Fat Mac doesn’t get much fresh air nowadays, and this is probably one reason why he catches ‘flu so often. It’s only 100 yards from his flat to the offie, and often that’s the only exercise he gets each day.
I had a touch of ‘flu towards the end of last week, but unlike Fat Mac who revels in sickness, I shrugged it off and we went up to Killin for a fresh-air family outing.
There was lots of it around – fresh air, that is. It was also the weekend of the annual Killin Show.
There was an excellent turnout. We saw a pipe band, and some terrier racing.
Then it was time for the tug-of-war.
Anyone could join in for the first tug. Then it was down to the more serious teams.
My money would have gone on the Fire Brigade, but despite, or maybe because of, beer at half time, the Farmers eventually won.
There was a parade of vintage tractors, which the wee boys in the crowd liked.
The triple challenge involved teams of three. The first one rolled a bale of hay from one end of the field to the other, and then stood on top of another bale. The second one ran and jumped up on the bale, and ate a pie, and then the third one ran and jumped up on the same bale and drank a can of beer.
There was then a sheep shearing demonstration.