Imagine this tale being told by John Laurie (Private Fraser in Dad's Army) :BigGrin: Last weekend, the weatherman told us "west is best - go as far as west as you can for the sun!" So we were off, as far west as you can go in fact on the UK mainland, to Ardnamurchan. We camped for one night by Loch Moidart, just along the shore from Castle Tioram. We were watching a glorious sunset, not a soul around, when a figure came into view striding purposefully across the beach towards the distant waterline. He was dressed in a kilt, carrying a rucksack. I trained my binoculars on him, and as he arrived at the water's edge he unpacked his sack. I thought he was getting a tripod out to catch the sunset, but no, he was unpacking a set of bagpipes. I thought for a minute that his piping may have been so bad he had been banished from his home to practise as far away as he could. But not at all. He started a series of quite haunting laments, and played for about 15 minutes as the sun died. Then he moved to the castle. I lost sight of him as he fell into the dark shade of the castle, and a short time later, the pipes started once again, echoing from the castle walls. Another few laments followed. I watched for him coming back along the road from the castle to offer our appreciation for what had been a quite eerie surreal experience, but he didn't show....... so we toasted him in his absence with a fine single malt!! A few photos below: 1: The piper at the water edge, far right. 2 and 3. Shots with the long lens .... and one more shot below of the sunset at Loch Moidart, taken just before he arrived.