Comings and Goings

Ragehammer MacTavish, trudging up the hill to MacTavish's hut after a hard day's work, nodded to himself appreciatively, enjoying the music of Piper Tom.

Piper Tom, recognising the fact that his talents were appreciated, blew all the harder. He considered this latest piece, "Rin'o't'an'l," to be much more reflective than the (wedding) march he had recently been working on. The bit he liked the best is the nice sliding 'blues' note in the chorus.

Inside the hut, Clan MacTavish were having a bit of a shindig. A humble feast of bread, potatoes, fish and corn went down well with a liberal helping of dark ale, donated by a friend of the MacTavishes who shall remain nameless.

Several usually serious types popped in, "as they were passing by anyway." At first a bit hesitant, they soon loosened up and, by the time they left, promises had been made to meet these fellow scotts in various taverns and pubs throughout the land.

And who was that dark but noble and anonymous figure who hovered awhile in the far corner, enjoying our honest peasant hospitality but falling silent when more educated types went past?

Perhaps he realised and approved of the fact that, despite the apparent frivolity of the surroundings, if you looked carefully you could see that stubborn MacTavish look on the face of each and everyone of us. We know how to party all right, but we also know how to get things done!