#Tartan sheep

[smotherstories]

[thelolitalookbook]

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[sellswordart]

Sorry, I'm not drawing a full tartan in 24 hours

[scotianostra]

Robert Burns was born on January 25th 1759 at Alloway,Ayrshire.

Let's start the day off with the biggie!

Scotland's national poet is renowned around the world, other than Queen Victoria and religious figures there are more statues around the world to oor Rabbie than anyone else.

With people celebrating today at Burns Suppers today's post will look back at this celebration, it's history and traditions.

Remember every Burns Supper is individual and may not follow the same order or include them all.

This first supper was organised on July 21st 1801, the fifth anniversary of his passing, by the Reverend Hamilton Paul for a gathering of nine ‘honest men of Ayr’. For some years there was a question over whether a woman had been in attendance, as one of those noted had the Christian name Primrose, an uncommon name for a man. The venue was his cottage in Alloway.

The first "formal" Burns supper away from home I recall was on a weekend school trip to Innerwick in 1979, at Innerwick,it was the first timeI was called a chauvinist, and probably not the last!

It introduced all the key ingredients of the Burns Suppers we see today, namely good food, plenty of drink and friends who toasted the Immortal Memory of Robert Burns as well as reciting some of his works.

Guests at this first supper were served sheep’s head; this rarely features on modern menus! While it used to be the case that a Burns Supper was a male-only affair, this is definitely not still true.

Large Burns Suppers may have a top table for the Chairman, speakers and their partners, any special guests and the organising committee (if there is one), but you can also run a smaller and less formal affair.

The menu or Bill o’ Fare will detail what the party will be eating and usually includes a list of the speeches, speakers and entertainers. You may also find the words to ‘Auld Lang Syne’, which will be sung at the end of the evening before guests depart.

Most suppers start with a grace, most commonly ‘The Selkirk Grace’ attributed to Burns.

Some hae meat and canna eat,

And some wad eat that want it,

But we hae meat and we can eat,

Sae let the Lord be Thankit!

As a celebration night, dress can be quite formal. There’s no rule obliging a kilt to be worn but this has become common evening dress for many Scots. A dinner suit or trews (tartan dress trousers) are equally acceptable.

It should be noted that it’s very unlikely that Burns himself would have worn a kilt. He was a Lowlander and the kilt is traditionally Highland dress. It was also illegal to wear a kilt between 1747–82, in the aftermath of the Jacobite Risings.

At a more traditional Burns Night, ladies might wear a black or white dress with a hint of tartan, perhaps a tartan sash pinned to the right shoulder (only a Clan Chief’s wife should wear her sash pinned to the left).

Many suppers are ‘come as you are’. If you’re the organiser, just let your guests know how formal you intend the evening to be.

The first course is traditionally soup, either Scotch broth, cock-a-leekie or Cullen skink – all good Scottish recipes using fine Scottish ingredients.

Haggis is then served either as the main course or an intermediate course, depending on how posh your do is!

The haggis is accompanied by champit tatties (mashed potato) and neeps (mashed turnip).Sometimes carrot is mixed with the neeps, although this is not traditional. Many suppers now include a whisky sauce to accompany the haggis.

If it's a big "do" yer at the Haggis will of course be delivered on a silver platter by a procession comprising the chef, the piper and the person who will address the Haggis. A whisky-bearer should also arrive to ensure the toasts are well lubricated during "The Address to the Haggis "

There is no set tune for the piper to play, I have heard of many over the years, even the Star Wars theme during a supper with the films theme! A particular favourite of mine is A Man's A Man for A' That.

Address to a Haggis.

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,

Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!

Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,

Painch, tripe, or thairm:

Weel are ye wordy of a grace

As lang ‘s my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,

Your hurdies like a distant hill,

Your pin wad help to mend a mill

In time o’ need,

While thro’ your pores the dews distil

Like amber bead.

His knife see Rustic-labour dight,

An’ cut ye up wi’ ready slight,

Trenching your gushing entrails bright,

Like onie ditch;

And then, O what a glorious sight,

Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an’ strive:

Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,

Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve

Are bent like drums;

Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,

Bethankit hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,

Or olio that wad staw a sow,

Or fricassee wad mak her spew

Wi’ perfect sconner,

Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view

On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,

As feckless as a wither’d rash,

His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,

His nieve a nit;

Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,

O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,

The trembling earth resounds his tread,

Clap in his walie nieve a blade,

He’ll make it whissle;

An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,

Like taps o’ thrissle.

Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,

And dish them out their bill o’ fare,

Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware

That jaups in luggies;

But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,

Gie her a Haggis!

Once the Address is complete, the Addresser gives a glass of whisky to the chef and the piper, and invites the whole company to ‘toast the haggis’.

The chef will then recover the haggis and leave the room to plate this part of the meal. Sometimes the haggis is passed around the table for guests to help themselves, adding tatties and neeps from large bowls placed on the table.

After the meal, the speeches and entertainment begin in earnest, starting with a toast to the monarch, known as The Loyal Toast.

This is followed by the main toast of the night, to The Immortal Memory of Robert Burns.

The Immortal Memory should be a heartfelt toast to the genius, life and works of our National Bard. At more formal dinners this speech focuses on a theme of Burns’s works, ending with a formal toast where all guests are invited to raise their glass.

The next speech will be The Toast to the Lassies, a reflection of Burns’s ‘appreciation’ of women. Traditionally, this takes the form of a witty reflection on the relationships between men and women, ending with the men rising to toast ‘the Lassies’.

This is followed by the Reply to the Toast to the Lassies. This should also be witty and seek to correct the previous speaker’s assumptions about women. The speech often ends with rousing applause from the women present, who then rise and raise their glasses to the men, toasting ‘the Laddies’.

At larger or more formal Burns Suppers, there may be further speeches that reflect on the guests and absent friends, Scotland and a formal vote of thanks.

The speeches are followed by entertainment – often including recitations and music. The night should end with a rousing rendition of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ and three cheers, marking the end of a successful Burns Night.

Among the pics are stamps from around the world, perhaps the most interesting are from Russia, (the two together) from 1956 and Romania, from 1959. The pic with the couple is Sharleen Spiteri and Ewan Mcgregor attending a Burns Night.

[honeylullaby]

Oh, the whole world, it is sleeping. But my world is you. PT.1?

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by: A sweet anon🫶🏽

Song Inspo: Bloom, The Paper Kites.

Disclaimers: Reader character aged at 26. Short Work. Let me know if you’d like a PT2? Your sweet, soft life with Rupert & your family 🩷

It was a slow, gentle morning in Spring. A tender stream of sunlight washed through the sheer net curtains of the kitchen. Outside, daffodils had begun to rear their golden heads across the lawn of Penscombe Court. In the distance, a herd of sheep guided new, bouncing lambs across the valley. As Rupert Campbell-Black pulled himself from his deep slumber, he yawned and outstretched his limbs, his ears instantaneously being filled by cheerful chatter downstairs. Pulling on a navy blue towelling robe, he sauntered downstairs and was stopped in his tracks by a small boy, dressed in a white t-shirt and blue dungarees, ink black hair shrouding his head like a cloud. His cerulean eyes sparkled in the same way as Rupert’s. “Good morning, Arthur.” Rupert beamed, picking up the boy, who replied back in his own toddler chatter. “Ruff ruff!” Arthur babbled as Blue, the lurcher, and Rufus, the beagle, circled around Rupert’s ankles.

Rupert placed Arthur back down on the floor when they entered the kitchen, and he immediately toddled away to the corner to continue ramming his shiny red cast metal car into the skirting board. “Good morning, darling.” Rupert purred, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. You were sat at the dining table already, spoon-feeding a thick porridge to your plump-cheeked baby in the highchair beside you. “And how is my beautiful girl this morning?” Rupert cheered, pulling the baby from the highchair and spinning her around in his arms. Posie was almost six months old — with an angelic, cherub-like face, rosy cheeks and a belly laugh that even made Declan O’Hara smile. “Very greedy.” You replied, scooping up the last of the porridge onto a small blue spoon and stuffing it in Posie’s mouth.

