Short arsed hairy highlander.....

.....is such a lovely descriptive term. I was amazed that this lad could stay up on the bollard because he'd clearly been dramming all day. The Clan Parade was a strangely muted affair with hoots and hollers reserved only for those clans who had brought their own pipers.....however there we some wonderfully kitsch tartan outfits in the style of Sir Harry Lauder, worn in the main by our cousins from across the pond; their strong resemblance to shortbread tins with feathers sticking out the top drew a lot of attention and laughter.

Later, I collected my Ozzy cousin from the airport, she's been on a cruise around the Baltic and is heading off to the Canary Islands on Monday.