I took some 400-plus pictures while there (many of them redundantly repetitive). No… wait! Come back! I’m not going to post them all… but I did want to share 10 or so, to close out this Scotland thread – – –
I’m thinking this is either a Scottish gremlin or a practice dog. Not sure which.
“No, officer, honestly… he’s just a friend! I had no intentions of fouling him. I’m more of a ‘sheep’ kind of guy, anyway…”
Why is this horse wearing underwear on his head? Was it some kind of horse fraternity hazing? Is he the nerd horse of the pasture that all the bully horses [??] make fun of and pull practical jokes on?
Ummm… I’m thinking those first two warnings are duplicatively redundant. Sorry, just not picturing this conversation: “C’mon, Bobby! Let’s go frolic in the toxic waste! It’ll be great fun!”
Sound advice… ‘nuff said.
So, clothed lights must be okay, right?
I’m guessing you get the option, given how randy you are and how long you’re willing to wait [I chose the closer one…].
… and in case you don’t make it to one of those humps on time, you can cool the fire in your trousers with some of this stuff (Ed. Note: it also comes in powder and water form! Pics available on request!).
Lucky rich people… they get to have a loo right in their study. And a velvet covered seat, no less! When I grow up, I want to be rich…
And finally, for those who want to know what I look like… or my Girl Child…
Yep, that’s me in an authentic 1200’s-recreation Scottish helmet, authentic 1200’s-recreation Scottish chain mail, and authentic… ummm… well… authentic REAL 2003 Taiwan watch.
And isn’t my Girl Child pretty? I think she has my eyes…
Tags: chain mail, Girl Child, horses in underwear, signs, toxic waste
The Wilds of Ohio 
June 19, 2008 at 09:35 |
Loved those! We’re a funny, feisty, wee breed aren’t we? Thanks for stopping by my blog BTW — I’m enjoying reading all about your trip to Scotland.
June 19, 2008 at 10:31 |
I didn’t even know you WENT to Scotland! I feel green overtaking me–the envy, it’s growing, it’s growing. It’s killin. . . .
June 19, 2008 at 10:37 |
When we went to Hastings, our whole family did the same costume change. It is irresistible to pretend we are medieval knights.
June 19, 2008 at 12:17 |
Karen – Welcome to the Wilds…sit and ride the range a bit with me. And, yes, a delightful breed…
Empress – Oh, PFAW!! Now you know i felt when you got to go to ‘Jolly Olde”… for ‘work’ (yeah, right)
Kym – it was great fun… i missed putting on the ‘regal raiments’, but the chain was cool, nonetheless
June 19, 2008 at 17:39 |
They wouldn’t let us have cool hump signs like that here!
June 19, 2008 at 19:33 |
How come all the really interesting pictures don’t blow up when you click on them like the others? I can never get enough little black and white dogs. Oh, getting a better look at the people wouldn’t be bad, either. Getting old here, can’t see tiny pictures.
June 20, 2008 at 05:47 |
Fantastic – you really ARE a knight in shining-ish armour.
MMM…but which one is which?
*ducks*
June 20, 2008 at 06:39 |
UK – yeah…bastards. we could have so much fun with that
silverstar – ummm, don’t know for sure. i had a heck of a time trying to upload and position these pictures in some visually pleasing way, finally saying ‘screw it’ and putting them in simply and in the center. likely did something to prevent blowing them up.
dolce – why if could actually see out of this helmet, i’d find you and… ;->
June 20, 2008 at 06:46 |
the horse? a hostage. clearly you stumbled upon some Scottish animal terrorists (probably those long haired hippy cows) trying to subvert the peace and harmony of the countryside. they wanted bales of hay. “special” hay, if you know what i mean…
May 17, 2010 at 19:02 |
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