This was the 25th anniversary of the Rio Grande Valley Celtic Festival, so we thought we ought to attend. It was a nice morning for it, and we really enjoyed ourselves.
We watched and listened to lots of pipers. This was my favorite part. Charlie danced, as you do.
We watched an hour or so of the official Highland Games competitions. (David was inspired, and also not the largest man on the field for once.)
The boys did some of the kids' activities, including mock sword battles and archery. We also watched a few SCA battles.
We saw a lot of Corgis (covet!) and watch demonstration of competitive sheep herding by some very smart working dogs.
We wandered the stalls and bought Charlie another wooden sword...because you can never have too many wooden swords.
We even had a nice conversation with the representatives of Clan Davidson, which is the clan associated with the surname of my paternal grandmother (Dean.) Both boys, but especially Thomas DEAN Epp, were very impressed with this conversation.
The lines for the Cornish pasties, bangers and fresh scones were all way too long, so we picked up a couple of packages of Welsh Cakes to eat with our healthy, not-fair-food lunch at home. Now Charlie's is trying to say everything with a Scottish accent, and Tommy wants a kilt. I'd say this was a successful Sunday morning.