I too am a firm supporter of the Kilties, in war or peace. On the peace side, when I was a kid in Whitley Bay, in the fifties, summer seemed to start as crowds waited in the Panama Dip. The skirl (only word) of the pipes caused high excitement as they started from the carpark a short distance away. Innocent, post war days, it heralded the music and dancing that always reminds me of the season, and of being young enough to have no worries beyond the purchase-time of the next ice-cream...
Tony. (sad-old-weepy-git-smilie)