Parading the Colours

Some husbands travel to watch rugby or football or horse racing or golf, but my husband likes to watch a good march past by the infantry.

Today there was such a thing in Perth; the Black Watch newly returned from the killing fields of Afghanistan were marching through that 'Fair City' and his Lordship wanted to witness it.

Once upon a time, he was in the Black Watch cadets and Territorial Army before and after his national Service with the Gordons in Malaya.

According to him he was so good at marching that he was conscripted to marching with the pipe band even though they removed the reed from his bagpipes lest he spoil the tune.
It's always faintly amusing to spot the soldier whose arms go in the same direction as their legs, or the one out of step with everyone else- none seen today.

We picnicked in Kinross on the way up, overlooking LochLeven, moody under lowering dark clouds and a light drizzle. By the time we reached Perth, the heavens opened with rain and hail of biblical proportions.

However, just before the march started, the rain cleared and a watery sun shone on the troops in their fatigues with red hackles on their bonnets.

This blip is of the colours being carried in the middle of the march. At the back came the regimental mascot- a small black Shetland pony.

Our Perth visit ended with supper at his Lordship's brother in Perth and a family blether and catch up.

A very good day out.