Tartan tat and All that

well, the other weekend we treated ourself to a taste of the homeland, and i don't mean a crappy pint from Robbies. it was Tartan Day (to celebrate, allegedly, the lifting of prohibition on tartan wearing) in Maclean so off we went to see what was laid on....it was almost as good as the goanna pulling (that delight i am yet to blog) but lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. perhaps it was the stall selling the tartan licence plates, or the stall covered with doilies selling tea and shortbread. or maybe it was the sausage and steak sizzle stall that ran out of food by 1pm (James was foiled in his attempt to garner a second sausage sarnie). but overall, it was a lesser event that we had hoped for, notwithstanding the wheelbarrow race, the 'haggis' hurl and the bagpiper. however, Caitlin displayed impeccable taste as ever, just as she did in Edinburgh, by dancing frantically to the melodic strains of the bagpipes. we lasted about an hour and that was mostly so i could take all these photos and watch a bit of Hugh Barrington, a local celeb i can only presume. we left before Jocks and Kilts retook the Main Stage. i await the Highland Gathering next year with bated breath