Pug and Bag Pipes

We live across the street from a Church.

Every now and then, I hear Bag Pipes.

To me they are both eerie and beautiful.

They give me goosebumps and make me feel sad all at once.

Tonight while taking Crockett for a walk, a car pulled

up and asked me where the Church was.

By the time our walk got Crockett and I close to the church,

 I could hear the Bag Pipes.

The musician was standing in front of a side entrance

that had a busy stream of sweet old men in kilts

and their dolled up wives going in.

I made eye contact with a lady and asked her, very politely

and with sensitivity, if the pipes were being played

for a funeral service.

She giggled & said no, it was for a party.

I googled the chruch & they were having an event this evening.

A St. Andrew's Society Ceilidh.

Click HERE for Wilikpedia's definition of a Ceilidh.

I posted a photo of the Church from in front of our door

on my Project 365 for today.

Here is a small bit of footage I took

as Crockett seemed to be dancing a jig to the music.