the others wandered near the different tents to find a good place to settle down for the meal.
“I vote for this tent,” Alice gestured at a yellow-stripe tent with the sound of Celtic music coming from inside.
Wally paused, listening to the drums driving a lively tune. “Works for me,” he agreed. “I’ll go help Ian with the food. Why don’t you ladies find us a table?”
The ladies of Stony Point agreed and entered the tent as Wally left them. Picnic tables were packed inside with only a small platform in the front for the musicians. Just as they were reconciling themselves to not being able to fit in the crowded tent, a half-table of people got up to leave.
“Now I know how the town folk feel at the diner,” Peggy quipped as she bustled over to the emptied half-table.
“Small triumphs are not to be sneezed at,” said Annie, chuckling. “These are good seats for the music too. We can actually see the musicians play.”
“I’ll wait by the entrance and show the guys where to bring the food,” Alice offered. “It’s jammed in here!” She wove through the tables filled with people in a festive mood. Reaching the edge of the tent, she stood just outside to watch for Ian and Wally.
While Annie, Peggy, and Emily waited for the others to arrive, the band played a final song and announced that a different band would begin a set in ten minutes. “Oh, I hope the next band is as good as this one,” said Peggy. “They had a great sound.” She nudged Annie with her elbow. “None of that classic rock stuff.”
“Not even U2?” Annie joked back.
“Um, Annie, U2 is from Ireland, not Scotland.” Peggy wagged a finger at her friend.
“Oops, good thing Alice wasn’t here,” Annie responded. “She’d have my hide.” Her eyes narrowed. “And how come you knew that when you don’t like classic rock, hmmm?”
Peggy dismissed the tease with a wave of her hand. “Some bands—very few mind you—transcend the classic rock label.”
The next band filed in through a small gap behind the platform and began to set up. Emily’s eyes widened in wonder when she caught sight of the female band member dressed in a gossamer flowing dress of light green and lavender, the golden waves of her hair tumbling down her back.
She whispered to Peggy, “Mom, is she a princess?”
Her mother smiled at her. “I don’t know, Em. Maybe you could ask her when the band finishes their set.”
As the men of the band positioned a keyboard, two different drums, and several different kinds of wind and string instruments on the platform, Alice came through the main entrance with Wally and Ian behind her. All three sets of arms were laden with food and drinks.
Leading the men through the tables, Alice set two drink carriers in front of Annie and Peggy. “It’s a good thing I was watching out for Ian and Wally; the drinks were threatening to slip out of their hands.”
“I’m impressed they made it that far.” Annie laughed. “Y’all bought enough food to feed William Wallace’s entire clan! Is there anything left in the food cart for everyone else?”
“I’m sure there’s still plenty of haggis left,” Wally said as he placed a stack of boxed meat pies and bridies next to the drinks.
“We need to toast Wally’s hurling abilities,” said Ian. “The vendor wouldn’t hear of taking any extra money after seeing the certificate. It covered our entire lunch.” He handed a box of scones to Annie to pass around the group.
Peggy cocked an eyebrow as she pulled two cups of soda out of the carrier, setting one in front of Emily. “These folks sure take their haggis hurling seriously!”
“And that is a good thing,” Annie added as she reached over for a drink. “This is a fine feast. The food smells delicious.” Her eyes roamed over the different boxes of food. “I can’t decide what to try first.”
Alice grinned, standing to bend over the boxes and transfer a bridie and a meat pie to her paper plate with
“I vote for this tent,” Alice gestured at a yellow-stripe tent with the sound of Celtic music coming from inside.
Wally paused, listening to the drums driving a lively tune. “Works for me,” he agreed. “I’ll go help Ian with the food. Why don’t you ladies find us a table?”
The ladies of Stony Point agreed and entered the tent as Wally left them. Picnic tables were packed inside with only a small platform in the front for the musicians. Just as they were reconciling themselves to not being able to fit in the crowded tent, a half-table of people got up to leave.
“Now I know how the town folk feel at the diner,” Peggy quipped as she bustled over to the emptied half-table.
“Small triumphs are not to be sneezed at,” said Annie, chuckling. “These are good seats for the music too. We can actually see the musicians play.”
“I’ll wait by the entrance and show the guys where to bring the food,” Alice offered. “It’s jammed in here!” She wove through the tables filled with people in a festive mood. Reaching the edge of the tent, she stood just outside to watch for Ian and Wally.
While Annie, Peggy, and Emily waited for the others to arrive, the band played a final song and announced that a different band would begin a set in ten minutes. “Oh, I hope the next band is as good as this one,” said Peggy. “They had a great sound.” She nudged Annie with her elbow. “None of that classic rock stuff.”
“Not even U2?” Annie joked back.
“Um, Annie, U2 is from Ireland, not Scotland.” Peggy wagged a finger at her friend.
“Oops, good thing Alice wasn’t here,” Annie responded. “She’d have my hide.” Her eyes narrowed. “And how come you knew that when you don’t like classic rock, hmmm?”
Peggy dismissed the tease with a wave of her hand. “Some bands—very few mind you—transcend the classic rock label.”
The next band filed in through a small gap behind the platform and began to set up. Emily’s eyes widened in wonder when she caught sight of the female band member dressed in a gossamer flowing dress of light green and lavender, the golden waves of her hair tumbling down her back.
She whispered to Peggy, “Mom, is she a princess?”
Her mother smiled at her. “I don’t know, Em. Maybe you could ask her when the band finishes their set.”
As the men of the band positioned a keyboard, two different drums, and several different kinds of wind and string instruments on the platform, Alice came through the main entrance with Wally and Ian behind her. All three sets of arms were laden with food and drinks.
Leading the men through the tables, Alice set two drink carriers in front of Annie and Peggy. “It’s a good thing I was watching out for Ian and Wally; the drinks were threatening to slip out of their hands.”
“I’m impressed they made it that far.” Annie laughed. “Y’all bought enough food to feed William Wallace’s entire clan! Is there anything left in the food cart for everyone else?”
“I’m sure there’s still plenty of haggis left,” Wally said as he placed a stack of boxed meat pies and bridies next to the drinks.
“We need to toast Wally’s hurling abilities,” said Ian. “The vendor wouldn’t hear of taking any extra money after seeing the certificate. It covered our entire lunch.” He handed a box of scones to Annie to pass around the group.
Peggy cocked an eyebrow as she pulled two cups of soda out of the carrier, setting one in front of Emily. “These folks sure take their haggis hurling seriously!”
“And that is a good thing,” Annie added as she reached over for a drink. “This is a fine feast. The food smells delicious.” Her eyes roamed over the different boxes of food. “I can’t decide what to try first.”
Alice grinned, standing to bend over the boxes and transfer a bridie and a meat pie to her paper plate with
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