Every year about this time a group of local Caledonians sponsors the Scottish Games in Forest Park. Friday night is ceremony and music. Saturday brings out the burly guys tossing the caber, flinging giant stones from chains, tossing bales of hay over a high jump bar with a pitchfork and whatever else one does if you have 18 inch biceps and wear a kilt.
The show on Friday night is the calling of the clans. A representative of each of the clans of Scotland emerges from the mists holding a torch, shouts something fierce about how they stood side-by-side with Robert the Bruce at the Battle of Ballykaboom, kicked proud King Edward of England in the ass and otherwise should not be messed with. Then they stride forward, place their torches in a frame, form a circle and do something that an Irishman like me cannot interpret. It's fun.
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This reminds me. Gotta get me a kilt!
Excellent shots, Bob. The time of evening gives it just the right mood.
There's a town near Ottawa that has Scottish games in the summer, and it draws large crowds. And in my aunt and uncle's home town in southern Ontario, there's another Scottish games festival that really pulls in the crowds.
i love the moon and clouds in your last photo.
Och aye Bob, being a Scot myself I've tossed a few cabers in my time haha! Love the atmosphere of the last image.
Your bottom photo is pretty cool. There is an event going on today on the riverfront called Pipes in the Valley, which features bagpipes, kilts and caber-tossing. I was down there for a while this afternoon but I'm skipping the evening events. We let the Irish and the Scots both participate here.
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