Each year, the Foothills Highland Games are held within earshot of our house. We awake to the sound of bagpipes, and enjoy cannon fire at breakfast. I must admit it puts a smile on my face. When commitments allow, we walk over and peruse the tents, eat the food, watch the dancers and athletes, and more often than not, watch a bold sheep succeed in his run for freedom, dog in pursuit! It makes for a fine day.
The heavy events are tests of strength and power. The hammer throw, weight throw, weight over bar, the sheaf toss and of course, the caber toss. Great fun.