In addition to some other wonderful X-Markers at the Harpenden Highland Gathering north of London.

The festival itself was nice, if a bit small and not overwrought with things Scottish (it felt that outside of the pipe bands, the majority of kilted folk were the group from X-Marks).

It was here that I met the man (the Legend?), along with two Davids, a Derrick and a Jed (I should say that aside from Hamish and myself, the others were accompanied by their charming wives. Jed's was even it a 21st Century pin-stripe kilt herself). There were several cameras about, so I'm sure some pictures will be posted soon.

While certainly any man with 63 kilts might be a bit of a story, it is clear that the roots of Hamish's fame and notoriety are not on account of this, but rather his charm and and all-around damn-decentness. None of the fantastic gentlemen I met today had any need to make an out of place American feel so welcome, but they did. I went today to see some sights and meet some fellow X-Markers, but I ended up meeting friends.

I am a happy, happy person tonight. Thanks all.