The family that you’d both created often brought tears to Rupert’s eyes. The way Arthur’s eyes brightened when he smiled, just like Rupert. The way Posie danced with her shoulders whenever music was playing, just like you. The way the dogs create a protective barrier around both children when they’re asleep in the playroom. And, today would similarly not be short of familial joy. The spring sun was blazing, so you had lay a red tartan picnic blanket outside, alongside a wicker hamper filled with sandwiches, sausage rolls, lemonade and jam. Rupert had Posie in his arms, and was strolling briskly through the gardens, allowing her to bunch various flowers within her surprisingly strong fists. As he eventually took a seat on the bench just outside the French doors, Posie picking at the head of a tulip, Rupert sighed loudly, his eyes fixed on you playing with a collection of cast metal cars alongside Arthur, giggling fantastically as your son crashed them together. “You know, angel, some years ago I sat here. All alone. For lack of better words, I’d been a very naughty boy. I never, ever thought I’d be sat here with you all. My family.” He spoke solemnly to your babbling daughter. Posie lay her head against his chest as if, in some strange way, she’d understood it all. Keeping her head tightly to his chest, Rupert pandered back to the picnic blanket.

“Are you okay, love?” You asked, chuckling as Arthur crawled over to his father and rested his head upon his lap. You inched closer towards your husband, taking time to individually kiss everyone on their foreheads. “Most definitely.” Rupert beamed in response. “I love you all. So much.” He continued. Posie began her signature belly laugh as Arthur stuck his tongue out towards her. “My God. I love you all.” He spoke again.

[bejeweledblondie]

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish Headcannons

A/N: I’m very happy y’all are enjoying these!

Warnings NSFW

• Y’all met while you were on a study abroad program

• You had been returning from a night class & decided to go to the local pub for a pint & some food

• It was another soldier that pointed you out initially but he caught your eye

• “Oi, what’s a wee lass like yourself doin’ all alone in the corner?” (It definitely didn’t come out THAT clearly)

• it took you a minute to process what the hell he had said since his Scottish accent is so thick

• You spent hours chatting in that bar, about your home life, studies, etc. Johnny was limited in what he could tell you about his profession

• The two of you exchanged numbers & on your first date he took you to the Scottish countryside

• The view took your breath away, & he explained the history of his homeland to you (he’s very patriotic)

• You’d FaceTime, call, text etc. once you had to return to your home country

• He was so proud to see you graduate (he knew how hard you worked towards obtaining your college degree)

• He told you he couldn’t go to your graduation due to work (it was a lie)

• He planned out a whole secret proposal with your parents over FaceTime

• imagine your surprise when you saw him after the ceremony

• He proposed in private in your childhood house’s backyard

• You initially got married in the states to be able to live with him due to his military service & start receiving housing

• Y’all had a ceremony & reception at a castle in the Scottish countryside complete with a hand tying ceremony

• Yes, you had a bagpiper at the wedding

• He wore a kilt (are we even surprised?)

• Your garter had his last name on it & was in tartan plaid that matched his kilt (yes you had a garter toss & he was in shock when he saw the garter)

• Y’all got a gorgeous little cottage by the sea & ofc a sheep dog to go with it

• He 100% would be hosting for football matches

• And if you’re American y’all would definitely host a Super Bowl watch party

• I feel like he’d love reality tv (especially 90 Day Fiancé & the Kardashians)

• He has commentary too for every scene

• “what a fooking idiot.”

• His favorite Kardashian is Kris Jenner

• Since he can barley keep his hands off of you, he knocks you up only a month after your wedding

• Since he was deployed you mailed him ultrasound photos of the bean

• For a man who is incredibly intelligent it didn’t click that you send multiple photos of the same ultrasound

• He thought he was having quints at first & nearly had a stroke

• “You’re having five of ‘em?!” “No that’s the same fetus just different photos”

• He kept the ultra sound photos in his plate carrier

• Tactical baby gear is a must (also it’s a real company which is awesome)

• Hear me out little baby kilt, Simon gifted it to y’all

• You nearly cried when you opened the gift d

• Simon is 100% the godfather of your baby, if you trust him with Johnny’s life you can ensure if anything happened your baby would be taken care of

• Johnny was lucky that he was able to be there the entire time you were in labor

• He almost fainted when he saw the epidural (I don’t blame him)

• You guys had a little boy

• Unfortunately while you were in recovery he got called back into work for a mission

• Before he left he held your son just incase it was his last time holding him

• You sobbed when he left & one of the nurses had to console you

• Thankfully it was just a hostage rescue so he was back within a few days & ready to help out with the baby

• He carried your son around in one of those baby carriers that your strap to your chest

