Scot Free

The picture of the bump and this picture of Emma were taken this weekend at the Dixon Scottish Festival. We went along as I am half Scottish and also because I thought I might get some haggis. We failed on the haggis front because apparently there is something that is in it that is illegal here in the US (all of it I would of have thought). So instead Emma and I tucked in to some Scottish pies. I love them and a pie that is described as "meat" is always a risk worth taking. Once in Lancaster I asked what type of meat was in a meat and potato pie and the woman told me quite sternly that it was "meat". I didn't push it.

So we went to the Scottish festival and I foolishly thought that loads of ex-pats would come from miles around to celebrate their heritage and their roots. Wrong. I was the only Brit that I heard all day. It was interesting the woman in the Stewart Clan tent trying to tell Jen the history of Scotland and then asking either of us if we had any "Scotch" (sic) in us! I told her yes (hic) and she went quite quiet when she heard my accent.

There were highland games and dancing, and all manner of Scottish tat to buy, and this being America there had to be two weapons tents. My favourite was the one raffling the 6ft claymore. The guy told me it would look good above my mantle piece. I am not so sure but fingers crossed! Those of you that have read the blog regularly will know that I was shocked to hear the American National Anthem at the circus - well they played it at the Scottish festival too.