Day 231: Wee Dog

Today the weather is worthy of Edinburgh in August.  Just the same humid/cold/sunny/rainy quality.  So not entirely surprised to hear bagpipes.  But geographically confused, as this is Hertfordshire not Scotland.  I then turn a corner to come across Big Rory, an eight foot Highlander, and Ochie, his dog - both of whom are taking part in the St Albans festival.  (Not entirely sure what the St Albans festival is about - but today the offerings are diverse.  Various religious groups canvassing in the town centre (songs, leaflets and free healing), plus some very large plastic flowers (about as high as lamp posts - in fact, probably lamp posts in flower costumes), and then Big Rory and Ochie.  Who are definitely the highlight for me.) 

The photo does not show the full detail of Ochie's costume, which includes a very big fur fabric penis and ball bag.  Which is obviously hilarious but also practical, as it accommodates a bladder full of 'wee'.  Ochie rolls on the floor, mutely inviting passersby to pat him, and then lets fly with the 'wee' which arcs high and wide, catching all in its path.  Shrieks and mirth in the shopping centre. 

Big Rory.  Wee Ochie. 

Happy Saturday, everybody.