• Your baby boy is so giggly just like his daddy

• He will constantly be making his son laugh with silly faces, hand motions, anything

• Whenever the boys come over to watch a match your son will be passed around like a hot potato one moment he’ll be sitting with Price then next Simon has him

• As your son gets older he gets interested in what his daddy does, & he’s infatuated with being a soldier

• He’ll play pretend soldier with Soap all the time

• You’re constantly picking up Nerf darts

• When Soap is away on a mission, your son will crawl into bed with you because he misses his daddy

• He draws photos of him & the Task Force to send to overseas

• I also feel like y’all’s son would be incredibly helpful around the home especially when you’re expecting baby No. 2 & after baby No. 2 is born

• Baby No.2 is a little girl

• He’s definitely very protective over his little girl

• “She’s just as beautiful as you, Bonnie”

• Y’all’s son would also enlist or commission to the British Military but I think he’d actually be a King’s Guard for a bit

• And I feel like your daughter would be incredibly creative, she’d use those talents to be an artist

• I do believe Soap is a die hard family man & that’s one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him

✨NSFW✨

• He’s definitely a cheeky bastard & will not hesitate to smack, grab, or make comments in public about you

• He’s 100% dominant in the bedroom & loves to be called “daddy”, or even “Johnny”

• He fucked you right before y’all walked into your wedding reception, perks of wearing a kilt

• This man loves your legs & especially your thighs

• He loves to watch you squirm when his hand trails your legs all the way leading up to your pussy

• He’s not quite during sex whatsoever, he’ll full on groan, moan & tell you good you feel

• He’s a sucker for flexibility

• You take up yoga to improve your flexibility

• I definitely believe y’all wouldn’t even make it through the front door when he comes home

•He’d either fuck you on the hood of the car or the damn back seat in the parking lot

• He loves it when you wear his old PT shorts & no panties easy access

• He definitely loves you & your body & would know how to take care of you

[pluckybirdart]

Ended up redoing my reference for these two slightly because I liked this fleece design better and I found a tartan for the waist wrap!

My Lamb’s original name was Seph and they’re based on Shetland sheep! They/them pronouns primarily but they’ll accept any :3

Narinder is he/him as in canon and doomed by the narrative ❤️

[eroticcannibal]

Right I need help finding book titles. This is *emotionally* an emergency even if im not actually gonna die. All of these books will have been published in the early 90s or earlier, they are all very thin paperbacks and the majority are quite large kids books but not like. Baby books? If that makes sense?

These are books I owned as a small child, the majority given to me by my mum and my dead daddy. My abusive ex damaged them, and then got rid of them (and some photos, nothing of financial value, only the things that are truly irreplaceable) when I left.

1. Mostly blue cover with a teddy bear on it hung from a washing line i think? The bear is brown, some patches on it might be dark, possibly even looks like leather texture? Teddy bear goes on some kind of adventure.

2 and 3. Might have been published by ladybird. Covers of the same style with a tartan? Strip down the left side. One i believe has a wee boy and sheeps on it, the other has an old sailor man? With a cat.

4. Something about a whale song possibly? Very dark cover, not sure if it was *actually* looking like the whale and the waves were made of stars or if that was the impression I got from it.

5. One that I remember looking similar to a Katie morag book but not? Thats too vague.

May add to this later as I remember more.

Ones I do remember that I need to look for:

2 Katie morag books

I think one was called "brother moon sister sky"

[nocturna7]

𝟮𝟭 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗦𝗰𝗼𝘁𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄:

1. Scotland has over 790 islands, but only about 130 are inhabited. The largest inhabited island is Lewis and Harris.

2. Edinburgh was the first city in the world to have its own fire brigade, established in 1824.

3. Scotland's national animal is the unicorn, symbolizing purity, innocence, and power in Celtic mythology.

4. The shortest scheduled flight in the world is in Scotland. The flight between Westray and Papa Westray in the Orkney Islands lasts just around one minute.

5. Scotland is home to the oldest tree in Europe: A twisted yew tree in Fortingall that is estimated to be between 3,000 and 9,000 years old.

6. Shetland has the highest density of otters in Europe, with around 1,000 otters living in the wild.

7. The raincoat was invented by Charles Macintosh, a Glaswegian, in 1824, revolutionizing outdoor wear with his waterproof fabric.

