Emily Belsey

So aparently there are hundreds of men running around in Scotland without a stich of plaid on.

Read the story here.

I’ve always wanted to go to Scotland.  But until I can, going to the annual Scottish Highland Games is enough.  Nothing says “summer” like corned beef, sheepdog competitions, caber tossing, and men in kilts.

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