Who drank from this delicate glass?

My first house hunting field trip took me east and north through the Sidlaw Hills, the Mearns and beyond coming back across the foot of the Angus Glens, (that is the glens/steep valleys of Angus not the the hereditary and entirely fictitious settlers of Angus, the Glens as in, ‘Aye, that’ll be the Angus Glens up to their old tricks, a-thieving and a-rieving. But fair play to them, did they not get a laddie burled up on the moon?’)*

It was a long day and I saw many signs of preparation for new power lines, Balfour Beatty signs pointing up lanes and trackways.

Anyway, that glass. Who, when and on what occasion?


*Not the moon but into earth’s orbit if anyone wants to split hairs, and spelt with two ‘n’s.