It was the 20th annual Highland Games in Canmore – lots of bagpipes and kilts and knitted socks with things tied round them, and caber tossing, drums and highland flinging. And genuine Scottish accents. And sheepdogs.
Most of the day was cold, overcast and miserable – nice and authentic highland weather. We took the moosling out for a few wanders around to check out everything, and ended up at the far end of the field for the mass pipe and drum event. They marched up to within 5 metres of us, bagpipes blaring, and he didn’t even stir – there really is something to the phrase ‘sleeping like a baby’.