Over the past few weeks there have been strange stirrings in several households across the country.
Like some primordial instinct people have been readying themselves for an annual migration.
Is it the call of Stonehenge and the cult of the druids? NO!
Is it the migration of the Wildebeest ? NO!
Is it a gathering of the Scottish clans, called by the Laird? NO!
It’s the time for the annual “fire festival” to be held at a preordained place by the nominated “one”
Actually it’s the movement of branches of the family to the annual gathering “The Bash”
Here the worship is restricted to enjoying a bbq and catching up on the family gossip for the past twelve months, spread over a long weekend, with participants from five years to ninety five years.
More to follow.
