It’s another daft o’clock start but there is no grumbling this morning. Today we’re over the seas to Brodick; our annual bun fight and thank you to everyone for their support and hard work. Continue reading Arran distilled
So the early rise is a given, be there at 7:50am the bus leaves at 8. And it did! Everyone was there on time, the bus was smelling sweet and the weather was fine, what could go wrong?
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7:30am on a Saturday was something I had heard about, like the Yeti or the Blue Men of the Minch, I didn’t believe in it before I joined a pipe band. But here we are on a bus heading doon the waater to play at Brodick Highland Games. We picked up various bandsmen as we toddled down to Ardrossan via Port Glasgow, Inverkip and Seamill. The reason for the early start is you want to get on the ferry and it gets really busy really early. After last year, when the driver took us a wild convoluted route that involved going through Beith twice, it’s advisable to plan for contingencies. We had no female playing members with us over the age of 18, although Isy sent her Aunties to keep an eye on us, and I can’t help thinking that this was a test. Thankfully the bar on the boat was open as some of the guys looked a bit dehydrated, none more so than Big Davey who was so dehydrated he failed to notice the girl he was chatting up was a nun. Continue reading Would you like wasps with that Sir?