One of the last Saturdays in November when on my own, because my wife was abroad for business matters, I made a trip to nearby Sweden; to be specific, the city of Malmoe. Dressed in my Mcleod of Harris Ancient casual kilt from Heritage of Scotland I drove off from home, took the tunnel and bridge connecting Denmark with Sweden and less than one hour later I had parked the car.

Malmoe is the third biggest city in Sweden with 270.000 inhabitants and it was my first time to be there kilted.
It was – as usual when in a kilt – a non-event, or rather it almost was. My first impression was that what other people wear is 110 % of nobody’s concern. I visited several shops and I had a lunch at a restaurant. Friendly and professional all the way it was. Nobody seemed to notice my kilt at all.
Then I twice became aware that people were taking pictures of me, and that is very, very seldom. After all, I’m a rather old man. It must have been because of the kilt. The first time was a teenage girl using her mobile phone, the other a man with a professional Canon and with a long tele-lens mounted. I didn’t try to prevent them. Probably it had already been too late and why not let them, should I make them sort of happy this way?
I also got two compliments, one from an elderly (10-15 years younger than me) woman, telling me that I had very nice knees; the other one from a delivery man who said I was wearing a nice kilt.
Finally two Englishmen – or were they Scots? – asked me if I was Scottish. They were on the outlook for a Scottish pub, they said, and if I knew of where to find one. I couldn’t help them, however, neither in being Scottish, nor knowing anything about such pub.

I returned to my car and went home.

Greg

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