The Highlands May Call Me Back Yet – And Maybe The Kilt!

So, the end of my sojourn in Scotland and the kilt wearing appeared after a wonderful wedding as we saw our youngest bachelor of the group married off.  Just seven of us left now and we are in no hurry!

The secret of the kilt was revealed in ‘not-so-full’ splendour, much to my relief, as we wore traditional wool underpants under the kilt that the groom’s mother dished out after breakfast.  A tad itchy, but no draughts!

Back to London for me, for a couple of meetings before I can retreat to the countryside.  After the glory of the Highlands, (and the kilt!) I find myself staring out of the hotel window upon the lights of the City a little dispassionately.  Having always been a lover of the City lights, this has come as a bit of a revelation for me.  I can feel a small tug for the stark beauty of Scotland and find myself wondering about the distinct possibility of a small place up there for the occasional fulfilment of my odd new yearning.  We will see…

As I prepare for my meetings I am back to my business attire and while I did enjoy the kilt wearing, it was certainly something to be kept for the suitability of the occasion and not something I will be wearing often.  My good, old faithful Double Two shirts are back in the offing and hanging ready for the morning.

Next week I am meeting mother in Harrogate for afternoon tea.  She is a stickler for social appearances, so I had better not let her down with my standards.  When I am not working, I do enjoy casual clothes, but my idea of smart casual is not quite the same as hers – I may have to tap Dad up first to see what frame of mind she is in.  The cheeky side of me wants to wear the kilt, but I daresay I would never be forgiven… watch this space…