Maryhill Highland Games

This morning my cousin SaraAnn rang me to say she and her menfolk were coming to Glasgow....but disappointingly they got stuck in traffic at Stirling and decided to think again.

So, in order to prevent Alexander breaking anything else today, we went for a walk to Asda. On the way I could hear some drumming, and other interesting noises, so we took a look. It turned out to be the first Maryhill Highland Games.

Here are some of the dancers having a rest, and chatting to the emcee.

There was also a man who really loved his vulture.