We of the Drappt are not used to these early Saturday mornings any more but James the Hat and I had decided that we’d cheer on our gallant bandmates and play in the march past, I’ve been practicing Highland Laddie after a small sherry in anticipation. Continue reading Dumbarton is Scottish for Wet
The bus was leaving at 8:30am. Mikey was first there and decided he had time to pop into Bobbins, our favourite breakfast roll shop, for a bacon roll but by the time he got out the clock had passed the half hour and he was fined for lateness. Pipey is getting quite militant in his old age. Continue reading Scottish Championships Blues
It’s a nice drive to Dumbarton at 8am on a Saturday, hazy golden light and mist on the river. We were on time. Everything had gone like clockwork, early to bed, good nights sleep and up fresh and early. The evening before had been a nightmare of bread rolls and fillings, seeing how many you could squeeze in a tupperware and seeing how many tupperwares you could squeeze in the fridge. The band picnic was under construction and Subway had nothing on us. Continue reading Scottish Championships
It’s a late start for us, your normal RSPBA major tournament has all the Grade 4b guys split into 2 or 3 qualifying groups but with only 23 bands registered to compete there is no qualifier just a huge final. Levengrove Park is a beautiful place for a pipe band competition, with Dumbarton Castle towering over us and the Clyde sweeping by. We were on last and met in the car park at 2pm. This should indicate that there was no time for any band based japes and this will be a very short report. Continue reading Scottish Championship, Dumbarton.