Can't have a Scottish Games without Caber Toss, now can you?


Alan and George went up onto the blasted hill and chose some promising timber, cut it to size and smoothed the ends. When they were done, they had one caber that was a pretty realistic length, but a little narrow (at least on one end) and another "kiddie caber" (that one was great, I even managed to turn it to 12:00, no pictures though).

Here, Alan demonstrates, again. First with the "kiddie caber":




Then, with the real one:





Then, we made an unexpected convert. Anyone coming to the Loch Lomond Games next weekend may see her, signing up and playing as a novice.





She turned that "baby caber" exactly at 12:00 consistently. Might be a new woman's champion in the making!

Although the occasion was a bit sad, a good time was had by all:



The kids had the most fun of all. Mind you, this place was a disaster area...literally. The hillside was mostly a very fine, dry and "poofy" sort of dirt/dust. The kids spent the whole time running in, rolling in, throwing into the air, and otherwise enjoying said dirt.

This is how they looked when it was time to go home. Can you imagine getting the dirt out of those nostrils!?



Be well,