I'm gonna try to make it, but in case I don't let me tell you that the campsite behind ours at the Grandfather Mountain Highland Games this weekend housed the greatest family...Dad was a redhead in a jacobite linen shirt and utilikilt, and was throwing a dirk and an ax into a tree for entertainment (until some of the other campers complained to him that he probably shouldn't be throwing knives with all the kids running around). Their little 3-year-old laddie, Keifer, had long blond curly hair, no shirt and a kilt and ran around the campground barefoot like he just wandered off the Braveheart set. Connor was a blondie around 8 who wore a white tshirt (some of the time) and kilt. And sometimes shoes. Poor Mom ran around dressed like an American trying to keep all her menfolk alive and uncut.
I'm gonna try to make it, but in case I don't let me tell you that the campsite behind ours at the Grandfather Mountain Highland Games this weekend housed the greatest family...Dad was a redhead in a jacobite linen shirt and utilikilt, and was throwing a dirk and an ax into a tree for entertainment (until some of the other campers complained to him that he probably shouldn't be throwing knives with all the kids running around). Their little 3-year-old laddie, Keifer, had long blond curly hair, no shirt and a kilt and ran around the campground barefoot like he just wandered off the Braveheart set. Connor was a blondie around 8 who wore a white tshirt (some of the time) and kilt. And sometimes shoes. Poor Mom ran around dressed like an American trying to keep all her menfolk alive and uncut.
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