Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 17:43:58 -0800
From: Homer's Odyssey <oremond@earthlink.net>
Subject: tramp in scotland - 6

Wallace Monument and Fort George

Hey Dudes,

Just a couple of things.  I've received a lot of mail about this series.
Thanks for all of your kind thoughts.  If you want to keep in touch it's
"Homer's Odyssey"  oremond@earthlink.net

One thing though,  I do not open attachments and the Unicode binary thing
doesn't work on my computer.  I do appreciate comments and when they
are plain  E-Mails, I always answer them.

There are some dudes out there who have helped me write this story.
Thanks Lance, Joel and Jason.  My Scottish editor deserves special
thanks; Norman, I couldn't do it without you!  Also, all of you uncut
dudes deserve mention.  Thanks, to all!

This Chapter has some hot parts that are with some fictitious Scottish
soldiers.  I don't think there are more gay Scottish soldiers than there
are percentage wise in the U.K. or any other country;  but this story
portrays some heavy MxM sex in an un-named Scottish  Regiment.  Don't try
to figure it out.  I've  changed names places and all of that.  So, dream
on, sit back, unzip and enjoy.

Here goes!

Our last day with Hal and Jules was pretty calm as they were busy
breaking in the new staff, and I do mean breaking in.  There was party
time after the dinner things had been put away.  We dropped in and
watched Hal go down on one of the guys and Jules got his butt fucked by
an English teenager with one of the biggest cocks I'd seen in a long
time.  The other two guys were 69ing on the floor.  Hans and I got
invited to get into the action, but Hans gave a definite no.  He did get
me down on one of the couches and sucked my cock.  I still had my jeans
around my ankles and I could see that Hans was getting hot too, so when,
 he took me by the hand, I pulled up my jeans and there was no protest
from me when  we went up to our room.

We kissed  a lot and Hans rubbed our cocks together until we both came.
After we cleaned up, we spooned with Hans in front my cock pressed
against the crack of his butt.

Next morning, a bleary eyed "staff"  served breakfast and it wasn't
long before Hal had the station wagon out and we headed for Fort George.
I was anxious to get there as there was a celebration for one of the
Artillery Regiments on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.  My Grand Da (that's
Grandfather to you Uncut dudes) had been attached to the Regiment during
World War II and the celebration was in  honor of those in the Regiment
who had been killed during some battle or other.

I had written to the Colonel in Charge of the Regiment, telling him about
my Grand Da, and he had replied telling me too present myself in time for
the World War II celebration.  The Colonel said that he was a Lieutenant
with my Grandfather and wanted to have me shown around the Fort and stay
there during the celebration.

Hal drove us on the A9 to Inverness and then on the A96 to Fort George.
When we got there, Hal parked in a large parking lot behind the row of
Barracks and next to some store shops and a museum.  Hal had to leave
right away, but it was a cool thing that he did driving us to Fort
George.  After we had unloaded our back packs, Hal hugged us and gave us
each a long kiss and pinched my ass before he drove away.

We checked in at the Commandant's Office and were introduced to the
Governor and Colonel.  The Colonel repeated that he had known my
Grandfather and wanted to do anything he could for me.  That included
enlisting me into the Regiment if possible.  (Uncut dudes, I almost shit my
jeans!  Of course the benefits of all those gorgeous soldiers in kilts made
me think twice!)  But, I kept my head (that's the one on my shoulders,
uncut dudes, not the one on my cock) and promised myself not to sign any
thing while I was at the Fort.

Hey, uncut dudes,  do you know that the Gordon Highlanders Regiment is
called the Gay Gordon's?  It's because they prefer peat (Pete,) to
Heather  Most likely it's the Pete, Peters.  Does that make any sense at
all?  Forgive me, I am only a hot 6 1/2 inch cut cutie.  Let's get back
to the fucking story.

The Colonel sid that, because of the celebration, bedroom space was
short, but we could share sleeping accommodations with our assigned
guides for the weekend.  Two very proper soldiers in kilts were standing
at attention at one side.  The Colonel introduced us to Malcolm and
Andrew.  Both were wearing  the Regimental plaid for their kilts.  Share
accommodations!  Woe, just what I needed  with a jealous Hans turning
green whenever I looked at another guy!

Malcolm was 22 and was a great looking black Scott, black hair,
pale skin with ruddy cheeks. He was about 5 foot, 8 inches tall.  Andrew
was 21, about my height, 5 foot, 10 inches tall.  He was blond with a
smooth ivory face.  They were gorgeous in their uniforms and when we were
close they smelled of heather and male musk

We left the Colonel's office and went with the two kilted guides to one
of the Barracks where they lived.  As we walked Andrew told us that there
would be about two thousand Highland Soldiers there for the Celebration.
Since Fort George was primarily an Artillery barracks,  we should be
prepared for a lot of blank gunfire.  (That's canons going off without
projectiles.  Uncut dudes that's like shooting  your wad without the
wad.  You make noises but no juice!)

Hans was, as usual, nervous and boisterous.  Suddenly he got behind
Andrew, lifted his kilt to see what Andrew was wearing under it.  Both he
and Andrew got very red and Hans said loudly that Andrew was, bare ass
under the kilt!  I tried to apologize, but Malcolm said. not to worry,
and he lifted his own kilt to show a great uncut cock and a pair of
hanging balls.  Andrew and Malcolm said they had seen us kissing the guy
who brought us, so they figured that we all were  going to get along
together just fine.

