In the absence of the real thing a girl will have to make do with pictures. So here’s a picture for you (well, me, really): Martin in his Kilt. I really need to get some better ones snapped, though.
And while we’re at it, this is the only digital picture I got around to snapping while we were “up north” – the house peeking into the frame at the right is where his father was from.
Voice on the stereo: Lillebjørn Nilsen – Tanta til Beate
mmm…nothing like a boy in a kilt.
Indeed. And certainly nothing like The Boy in a kilt.