He strolls the salty seashore with his bagpipes in his hand..far away from his native Scottish borders and his rolling hilly land..and he blows on his reed as his lungs expand whilst he walks with gusto kicking up the sand..

Melodious music fills the chilly air.. as passerby’s stop to soak up the ambience from yon bagpiper that is there..even the Guillemots and the Kittiwakes breeze in to stare..as the morning sunrise shimmers on the sea glistening glimmers everywhere..

But Oh what a wonderful Scottish sound.. on the coastal shores as it reverberates all around.. echoing amidst the sandy dunes with Sandpipers picking off the ground.. this Piperman is like a fish out of the water and a rarity to be found..