I had all kind of plans for a post today but work exploded and the writing thing never happened
Thankfully, there’s my phone, Instagram and lots of great memories.
These particular ones are from the Grandfather Mountain Highland Games and Gathering of Scottish Clans last July.
“Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o’ sunny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,
All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the poet, in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e’e,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gi’es to me.”
― Robert Burns