The Gathering 2009 at Holyrood Park
Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 10:31 am
I have just returned south after The Gathering at Holyrood Park in Edinburgh and, knowing that those of you who weren’t there are keen for information, I thought I would give a very brief posting. I have returned to a mountain of work so will need to wait a few days before giving a longer one.
Our tour party had a great time. Mother, despite being ill with bronchitis, organised a delicious lunch at Bachuil on the Thursday. Duncan and Ann Livingstone, Duncan’s sister Margaret MacDonald and John and Dorothy Livingstone joined our house party to help entertain our visitors.
Many of you will know of the late Rob Livingston who started our DNA project. His brother Mark, and Mark’s two sons Cody & Jesse came over from California. Cousin Bob from New Jersey was due to come but was not able to make it at the last minute but his relatives, James and Eileen Livingstone and Marie Dickerson managed to come over. Very sadly on the Monday night, Marie fell, broke her wrist and damaged the other elbow so had to return home before even getting to Lismore.
Well, first of all it was a very ambitious project and, in my opinuon, a wonderful idea. As with all big projects some things went wrong and this did cause a great deal of frustration and, to be honest, many of the Chiefs were very angry. However, on the Saturday the sun shone and we had a glorious day. There was certainly a great deal to see and do and I have the impression that most people really enjoyed themselves.
Incredibly there were 90 full three feather Chiefs there and many more two feather chieftains, as well as numerous armigers wearing one feather (something I had never seen before). Most of us had Golden Eagle feathers and we probably looked a very cocky lot! I am afraid that we were rather on duty all Saturday morning, being mustered here and there to meet Righ nan Eilean and his Ban Righ. As the communication was not all it could be, I found the whole thing quite stressful and exhausting at times. As a result regrettably I was not able to talk to many of the people I wanted to. For instance, I had so looked forward to meeting Jill Richmond, but it was so fleeting and frustrating not to have had the opportunity to do much more than say hello.
I think the publicity surrounding the event was very poor as most people who found our tent had, I think, come via this website. Nevertheless one or two did find us including one serving officer just returned from Iraq.
Tommy Livingstone was there with his extended family and had a few of his prize winning sticks for sale. They were much admired. He generously gave me a beauty!
On Saturday evening we gathered for the parade up the Royal Mile from the Palace of Holyrood to the Castle. After a long wait we moved off, with James “Titch” Livingstone as my Banner Bearer. As we turned the corner onto the Royal Mile we were greatly surprised by the vast numbers lining the streets. Well, I have to tell you that my clan are a noisy and rumbustious lot. James and Tommy were acting as cheerleaders, winding the crowd up so we were cheared very loudly all the way up. At one point I made the mistake of looking behind to find that the prettiest girls in the crowd were literally being swept off their feet by Tommy (Seargent at Arms) Livingstone, Jesse and Cody and carried off horizontally for a few yards until a prettier one came along. Towards the top I saw my daughters watching so gave them an extravagant bow and flourish of my bonnet, ordering James to dip my Banner in salute. Well that wasn’t enough for my sisters Deirdre and Morag who dragged them out to join us, much to their embarassment! The parade was the highlight of the event.
Having spoken to many Chiefs I think that we all felt rather humbled by the enthusiasm of our kinsmen. I am reminded of this poem.
My humility is equal to my pride.
My arrogance and obedience on one great music ride.
I told Jamie, Lord Sempill, the event originator and organiser, and Malcolm, The Earl of Caithness, the Convenor of the Standing Council of Scottish Chiefs, that despite everything I felt a fair assessment was a 7/10. Yes, there are many lessons to be learnt. In the main they are easily rectified so the next event, and I think there will be one, should be even better.
Our party alone must have taken hundreds, if not thousands, of photos so hopefully some will appear on the gallery.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
St Moluag, pray for us
Niall Bachuil
Our tour party had a great time. Mother, despite being ill with bronchitis, organised a delicious lunch at Bachuil on the Thursday. Duncan and Ann Livingstone, Duncan’s sister Margaret MacDonald and John and Dorothy Livingstone joined our house party to help entertain our visitors.
Many of you will know of the late Rob Livingston who started our DNA project. His brother Mark, and Mark’s two sons Cody & Jesse came over from California. Cousin Bob from New Jersey was due to come but was not able to make it at the last minute but his relatives, James and Eileen Livingstone and Marie Dickerson managed to come over. Very sadly on the Monday night, Marie fell, broke her wrist and damaged the other elbow so had to return home before even getting to Lismore.
Well, first of all it was a very ambitious project and, in my opinuon, a wonderful idea. As with all big projects some things went wrong and this did cause a great deal of frustration and, to be honest, many of the Chiefs were very angry. However, on the Saturday the sun shone and we had a glorious day. There was certainly a great deal to see and do and I have the impression that most people really enjoyed themselves.
Incredibly there were 90 full three feather Chiefs there and many more two feather chieftains, as well as numerous armigers wearing one feather (something I had never seen before). Most of us had Golden Eagle feathers and we probably looked a very cocky lot! I am afraid that we were rather on duty all Saturday morning, being mustered here and there to meet Righ nan Eilean and his Ban Righ. As the communication was not all it could be, I found the whole thing quite stressful and exhausting at times. As a result regrettably I was not able to talk to many of the people I wanted to. For instance, I had so looked forward to meeting Jill Richmond, but it was so fleeting and frustrating not to have had the opportunity to do much more than say hello.
I think the publicity surrounding the event was very poor as most people who found our tent had, I think, come via this website. Nevertheless one or two did find us including one serving officer just returned from Iraq.
Tommy Livingstone was there with his extended family and had a few of his prize winning sticks for sale. They were much admired. He generously gave me a beauty!
On Saturday evening we gathered for the parade up the Royal Mile from the Palace of Holyrood to the Castle. After a long wait we moved off, with James “Titch” Livingstone as my Banner Bearer. As we turned the corner onto the Royal Mile we were greatly surprised by the vast numbers lining the streets. Well, I have to tell you that my clan are a noisy and rumbustious lot. James and Tommy were acting as cheerleaders, winding the crowd up so we were cheared very loudly all the way up. At one point I made the mistake of looking behind to find that the prettiest girls in the crowd were literally being swept off their feet by Tommy (Seargent at Arms) Livingstone, Jesse and Cody and carried off horizontally for a few yards until a prettier one came along. Towards the top I saw my daughters watching so gave them an extravagant bow and flourish of my bonnet, ordering James to dip my Banner in salute. Well that wasn’t enough for my sisters Deirdre and Morag who dragged them out to join us, much to their embarassment! The parade was the highlight of the event.
Having spoken to many Chiefs I think that we all felt rather humbled by the enthusiasm of our kinsmen. I am reminded of this poem.
My humility is equal to my pride.
My arrogance and obedience on one great music ride.
I told Jamie, Lord Sempill, the event originator and organiser, and Malcolm, The Earl of Caithness, the Convenor of the Standing Council of Scottish Chiefs, that despite everything I felt a fair assessment was a 7/10. Yes, there are many lessons to be learnt. In the main they are easily rectified so the next event, and I think there will be one, should be even better.
Our party alone must have taken hundreds, if not thousands, of photos so hopefully some will appear on the gallery.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
St Moluag, pray for us
Niall Bachuil