The Perennial Question

Perish the thought that any amongst you might have wondered what a Scotsman wears under his kilt.
For any that did, this is the moment of truth, brought to you courtesy of a stiff easterly breeze up the Mound and the model's jacksie this morning.

Lo and behold, it is parcel tape, easy to apply but the very devil to take off and likely to bring tears to the eyes of the most courageous of men.

His Lordship and I were in town for early shopping before going to see granddaughter Imogen and the rest of year 7 at Sciennes Primary school leaving school for the last time. It is a tradition that they exit the playground through an avenue of pupils and parents to much clapping and cheering, their sweatshirts adorned with class mates' signatures.
Not a dry eye in the house!