I’ve just returned from an amazing trip to Scotland, where I was accompanied by my lovely and talented wife and two great friends.
While we were there, we were fortunate to be staying in a lovely little village called Aberlour – population 970. We were even more fortunate that the regional Highland Games were held there during our brief stay. These games date back over 1000 years and have many facets including bagpipe and drum corps competitions (majestic) and multiple dancing events (graceful). And yes, there are footraces and long jumps where men and women run and jump to the screaming encouragement of the local spectators.
But the great allure of the games lies in the strength events where huge men in kilts throw heavy stones and hammers and even toss massive logs.
Sometimes, though – as the wise writer of Ecclesiastes observed — “the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.”
In a surprising twist of fate, I watched a younger, smaller contestant trounce a giant “he-man” at one of the most famous strength events (I’ll show you pictures in just a moment).