The Band Begins to Play

And once again, in the Scottish Borders, the horse mad jumped on their steeds and headed out to ride around the boundaries, this time in Lauder.

I tagged along with Rory to see him play in the band, and to get to see the horses and some friends of mine riding. It's one of the weirdest experiences ever to anyone from outside the Borders...no one else seems to understand the tradition or why every enjoys it so much (mainly for the drinking sessions).

This meant, however, getting up at an un-Godly hour of the morning, but it meant I got to spent the car journey talking about rubbish to Rory. Who wouldn't enjoy that?

Afterwards, we headed back to Rory's for a lazy night of DVD watching. heaven