One of the groups with a table was the Rochester Scottish Heritage Society. I didn't know the group existed, so we stopped by and had a lovely chat with one of the men at the table. He actually knew what I was talking about when I mentioned a Burns poem that provided a cat I had long ago (Seamus T. Ferlie - James the Wonder).
There's only a nominal fee to join. Hmmm.
My mother was from Scotland, and I know the clan to which we belong - MacMillan. According to Ancestry (at least according to their latest assessment of the DNA sample I submitted, I'm 54% Scottish and 29% Irish. I did make that vegetarian haggis, after all!
I had been part of the Irish Singers Sessions (pre-Covid) and had been doing Irish songs, but why not Scottish ones? And I was a professional storyteller - why not Scottish tales? I certainly would not make it as a bagpiper, but why not a Scottish folk singer and storyteller? A bard and a seanchaidh.
Certainly worth mulling over.
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