Okay, I was wrong. It was the Loch Lomond Garden Centre we were going to and there was all sorts happening. Lassies doing Highland dance, singers, folk walking around with trays of free mince pies (the Christms kind, not mince as in beef) and mulled wine, bargains, merriment, meeting folk I know and cuppas and cake with the girls and my folks who were there as well.
There was an after hours visit to the bird of prey centre which is in the garden centre complex and had stayed open to let us be scared by some very large and awake owls and a huge grumpy eagle, then there were fireworks. We came home with a bag of tinsel (guess the colours) and other nonsense.
What a lovely way to spend an evening.