I was out and about in the centre of London doing the tourist thing, which is of course walking around, fighting my way though millions of tourists and taking in all those amazing and beautiful historic sites. It had been a freezing cold day, but the buzz of seeing all those famous places, meant I barely noticed the weather, that was until the next day when I woke up with a cold from hell.
I had just been for a wee walk along the South Bank of the Thames, when I heard the unmistakable screech of the bagpipes and the heart warming sound of Scotland right in the heart of London. I instantly recognised the tune, “Scotland the Brave”‘. As I listened to that beautiful old tune, I almost instantly felt home sick. It had been over a year since I had left my friends, family and the city I love Aberdeen, to go on my adventures to Barbados and now I had somehow ended up in the Big Smoke.
As I walked along Westminster Bridge I eventually came across a bonnie looking fellow Scottish Patriot, who was dressed in the Full Highland Outfit and blasting out those pipes with great pride. I of course stopped to listen for a few minutes and in the process, nearly getting myself trampled to death by a large group of speeding Japanese tourists.
I willingly dropped a pound into his case, only after I had got my money’s worth! I am a true Scotsman after all. I couldn’t help but notice that this fine Scottish piper was making a blinking fortune from his busking endeavours and deservedly so. Maybe I need to get myself down to the centre of London and start singing a few old Scottish tunes and see if I can make myself a few extra bob. Maybe not, I would probably end up in the Tower of London for the disturbance that I would be causing with my terrible singing voice.
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