Can you guess where I spent last weekend? Yes - the annual Stone Mountain Highland Games, at which we celebrate our Scottish heritage. This vendor tent was doing a
brisk business. I love that so many
weekend warriors get to do that Braveheart thing. "Alba gu bra!" (Scotland forever!)
For some reason, there were a lot of Santas around the games
this year. (I spotted at least five.) This Santa represented his
Clan at the Sunday morning church service.
My favorite part of the weekend is the Clan march. I wish my photo could capture the scope of
the endless array of Scottish Clans lined up to march onto the field. It never ceases to thrill me to hear our
surname called out as the massed bagpipe bands play us in.
We ended up lined up beside the Atlanta Pipe Band after we
paraded in. A young man in our group is
interested in taking up Scottish drumming, so this was perfect placement for
him.
By the closing ceremonies, late Sunday afternoon, I was
ready for home, but loved being played out to my car by the pipes and drums.
Have a wonderful weekend, my friends!
