Me mum and I went there today. While I did not wear a kilt (all my kiltish handiwork is still kind of slap-dash) I still enjyed myself. I bought a drawstring-closured belt bag and a simple brooch. I spent too much time at the "gift shops" and too little time looking around the living history section. I enjoyed the music though, which included a rather interesting "digeridoo-ette".

Mum had fun, but at 83 (as of the sixth) she tires easily so she was ready to leave befre I was. It was still a good day, and I learned I may be descended from the MacDonald clan. I wonder if that entitles me to a discount at the golden arches?