first public performance of the year.
Continue reading The Rites of Spring
February, for being the shortest month didnae half hang about, it felt about 6 weeks long and I need a rest. If it’s not practices it’s gazing at daffodils, rock gigs or disco dancing. Continue reading Step into March
The season of Burns Suppers is upon us, I used to just turn up, enjoy the speakers and eat and drink too much. I’m involved in three this year, actually doing stuff. Continue reading In the Burns unit
Happy New Year, Bonne année, Frohes neues Jahr, Feliz año nuevo, 明けましておめでとうございます to you all. (I fully expect to be castigated for my shocking translations) The party hats have been put away for another year the big lad in the red suit has been the bells have rung and it’s time for the annual look at the stats. Continue reading State of the Blog; 2016