There is a strange silence that follows when something doesn't quite work. Not failure. Not disaster. Just... not quite right. It is an odd feeling because, on paper, everything happened exactly as it was meant to. People turned up. The stories were told. The route was walked. The history was shared. There were smiles, laughter, questions and conversations. If someone had asked me at the end whether the tour had been successful, I would probably have answered, "Yes." And yet, as storytellers...

There are few sounds in this world that can stop me in my tracks quite like the skirl of the pipes. It doesn't matter whether I'm standing in a Scottish glen, walking through a Canadian fairground, or hearing them drift across a parking lot on a windy afternoon. The moment those notes rise into the air, something ancient stirs. It reaches beyond memory and beyond geography. It calls to something deeper. Recently, I had the pleasure of attending the Moncton Highland Games. Now, if you were...

Taken by my glorious wife during the Calgary Medieval Faire 2021(See I'm not kidding) There is a peculiar moment that comes at the end of every great event. Not during the final performance. Not after the last cheer. Not even when the final announcement echoes across the grounds. It comes later. When the voice goes quiet. A few weeks ago, the Millarville Medieval Faire and Artisan Market drew to a close after another magnificent weekend. For three glorious days I had the privilege of serving...