Monday, August 03, 2009
The Wand of Wisdom
Just back from the MacMillan clan gathering at Finlaystone. Though I did not go the whole hog and travel down to Castle Sween on the Tuesday I did manage the Highland Games, the barbecue and after that read my poetry to an enraptured audience in the Clan Gazebo. In the morning I woke up in a huge and elegant bedchamber and came down to find everyone else had left, leaving the front door open. Of course I locked the castle up when I left, in case a rival clan should be waiting the chance to attack.
Much whisky fuelled chuckling on Monday night on the subject of the clan rituals due the next day in Kilmorie Chapel which seem to involve a lot of fancy clothes, quite a few Americans and a big sword. Oh yes, and the wand of wisdom,of course.
Finlaystone is in a quite beautiful place beside the Firth of Clyde, the grounds of which are open to the public for a small charge.. Of course if you go to the main gate , knock on the portcullis and say you know the Clan Bard who knows what discounts might be arranged.....