In which we don't go far to visit the Highlands and hear the music
We loaded up and went to see the sights...
Jim got a black wool "formal" kilt to wear for formal occasions.
Done with shopping; time to watch some obsessive dogs moving the universe's dumbest sheep.
Speaking of frustrating tasks, how about a little caber tossing?
we've come to the end of this post.
I hope you enjoyed Jim's birthday in Scotland as much as we did!
Life is good!