As I wandered thru a Scottish valley with heathered heaths on either side, I heard an eerie echo in the distance from the Lowther hills by the river Clyde.. a haunting melody from the Highlands, not that too far away, I longed to see this vision and watch this piper play
So I veered off my course and headed for this Scottish sound, stepping thru the purple heather with the Skylarks all around..I knew I was getting closer, I could hear louder bagpipes bellow so hopefully beyond the shadey nook then I should espy this Celtic fellow.. well after I ascended to the top of a hillock I was exhausted from my climb but just below me in a nearby copse was a sight of Scottish sublime
There the burly, beefcake built piper stood with his musical instrument on a tilt, the bellows bulging underneath his left arm as he marched in his tartan kilt, playing “Auld lang syne” like I had never heard before..when he stopped to have a breather, I yelled out for an encore..what an absolute amazing wonderment I was fortunate to see, an actual Celtic Scotsman who played his ballads just for me..
When he saw my pleasure and I asked him politely “Could you please play more?” he turned to where I was and marched to meet me with vigour..I loved the way his kilt swayed from side-to-side to the rhythm of his beat, and as he marched his music filled my senses, I just couldn’t stop my feet.. I tapped along in perfect timing to his gaelic bagpipe tune..my brilliant Scottish stroll with my astonishing golden chance of opportune