And so, the competition season ends. Thank goodness for that.
The last competition of the season was largely unremarkable - we went, we played, it was fairly disappointing, we waited, and we came 7th (8th for piping, 3rd for drumming, out of 9). And then we came home.
The voyage home was a fairly unpleasant experience, because quite a few people got very drunk because it was the last competition of the season, and quite a few more got very drunk because Rangers and Celtic were playing. But at least this time it was just noisy, and not actually scary.
And that, I think, is all there is to say about Saturday.
#48: "Pathfinder: In Search of Sanity", by F. Wesley Schneider
#49: "The World According to Garp", by John Irving (a book from The List)