8. Scotland has its own legal system, separate from England and Wales, with its roots in Roman law and influenced by other legal traditions, including French law.

9. The Encyclopedia Britannica was first produced in Scotland in 1768, in Edinburgh, to be precise.

10. The world’s first color photograph was taken in Scotland: In 1861, James Clerk Maxwell presented a color photograph of a tartan ribbon.

11. Golf originated in Scotland, with the game being played on Musselburgh Links in 1672, which is recognized as the world’s oldest golf course.

12. Scotland’s national dish is haggis, a savory pudding containing sheep's heart, liver, and lungs, mixed with onions, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, encased in the animal's stomach.

13. The first official international football (soccer) match was played in Scotland between Scotland and England in 1872.

14. Scotland has its own currency: Scottish banks issue their own banknotes, which are legal currency throughout the UK, though they might be met with confusion outside Scotland.

15. Edinburgh was named the first UNESCO City of Literature in 2004, recognizing its strong literary heritage.

16. St. Andrew’s Day on November 30th is a national holiday in Scotland, celebrating Saint Andrew, the patron saint of Scotland.

17. The Old Course at St. Andrews is considered the "home of golf" and has been played on since the 15th century.

18. Skara Brae on Orkney is older than Stonehenge and the Great Pyramids, making it one of the oldest agricultural villages in the UK.

19. The largest secondhand bookshop in Scotland, Leakey’s Bookshop in Inverness, is housed in an old church and features a wood-burning stove in the center.

20. The Scots Pine is Scotland’s national tree, symbolic of its ancient Caledonian forests.

21. Scotland is famed for its "right to roam", where people can access most land and inland water for recreation, as long as they do so responsibly under the Scottish Outdoor Access Code.

[katherinebotten]

The Sun - Kaycyy. Aldinga. Port Willunga. Men mythologise their life if they are women. Women are filled with doubt if they are men. Men are filled with faith if they are women. I’m in the field of the field talking to the field receiving as the field asking for: an Indonesian vernacular style custom Tudor house set in a field like days of heaven the Tudor house looks pinched up to the sky like a church, scary and too thin and tall like sky qi snorting it. Lakshmi House (Hate House). Sheep skin walls. Andy Warhol factory walls. Japanese mud ball glossy walls. Mirror ball walls. Laura Ashley walls. William Morris walls. Mostly trad plain Tudor walls, a reprieve. Baby blue walls. A couch made of vintage denim Levi 501s and tartan mohair throws from England and Scotland and a dark green duck down sleeping bag as a blanket no zips. Antique military wool rug. An xxl vintage bomber jacket stuffed w duck down feathers stitched into a soft toy ersatz boyfriend I hold it. I wrote We hold each other but it’s not true!!!! It’s always one person holding another not both. Men don’t hold women. Deepak says everything in the field is intelligent. I G’d up the qi it activated some old code, the old code was rancid, desperate for an audience. Yellow brown orange baby blue navy blue Stained glass window in the chapel in the Tudor house. Sitting there on my wooden meditation stool. The house is near an ocean. I can hear the waves. Actually I’m in a different house because I hate hate house. I was meant to be a train-hopper, what happened? I walk around in the Twin Peaks waitress outfit, with tap shoe maryjanes. Tap shoe clogs. Private school uniforms. Christian Science. Lana del Rey in a trailer - he could mythologise this chapter of his life, he could explain how this was walking with god. I get a job in a factory. On the way to work I look at the stars because it’s fucking night. Two quarks on the opposite ends of history pair up in a nonlocal moment this keeps me going (Pandora’s box; idiot; “a small mind will only create half a world. Unable to see the whole, it only sees parts of the whole.” (Maharishi)). Cactus, South Australia 1960. 1970. Rishikesh. Hawai’i. 2023. Me when I’m one — I’m in a blanket I’m telepathically communicating to my 33 year old self “No more Bill’s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Not lying to the nurse when she asks me my pain out of ten it’s 3. I have shingles in my asshole on an anal fistula the crohns I’m disappearing w iconoclasm got a project extension I tell her 3 but explain I’m David Blaine which means it’s a material 8. Thefield Endone Rockstar Freeman Trust Faith [Father’s Name] Katherine.

