Trailing Drones: Click me! Click me!

“Why can’t they get along and have some fun?” queries Henrietta, and she finishes the top of my new wool socks for this year’s games. Harry’s gone Highland. He’s going with the saffrony/vomit yellow hose with the green/burnt red tops. They weren’t done in time for the NZ Championships, so we elected to watch the Livestream. Imagine the disappointment of the various UK and North American players who travelled to Kiwiland, only to play in a Glasgow-like downpour. Well, sometimes you just can’t beat a tune in the rain!

Speaking of tunes in the rain (*and snow), the off-again-on-again Canmore Highland Games is on, with a new committee and community support. Now all they need is great weather. In the mountains. In September . . .

And all Harry needs is your emails with scoop on what’s shaking in your corner of the pipe band light-up dance floor. He promises to keep your identity confidential and anonymous. Fire away!