On sunday, we were the Loud Family:



We marched with Clan Macleod (can you believe that we were the only ones wearing Macleod of Lewis? Everyone else was wearing variations of Macleod of Harris-wimps!):



This charming gentleman was in the march in front of us, and as soon as it was over, proceeded to tear off his shirt. Can anyone tell me what tartan that is, so I can be sure to avoid it?



Little Xena decided that she needed more than one hat while we were standing in the heat on the track during the clan presentations:




Next, W2F runs the kilted mile (again!)

Be well,