[beardedmrbean]

The Highland Clearances, starting at the mid 18th century, was a bitter chapter in Scotland's history.  The Clearances had two objectives:  1.To dissolve the clans' power, because many did not recognize House of Orange's rule over Britain, which led to violent conflicts.  2.To reform the land, ideally to loyal subjects to British government, to meet increasing demand for sheep.  Over the next few decades, thousands of Scottish were evicted from their lands -some methods were more brutal than others.  Outcast and friendless, they immigrated to America and Commonwealth countries to restart their lives.  Loch Lomond, is a song of mourning for the dead rebels. ___________________________

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Local St Andrews society every year does a thing at my church A Kirkin’ O’ the Tartan, outing myself as a Presbyterian I know.

If you're not familiar with it as a concept, which I think your, bit up there tells me you are, but for anyone else interested here's the St Andrews society page on it and a short blurb for those that only want a touch of info to know that I'm not making these things up.

A Kirkin’ O’ the Tartan is an almost-Scottish American tradition, generally considered a rededication (of clans and others) to God’s service. While 18th century Scots had to hide their ancient clan tartans in the Kirk (church), today Scots and those of Scots descent, celebrate both their national and their religious heritage with a Kirkin’.

"Almost-Scottish American tradition" kills me.

We're a strange place the US, looking backwards and forwards at the same time while still not sure where we are now.

Irish pub here in town I used to go to regularly, Irish as it can be at least, every so often, late after the dinner crowd was gone and it was just people enjoying a pint and such, someone would break into song and it ended up happening like that video for today on man occasions.

was always a joy when it did

[ms-katonic-of-tamriel]

Inspired by a recent post from Deutsch-blr that Germany is never gonna win Eurovison but always going to qualify and they should just take advantage of that three minute captive audience to go nuts.

UK should do the same. Or rather, take off the trench coat and have the four nations take it in turn to send something in.

A Welsh entry in actual Welsh. Have Dafydd Iwan sing the sequel to Yma O Hyd or something. Video accompaniment is drone footage of lights strapped to sheep which are herded into patterns.

A Scottish entry in broad Scots to make Robert Burns proud, all in tartan and woad with a bagpipe solo. An ode to the haggis or possibly death to midges.

NI's entry can't decide if it's British or Irish and after weeks of tense talks, we just get a power ballad homage to Love Love Peace Peace.

England? Morris dancers as your backing troupe. Jarvis Cocker out of retirement to sing the thing. A giant maypole taking centre stage. Someone in a Jack in the Green costume does a violin solo, bonus if they're not white. Song title is 'Everybody Hates Us But At Least We're Not The Yanks'.

[blackmouthdog]

Clothing: Refs

Below the cut is referencess for clothing for Tick. Yadda yadda

BASE LAYER: High-necked, low waisted bra/compression top. Knee-length shorts (compression or knit cotton). Usually black but she has white as well.

SECOND LAYER: Knit hat (if not wearing a kerchief, etc), large hoodie with occassional designs- usually a solid color, mended/patched straight-leg jeans, slip on 'vans' style sneakers

THIRD LAYER: Large T-shirt (sometimes with a design on it), tartan-plaid scarf wrap skirt

FOURTH LAYER: oiled canvas jacket lined in sheep fleece with patches, shemaugh-style scarf

[scotianostra]

On July 1st 1782 the Proscription Act was repealed.

The Government passed two previous acts in 1716 and 1725 which were aimed at disarming the clans, but which had proved ineffectual. This time they were determined to get it right, even before the act was in place the Butcher, Cumberland's men set about committing, what, under no uncertain term s would be described nowadays as war crimes.

The 1746 Act set out its intentions in its opening lines: “An act for the more effectual disarming the highlands of Scotland; and for the more effectual securing the peace of the said highlands; and for restraining the use of the highland dress.”

I will return to the wording, but before I do I want to point out that the wearing of tartan was not included in the act, it would have impossible to enforce, tartan back then was more coarse and not the colourful thig it is today, it was the type of cloth that was worn by everyone in the Highlands, including women and children.

