Crossing the main street to reach my truck I was approached by an elderly man who crossed the street and headed right for me.

Seeing me kilted he asked if I was Scottish. His lovely accent told me in the first sentence that he certainly was.

Long story short, this man from Skye, once caretaker of Dunvegan Castle, schooled in Paisley and able to recite from memory quite a number of Rabbie Burns poems, this man when he spoke of his homeland had tears in his eyes.

He is travelling Australia, just him and his dog, I gave him a card and invited him to stay with us a while. Hope I see him again.

What wonderful people one meets through wearing a kilt! (makes up for all the idiots that taunt one).