Walk the Walk

We adore the Scottish Walk parade (not only is it walking distance from our home, in Old Town Alexandria, but if you dig bagpipes (me! me!), this is the only gig in town. It was also, Paul and I noted, the first time that Harry and Charlotte both enjoyed an event, she's finally reached the age were we're not just bringing her along for the ride.

In fact, it might be safe to say she enjoyed the parade considerably more than Harry....or anyone else for that matter.
Charlotte, as we're quickly discovering, is not one to sit on the sidelines, literally. When a particularly handsome set of bagpipers marched by...so too did Charlotte, edging off the curb and striding down the parade route right after them. Then there was the Virginia Rugby Association. The second she saw the ball, she was off on her feet, in the middle of the road, begging for a throw - and they obliged her! The ball was nearly as big as her.

We were delighted to run into my mother's group and spent the chilly hour with them, oohing and ahhing at the fleet of Scotty dogs and of course debating the collective undergarments of men in skirts. I told Paul, should we ever more to the Highlands, I will gladly take up the pipes.