home of one of the oldest...
the 170th Tomintoul Highland Games...
where the rain was hanging on to the last rung of the clouds...
refusing to let go and fall to the ground...
as we entered...
as we entered...
just as the runners were headed out...
for their three mile run up the hill.
to share the sound of the pipes...
and the general festivities.
Music...
dance...
team competitions...
and the heavies...
like putting the stone...
The rain stayed put...
as we made our way out...
with a reminder to...
It is not too late to attend the big daddy of all Highland Games...
where the royals attend while vacationing...
at Balmoral.
A great experience of all things Scotland.
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