Manly men in kilts

A few weeks back I went to the Highland Games in Fife. They were held in a wee town called Ceres that any other time of the year has a very small population. But one day a year it explodes and people from all over Scotland and abroad bear down on the small town.
I stayed with Megan, a girl that I met when I was up in Aberdeen. She invited me to stay with her family and go to the games. I was welcomed warmly and they went out of their way to make me feel at home.
It took 4 hours to drive up to Fife and when I arrived, I threw my things down, got to know Megan's mum and dad then we headed off for a walk. It stays so light here that we didn't get back till 10.30pm when it was finally getting dark.
The next morning Megan, acting as tour guide, took me on a walk along the cliff tops and to an old fishing village. We must have walked for around 2 hours. It was a solid distance too but the views were worth it.
After a glorious, if not exhausting walk, it was time to head to the games.
I have always wanted to go to the games. Always. It was not a let down in the slightest. We grabbed Scottish beef burgers and a can of Iron Bru, found a bit of hill on which to sit, and settled in for the next four hours.
The games were in the village green right in the centre of the tiny town. The games began in Ceres after the battle of Bannockburn when King William (?) gifted them the right to hold the games every year. The only time the games haven't been on was during WWI and WWII. Anyway, they have been held for 900 odd years. That is quite impressive.

There was highland dancing in the middle of the the field with bagpiper. The the right was highland wrestling, a unique kind of wrestling where the two opponents hug each other close then try to throw the other to the ground. To the left was the hammer throw, caber tossing, a boulder toss, and something that resembled tossing a small hay barrel over a rugby post with a pitchfork.
Around the outside of these activities was a cycle track and space for foot races. There was also room for tug-of-war. There was so much to look at that I felt like I was always missing out.
That night Megan took me out on the town. It was good fun. It was her cousin's birthday so they were playing pub golf. What a crazy game. There is a hell of a lot of drinking involved. I was invited to play but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up. At one of the pubs there was a hen's night and a fireman stripper. He was incredibly built up top with so much muscle that I don't think it was physically possible for him to lower his arms to his sides. The problem was that on his lower half, he seemed to have forgotten to bulk up his legs. I was pretty sure that if he fell over his legs wouldn't be strong enough to get him upright again.
Anyway, it was a great weekend away and I finally got to see the games.