One of the girls Jonathan works with, a fellow American PA, hosted our Thanksgiving this year. And, what was originally planned as a small get together, ended up being a ceilidh (pronounced kay - lee) with half her small highland village. It was such great fun! The schoolhouse turned hall was decorated in festive bunting and fairy lights and merry introductions were made as everyone trickled in to the kitchen with their contribution to our harvest feast. Annie, our host had provided Indian headbands and Pilgrim hats and bonnets which our newest Scottish, English and Irish friends embraced heartily. And, it was amusing to point out that, after all, the Pilgrims were English themselves.
We ended the night with traditional puddings (desserts) though some were surprised to find that the sweet potato dishes covered in sugar and marshmallows were part of the main meal and not dessert. And, finally went outside to send off floating lanterns into the frosty evening sky. It was a magical end to a wonderful day.
Jon and and I were in charge of a turkey, our first- which turned out perfect by the way, yay! While it was roasting we wandered off to the shores of Loch Fyne in search of the Old Castle Lachlan ruins, 14th to 18th century home of the Clan Maclachlan chiefs. It was such a dramatic spot; trapped between gray sky and gray water, the knarled and twisted trees standing guard over the ruins, ancient and eery.
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