On Saturday we went to a shinty match. According to Wikipedia shinty is a “Scottish twelve-a-side game resembling hockey, played with curved sticks and taller goalposts and derived from the Irish game of hurling.”
This particular match was the annual hybrid shinty/hurling Scotland v Ireland smackdown. It hardly seems fair for the poor Scots; look at that whopping big stick the Irish bloke has.
See that labrador in the right hand corner? He had his butt up in the air like that for the entire match, wagging his tail at something fascinating on the ground.
I really loved the game… it was fast and brutal. It poured rain the whole time and the players were not fazed. They carried on clattering into each other and swinging their sticks with wild abandon.
The brewery ran a beer tent for the day which proved very popular in the dreary conditions. Here’s Gareth looking worried at the large amount of people drinking beer that he helped to make.
In other news, in the madness of the move we’ve somehow managed to lose a large bagful of screws, bolts and plastic thingies that are used for assembling the bed together. We finally got around to the task yesterday, only to discover the missing essentials. We searched everywhere and tried in vain to find spare parts. Cue amusing passive-aggressive huff and puffery on both sides… how could such a vital thing go missing? / well you’d ponced off north to put flowers into buckets of water, how was I sposed to remember everything!? Eventually we declared a truce and put the mattress back on the floor. Moving rocks!