Last Sunday we were invited to join some friends of ours at the Scottish Festival about 30 miles away from home. It was an amazing day. I have never seen so many splendid kilts outside of Scotland and this is one of the many endearing sights that we saw, a wee Scottish lad twirling to his heart's content.
O wad some power the giftie gie us, to see oursel's as others see us.
O Life! how pleasant is thy morning,
Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
We frisk away,
Like schoolboys at th' expected warning,
To joy and play.
Never let your feet run faster than your shoes.....
because he is still twirling.....
and twirling and twirling..........and what a joy it was to see.