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At Mr Ben I found a kilt jacket I quite like: Harris tweed, nice grey satin lining, probably from the late forties, early fifties. I found a nice brown leather pre-war sporran as well, but it needs some repair work.
To celebrate those great finds – and because I haven’t had any whisky on this trip yet – I’m now at The Pot Still enjoying a pre lunch dram: a Royal Salute 21 years old.
Ceilidh chaos at Sloans.
Checked in at Euro Hostel Glasgow to freshen up a bit and change into my kilt. This time again, there was a little present waiting for me in my room: Irn-Bru to battle the hangovers, and some funny kilt socks. Not to be worn with a kilt. 🙂
While I’m packing for my next Scottish adventure, here’s another photo of kilted me. This one was taken during the Highland games at Hoeilaart (I’m the guy on the right, obviously).
Unlike Highland games in Scotland and the rest of the world, in most Highland games in Belgium the contestants are competing in teams, or ‘clans’ as they like to call them… Here, the Tug o’ War is not a separate competition, but rather one of the most important events of the Highland Games.
The next photo – the one I’m using as my profile picture here on Tumblr – was taken during my first visit to Scotland, to Edinburgh. I didn’t wear my kilt as consistently as I do now when I visit Scotland, but I did wear it on the day I went hunting for a nice kilt jacket – successfully, as you can see. On the same day I visited nearby Craigmillar Castle, the perfect setting for some photos.
