Friday was Highland Gathering day as I may have reported before. After a short day at work we went over to the games field and into the arena. There were bagpipes swirling, Highland dancing and some Scottish Tossers & Throwers. All very Scottish apart from a Dutch lad who decided he wanted a go at the throwing competitions for which he had to wear a kilt-all credit to him. The beer tent was very popular and so was the burger bar both of which Jo and I visited, well you have to follow local customs don't you.
After a couple of hours of waiting in the sea mist to watch them tossing the caber there was an almighty storm with lightening and heavy rain again just before it all kicked off so it was cancelled and we went home wet and disappointed.
Saturday dawned bright and sunny and Stuart informed me that it would be a quiet day as it always is after the games-Wrong. It was the busiest day yet. Sunday was similar so lots of work.
Today Jo witnessed my new bus being ferried across the Kyle on a raft. In what seemed a very short time the bus was reveresed down the ramp, gently coerced sideways and up onto the pontoon raft and floated across the Kyle. James has done this before! The process was repeated Capeside, only this time forwards up the ramp. Tweed travelled in the front passenger seat – generally overseeing the process. The photos tell the story.
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