As usual, we were early arrivals and after walking a brief distance it was unanimously voted that the first stop would be the coffee shop. I love the smell of coffee in the morning.
The reason we like to arrive early is another tradition, the day starts with the Knox School Pipes and Drums Band and we were fortunate enough to have a front row view. It's amazing how easy it is to achieve that position if you are prepared to kick old ladies, children and dogs out of the way. Of course we didn't. but at our age we're entitled to our evil fantasies.
The young boy in the centre took his twirling so seriously - it was endearing to watch.
Some folk like men in tights. Give me men in kilts any day.
Look at the swoosh of the pleats as they march in unison. Perfect.
We were delighted with the quality and variety of goodies offered by the stall holders.
The crowds quickly built up and the stall holders were kept on their toes. We even bumped into our three grandchildren and their parents who were on their way to fly down a giant slide set up for the day. The grandchildren. Not the parents.
I loved some of the quirky fashion worn by the young, although I must admit I was somewhat relieved to discover that this young lass was actually wearing leggings and her legs weren't tattooed!
There were beautiful linens with wonderful designs.
Hats and bags ...
And food ...
But at the end of the day it wasn't about us humans - it was the dogs' day out.
Whether they wanted to be there or not.
It's so good to take a small break from the sewing machine, although I am frantically putting the finishing touches to a couple of quilt tops.
Next Friday our second December tradition will take place. Can't wait.
