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His Lairdship's entourage arrived at Thomas Point in fine form. It was a braw Scottish day, being overcast and drizzly, with water and marshes adding even more atmosphere. And just as the Fool foolishly remarked, "Gee, it's too bad we won't see Charlie Zahm, the Laird's favorite minstrel, here today," we all realized that we were looking at... Charlie Zahm.
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Charlie was glad to see the Laird and the Fool again, and to meet Lady MacRogue and Obi-Wan MacRogue, lady-in-waiting.
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Double-sided cloth comes in handy in a clan that wears "tartan de jour."
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After observing the complexity of the loom, the Laird realizes there's a reason why some people are weavers, and some people are stuffed Bunnies.
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Read the box!
Shrine material, Nogs?
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Spot the
Bunny
missing
minstrel
musician.
Thus begins.. The Quest to find Charlie Zahm, the Laird's favorite minstrel.
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We repair to the tent of Clan MacFarlane (
not
a sept of MacRogue, much to their relief...). Their weapons might be required if Charlie Zahm, the Laird's favorite minstrel, is in need of rescue...
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Darren MacFarlane, usually quite knowledgeable about festival activities, is unable to provide any clues to the whereabouts of Charlie Zahm, the Laird's favorite minstrel.
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The Laird is temporarily distracted from his Quest by a bonny bit o' bunny fluff.
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The trail leads us to the campsite of the Waterworks Pub Pipe & Drums. Not only was Charlie Zahm, the Laird's favorite minstrel, not there, but the band wasn't either.
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The waird takes a Lee dram for fortification.
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The rumors about the party at Charlie's limo proved unfounded.
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Now looking for a party, as well as Charlie Zahm, his favorite minstrel, the Laird hangs with the festival's true party animals.
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Athlete John Merrow is pleased to learn of the Laird's plan to become his sponsor.
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No matter how hard we looked, Charlie wasn't there.
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The Laird's athlete participates in the sheaf-toss, the more politically correct (and somewhat neater) cousin of the traditional Baoghaltan sheep-toss.
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Irate at having been followed all over the festival, Charlie's legendary foul temper explodes in a bout of vicious tickling.
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Having successfully subdued the Laird, Charlie demonstrates that the pen is mightier than the sword...
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... and marks his captive with the Z that stands for Zahm!
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Charlie's daughter Julia proudly dances to celebrate the victory.
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Having missed the limo to Charlie's post-gig bash, the Laird graces the Waterworks Pub Band ceilidh with his presence.
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In an unusual twist, the Waterworks Pub Band inflicts bizarre hazing rituals only on departing members.
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The Ceilidh was a big blow-out.
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This would be Ian MacHarg of the Vermont band Prydein apprehensively noticing the Laird noticing him.
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Having been assured that the Laird does not, in fact, weedle on pipers, Ian relaxes a bit...
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The morning after. A
bleary blurry
furry Scottish Laird.
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The Laird proudly wears the only Charlie Zahm tee shirt in existance.
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The marshy view from our campsite. The Laird was reminded of The Swamps of Home.
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No Minstrels were harmed in the creation of this gallery.
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