Shallowford Presbyterian Youth

Well after many long hours of traveling, we have finally arrived in Perth. It wasn't quite like the airport scene from Home Alone, but the transfer in London certainly was not as smooth as it could have been. The nice young ladies at the customs clearance were convinced that we were a traveling show choir that was in their country to make money. I think we fooled them with the snazzy, professional looking t-shirts we were all wearing.
Eventually, we all made it to the gate for our flight to Glasgow with at least 15 minutes to spare. After just a very short flight, we were greeted there by a charming, kilted man who directed us to baggage claim where every single one of our bags were waiting! Well except for parts of the cross and candle stand, but supposedly those will be shipped to us tomorrow.



The double decker bus is surprisingly roomy, with plenty of storage space for both us and our luggage, at least for now. Despite the Scotland drizzle, we walked around downtown Glasgow just long enough to find out you don't go to Scotland to get good pizza, to exchange money, and to practice looking the "wrong way" first before crossing the street. After that it was back on the bus for the hour plus ride to Perth. Along the way the kids got to see the first glimpses of the real Scotland we have come to love. Rolling green hills, windmills, sheep-filled pastures, and round-a-bouts.




We were pleasantly surprised to arrive in Perth to a car park full of people waving banners and signs as if Justin Bieber had just rolled into town, and we were even serenaded by our very own bag piper. There was lots of energy and enthusiasm as families cramped into Scottish sized cars, suitcases and all.


Tomorrow, we tour Scone Palace in the morning, and then we switch gears slightly and begin rehearsing for our first concert of the tour at Kinnoull Parish Church in Perth. It's been a long 36 hours but we are ready to finally settle into some sort of routine. Ride. Eat. Sing.