The weather was so nice this weekend I decided to wear my Cilt all the time come what may. We just bought a digital camera so the wife and I did some experimenting with it. Some pictures attached .. thanks to Joe for reminding me of the address codes. Last night my pal called around with his dog and we decided to go for a pint to this quaint little pub about 15min drive away up in the forestry. The pub was reasonably full and I went in to order the beers. As soon as I entered I was immediately confronted by a semi drunk farmer sat at the bar. His age .. 60's. He gave me one big stare and than said ‘Look! A man in a skirt!’. I looked him straight in the eye and with a smile told him at least to get it correct ... its a Welsh skirt… and considering he was wearing a Brains Welsh Brewery tee shirt he should know better. The girl behind the bar said ..'nice one'. He did go on a little longer as I was being served and at one point he called it a kilt, to which I congratulated him by saying 'at last I got the correct word out of you, there is hope''. He didn't annoy me one bit and I rather enjoyed it really. As it happened we got into quite a conversation about ‘steam fairs’ the second time I went back in to get some more beers. He’s off to the Dorset steam fair in a week or two. He actually left the pub as we were sitting outside and came and seen my pals dog. He simply then said nice to meet you all, and then went on his way.


Derek