The next day my morning walk was round the race course. Sun shining, blue skys and short lush green grass, my kind of day. We walked all the way round as dad wanted to investigate places to spot high flying birds. The long hairs and their Harley Davidsons were up and roaring around at the other side of the race course. It’s nice to be nice so we went to say hello to them. They were in good spirits and had a full card of events for the day. They came from everywhere, Holland, Norway, Finland, Germany and Ireland, all here to play with their Scottish brothers and pet me.
Afternoon was nice and snoozy. Mum had setup camp music was nonstop. The music came from two places. When a band was on the big stage the long hairs stopped their music. When the big stage changed bands the longhairs bands filled the gap. We went along to the longhairs tent as dad liked the music stayed for a while and went back to camp.
After dinner it was time to go high flying bird watching. Camp chairs under arms and bags of supplies we headed over the race course. After a while we grew larger and larger. To start it was just us then some longhairs came to join us soon more peoplsees came across the race course and from the longhairs camp to join us.
A peoplsees in a bright yellow vets tried to move us, I growled at him. He told Dad we had to move because we didn’t have a ticket. Even with a ticket Poppys were not allowed in, no Poppy no Mum and Dad. All for one. Well he was not ready for dad. Dad went into his pocket and waved a bit of paper at him. The man looked confused and walked away. Dad must have had a high flying bird watching permit. The longhairs cheered and settled into the bird watching while drinking lots of cans of the juice dad calls “electric soup”.
Well he was not ready for dad. Dad went into his pocket and waved a bit of paper at him. The man looked confused and walked away. Dad must have had a high flying bird watching permit. The longhairs cheered and settled into the bird watching while drinking lots of cans of the juice dad calls “electric soup”.
It was very noisy and lights flashed, all the peoplsees looked towards the light. Every time the noise stopped the peoplsees cheered and clapped, then the noise would start again. Odd if you got clapped for stopping why would you start again. Strange. In the darkness a voice said Goodnight really loudly then all the peoplsees started to leave. Me Mum and dad turned to cross the race course back to Betsy
They were happy and bouncy all the way back. I don’t know why, I never saw 1 high flying bird and my eyes are good.