The Piper at the Gates

We were sitting in Egham, drinking coffee when I heard the faintest of sounds in the distance - I had to take a look.

There was a Scottish wedding at the church and the sound was the skirl of the bagpipes, rising and falling on the breeze, calling out;

There is clearly a lively Scottish community locally because last year the same thing happened, only that time the pipes were calling out laments for a funeral.

Today was a happier occasion; guests making their way in, past a couple of (slightly embarrassed) young lads at the door in full highland outfit.

Sometimes the unexpected pleasures are the best.

Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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