We had a great time on Saturday. The weather was perfect once we hit Ventura County. It drizzled and spat most of the way up the 101. This time they had 2 full barns of vendors and very weirdly, no grocers, so Mary, no Bisto, sorry. Ali was bummed that no one had Malteasers but a clothing booth was selling IrnBru, ick, (Who drinks that stuff??) and some candy so I got my Smarties. Was pleased that one of our favourite No Cal people were there. I bought 2 of their pieces and once I told Ali they were there she had to go too. Love their stuff. Got another outfit from the lady that had the celtic knot outfits in royal blue. So I got my shopping done. I’m happy.

The food booths were sparse and I could have skipped the turkey corn dog that wasn’t cooked all the way. I was avoiding the fish and chips and the haggis booth. I always get sick when I go to the f & c booths at the Games and I’m allergic to haggis. I think somewhere along the line my genes decided enough was enough and said no more oats.

Watched the sheep dog demonstrations on how the dogs are trained and the different breeds used. I was interested in the way the different breeds run. A Shetland sheepdog runs with a high hind quarter and the Border collie runs flat out and even and very low to the ground. They had a 7 week old Border collie named Lucky out for his first time to show how much was instinct and how much was training and he was so eager and annoyed the older dog that was mentoring him no end. It was very cute. They are surely not apartment dogs and most definitely working dogs.

They had to use the Fairgrounds as a staging area and a place for people to bring their animals during the fires so they couldn’t use the arena for the Massed Bands and the Opening ceremonies. So we had to stand for the whole thing in this little bitty area, not good. I really can’t stand for that long anymore.

I’m not sure Ali’s friends were as fond of bagpipes as Alison and I are. Beth is one of Alison’s bike team friends and one of the one’s who talked her into the AIDS ride in June.

The ocean was so pretty and the temp was just right. I had to buy a t-shirt and go change in the car because I believed the WC and wore a turtleneck and wool sweater (jumper) with my kilt and was boiling in my own juices.

But we had a good time.