There’s nothing like the sound of bagpipes. My Great Papa Johnston used to play them.
My mom used to practice her fling, the sword and the Sean Triubhas with her record player and with her Scottish Bagpiping Music as a little girl.
Even while camping on Ahmic Lake, she still found the time to practice her dances.
“Beware of the sword dance. If you kick your sword, you can’t continue and have to stand there until the song is done.”
Photo: Ahmic Lake, 1975