The Scottish Tour: Castles, Kids, and Chaos
The April 2026 presentation tour kicked off at Abernethy Primary in Scotland, where I reconnected with the students through a mix of inspiring stories, leadership lessons, and trying to remember how to pronounce local town names.
The tour then rolled through St. Ninian’s School and Riverside Primary in Perth. Because the kids apparently couldn’t get enough of me (or I just left my jacket behind), I ended up doing double headers at both Abernethy and Riverside.
The Highlights:
Abernethy Primary (Round 2): Took the older students outside for a team-building session. Thankfully, the Scottish weather cooperated, and nobody got lost in the Highlands.
Riverside Primary (Round 2): Ran a high-energy team-building workshop with the legendary P6R class.
The Ultimate VIP Experience: I had the absolute privilege of entertaining the special needs students with stories and music.
The Rock Star and the Ginger Shadow
I was playing a few songs for the special needs group at Riverside, and I ended up meeting my newest, most intense fan.
His name is Mason—a young autistic boy with a mane of long, wavy, fire-red hair. Mason decided that standard audience seating was for amateurs. He pulled up a chair and sat as physically close to me as humanly possible, stopping just short of crawling into my guitar hole. With every single strum, he was utterly mesmerized by the sounds, the singing, and the vibrations.
Honestly, if you don’t have a tiny, ginger Scottish kid effectively storming the stage to join the band, are you even really touring?
Edinburgh: Back to Hogwarts (Again)
Next up, I was back at George Heriot’s School—otherwise known as the literal blueprint for Hogwarts—for the ninth time. Clearly, they haven’t figured out how to change the locks yet.
This time, I shook things up a bit and entertained three classes with some live music. But right before I sneaked into Hogwarts, I had an interview at Fettes College—another incredibly stunning school that I’m trying to pitch for a presentation this November.
My goal is to successfully infiltrate every castle-like school in Scotland before they realize I don’t actually know any magic spells.
SWEDEN: Meatballs, Massage, and Mayhem
Stockholm was beautiful, incredibly clean, and so safe it felt like the entire city had been bubble-wrapped. It also has approximately seven billion bicycles. We spent hours wandering around Gamla Stan (the Old Town), navigating narrow, cobblestone alleys filled with stunning architecture and the mandatory tourist traps selling plastic Viking helmets.
Speaking of Vikings, we checked out the Vasa Museum to see a massive, 17th-century warship that famously sank 20 minutes into its maiden voyage (relatable content, honestly). We also took a boat ride to the ABBA Museum, because you can’t visit Sweden without paying respects to the gods of disco.
Naturally, we had to do the ultimate Swedish duo: meatballs and a massage. I decided to fully commit to the local wildlife and ordered a drink with a moose meatball in it, paired with a plate of reindeer meatballs. Rudolph was delicious.
Then, there was Heather. Heather decided to turn Stockholm into an extreme sport.
Exhibit A: She left her entire bag—complete with her passport—at the Vasa Museum. Thankfully, a saint of a Good Samaritan tracked us down and returned it.
Exhibit B: Literally hours later, Heather bit into a strip of bacon with the force of a thousand suns and broke her tooth.
Nothing says “world traveler” quite like a brush with international identity theft and emergency dental work in the span of an afternoon.
The British International School of Stockholm
Despite Heather’s best efforts to get deported or starved of solid foods, the presentations at the British International School went incredibly well. I spoke to the older kids at one campus and entertained the younger crew with my guitar at the second location.
A Note from the Prime Minister (No, Really)
Out of absolutely nowhere, I received an official letter from Prime Minister Carney, commending me on my Kids 4 Kids leadership talks. I’m not going to lie, when I saw the return address, I assumed it was either a tax audit or I was accidentally being drafted.
Instead, it was a massive dose of motivation. If the leader of the country thinks these leadership talks are a good idea, who am I to argue? This is exactly the fuel I needed to start hunting down more schools to visit.
Next stop on the world tour? Annecy, France this November. Watch out, Europe—the Prime Minister vouched for me.