That’s not to say it wasn’t targeted, it began to be phased out, returning to the wording here it says

“From and after the first day of August, one thousand seven hundred and forty seven, no Man or Boy, within that part of Great Britain called Scotland, other than such as shall be employed as Officers and Soldiers in His Majesty’s Forces, shall, on any pretence whatsoever wear or put on the Clothes commonly called Highland Clothes (that is to say) the Plaid, Philabeg, or little Kilt, Trowse, Shoulder Belts, or any part whatsoever of what peculiarly belongs to the Highland Garb; and that no Tartan, or party-coloured Plaid or Stuff shall be used for Great Coats, or for Upper Coats; and if any such Person shall presume after the first day of August, to wear or put on the aforesaid Garments, or any part of them, every such Person so offending, being convicted thereof by the Oath of One or more credible Witness or Witnesses before any Court of Justiciary or any one or more Justices of the Peace for the Shire or Stewartry, or Judge Ordinary of the Place where such Offence shall be committed, shall suffer imprisonment, without Bail, during the space of Six Months, and no longer, and that being convicted for a second Offence before a Court of Justiciary, or at the Circuits, shall be liable to be transported to any of His Majesty’s Plantations beyond the Seas, there to remain for the space of Seven Years.”

So while tartan cloth was not banned, any man wearing Highland dress was liable for transportation. It was not tartan they banned as such, it was dressing like a Highlander, a clansperson.

What the Highlanders wore was not a military uniform, the were plaids and kilts , worn for specific purposes – for instance, they served as blankets when men were out on hills and glens tending sheep and cattle. Taking away the right to wear this type of clothing was part of a systematic campaign to clear the people from the highlands.

I would also point out that the clans, or parts of clans who fought against the Jacobites were also hit by the act. There is plenty of evidence that many lowland Scots also wore elements of Highland dress such as coats, so to ban tartan coats was an unthinking swipe against the Hanoverians’ many allies in other parts of Scotland outside the Highlands and Islands.

The part in the act that made exemptions to “ Officers and Soldiers in His Majesty’s Forces “, was a very clever ploy. Cumberland and his fellow generals knew what formidable fighters the clansmen were, so why not use the lure of being able to wear the traditional garb as a recruitment aid?

It is the “disarming” sections of the Act which are truly brutal, and there is evidence that losing the means of defending one’s family drove many Highlanders off their lands, either abroad or often into the Forces.

So the act was repealed in 1782, mostly at the prompting of the Duke of Montrose and the Highland Society of London. But the damage had been done in the 25 years it was in force, and Highland culture, if not Highland dress, was devastated.

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Bluff Cove Lagoon

The Lagoon on our ranch, Bluff Cove, is home to 3,000 Gentoo Penguins, a growing colony of King Penguins, and an abundance of other spectacular wildlife on a beautiful wilderness beach only reached by our 4x4 vehicles. Home-baking and delicious local flavours are served with live music in the Sea Cabbage Café. The Museum tells the story of Bluff Cove. Our award winning tour is a fabulous combination of Falkland wildlife, heritage and hospitality.

Came via cruise ship. Short van ride to the lagoon with highlights and history given by our driver. There were several hundred penguins, more than visitors! There is also a darling tea/coffee shop with home baked treats and a small gift shop. The owners raise sheep and sell tartan plaid shawls, yarn and pillows made from the local wool. A real Brittish experience so close to Argentina!

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PENGUINS. all of them!

(not precisely to scale, but close)

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In 1841, the small town of San Clemente, California found itself at the epicenter of an astonishing event spurred on by a rather unique item - a sheep made of tartan.

The unusual looking sheep was presented to the city by Commodore John D. Sloat, who had recently sailed into the harbor aboard the U.S.S Levant. Legend has it that the sheep, which was particularly American in style, made its way ashore as a bold token of the United States’ claims to California.

When news of the arrival of the American flag and the gift of the sheep spread through San Clemente, local townspeople gathered in the plaza to symbolically raise their own flag that honored the United States. Throughout the last 180 years, this momentous event, often referred to as The Sheep of 1841, has been celebrated and honored. While the exact meaning of the tartan sheep remains somewhat a mystery, many believe the gift of the sheep was a sign of good luck for the future of San Clemente.

This important event not only marked the earliest joined celebration between the United States and California but it also earned San Clemente the nickname of “The Sheep of 1841 Town”. Today, a statue of the sheep stands in front of the city hall and every July 4th the city celebrates the Sheep of 1841 with a large parade.

For San Clemente, the sheep made of tartan will forever remind the city of its very special place in American history.