It's a bit of a cheek to offer congratulations since I've only been wearing a kilt since late January, but congratulations!

My experience was urban rather than rural.

I ordered my kilt from the lovely Highland Store in Great Russell Street in Bloomsbury, West End of London. I went there to pick it up, wearing my hose and the sporran in a carrier bag. I tried the kilt on and put on (after some discussion) the matching flashes (which I now learn are not necessary). I was asked if I'd like to continue wearing it? (I got the impression that happens quite a lot). As I intended, I agreed. So I walked out a new kilted man and walked round the British Museum and then down to Charing Cross station, where I took the train to London Bridge, changed to East Croydon and then changed to South Croydon.

This was a very busy urban journey.

Nobody, but nobody, made any comment whatsoever until I came to leave the train at South Croydon, when some guy complimented me.

We have tickets later this year for the Royal Opera Covent Garden doing Rossini's La donna del largo (The Lady of the Lake) based on Walter Scott's poem and set on the banks of Loch Katrine. I'm looking forward to wearing my kilt then.