Returning from a trip to Hamelin Bay- a
sandy cove which seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see - we
settled into our chairs on the shady deck at the back of the house
with a cold libation.
Suddenly we heard someone playing the pipes –
Scotland the Brave, Amazing Grace and a variety of other marches that
I couldn't name. Clearly another displaced Jock – marching up and
down in his back garden getting in a bit of practice.
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