We climbed a flight of stairs with our gear and Hans kept lifting
Andrew's kilt saying  "He's bare ass! He's bare ass!"  We were going to
share a room with 5 single beds.  Andrew and Malcolm pushed two sets of
the beds together and Andrew said "It's more fun when the beds are next
to each other, and its a signal that we don't want company!"   Well, I
wondered, how was this going to sort out?  I would have to talk to Hans
about who was going to sleep with whom.  After all, Hans and I were
guests and the guides should have the say as to where we all slept!  Oh,
Boy! I thought. "I'm  about to be unfaithful!  It really doesn't count,
though, as Hans had  been unfaithful to me the night before last.  Here I
was, making plans and maybe the guys weren't even into it.  But, Andrew
did have a tent in the front of his kilt and he was holding the kilt down
whenever Hans tried to pull it up.  Malcolm was sitting on one of the
pushed together beds saying "I want the big one! I want the big one with
the big cock!"

The guys showed us around the Fort and the artillery museum.  There were
a lot of cannons and artillery pieces.  Some dudes were standing around
in costumes that portrayed old time artillery men.  These guys answered
questions and showed how some of the equipment worked.  (It would have
been a bore to you uncut dudes.  All of the cannons had clear muzzles,
just like cut cocks.  Most of the muzzles had a ring around the tip and
looked just like they were cut cocks.)  Some of the dudes who were
explaining about the cannons would look around once in a while and when
it was just us, they would talk about how far they could shoot and
we could have a demonstration if we wanted.  Andrew and Malcolm were
always right there, and would say "sorry mate, these two are taken!"
Sometimes the dudes in kilts would flip the front of their kilt and show
us that they had no underwear and did have hardons.  it was all very
discreet and very horny.  I was getting hard and Andrew was enjoying
brushing up against my ass and groping my crotch.  When we left the
museum, I was ready to pull Andrew into one of the alcoves and go at it
right then.

As it was,  Andrew and Malcolm took us to the Governor's  mansion, and
showed us the bedrooms where the big shots were going to stay on Friday
and Saturday nights.  The bedrooms were pretty plush, but not as cozy as
the one that Hans and I were going to  share with Andrew and Malcolm.
Our room had a little kitchen,small toilet  and shower in a separate
alcove.

The big shots included a General, a couple of Lords and their Ladies, and
the Fort Commandant, my friend  the Colonel and his wife.  The fancy
rooms all had their own bathrooms, and there was a system for ringing the
soldier on duty if any of the big shots wanted anything.  There were
kilted soldiers everywhere.  There was a big banquet hall and ball room.
(Uncut dudes,  a ball room is for dancing not for playing with your
balls)

Malcolm had a little car and after our tour, he took me out to get some
fish and chips along with eight bottles of ale.  16 oz.  bottles, they
were.  While we were driving back to the barracks, Malcolm asked me, if
Hans and I were really gay!  He said Andrew had the hots for me, and he,
Malcolm wanted to get it on with Hans, if we were gay.  Malcolm said he
really wanted to get fucked by a big stud like Hans.  I assured him that
we were gay, but, that there was a problem of Hans being very possessive
 of me.  Malcolm thought he could handle that, and not to worry.  He said
that about half of the soldiers who would participate in the celebration
were gay and he thought he could keep Hans busy fucking him.  Then he
groped me and said "That's for Andrew!".  I lifted his kilt and stroked
his hard uncut cock until I felt precum on my hand.  (Hey uncut dudes,
there is a sort of purse hanging in front when a kilt is worn.  Its
called a sporran and the Scots   have a dance called the Sporran dance.
Stiff Prick Or  Rigid Rod And  Nude.  When the Sporran dances, it is the
uncut cocks that are hard and dancing.

When we got to the barracks room Hans and Andrew were sitting on opposite
beds, just looking at each other.  We all ate except Hans who was
guzzling the ale.  He finished five bottles, so Malcolm and I went out
for more.  This time Malcolm unzipped my jeans and stroked me all the way
to the store and back.  I was holding on to his cock that was exposed in
the front of his Kilt.  When we got to the parking lot of the barracks,
 we clinched and held a deep kiss, for a long time.  He was one hot
Scottish soldier.  If he went to Hans tonight, Hans was one lucky dude.

However, when we got up to the room, there was Hans passed out cold and
Andrew sitting on a bed looking disgusted.  Andrew and Hans
were completely naked.  We tried waking Hans, but he just wasn't  going
to come around. Malcolm and I got naked in a hurry and joined Andrew  on
the bed.

They asked me what turned me on, and I said I was game for anything they
liked to do.  Andrew said we should start with a sucking daisy chain.
His cock was hard and ready.  He was 7 inches  and uncut.  I licked the
underside of his cock and the head pressed out of the sheath.  He tasted
 like male sweat and bath soap.  (For fuck sake, uncut dudes, not Irish
Spring!  It was some sort of heather smelling soap).  Malcolm took my
cock and licked and sucked it.  Andrew buried his head in Malcolm's
crotch and began to deep throat Malcolm.  Andrew mumbled that the first
one who came was going to have to take him up their ass.  Both Andrew's
and Malcolm's cocks were uncut, and working the foreskins with my tongue
was wild. As we sucked we began to have precum  and smelled of male
sweat!  I tasted the cheese beneath Andrew's foreskin.  As Malcolm
started sucking faster and faster, I felt my cock get slippery with his
saliva.  With each lick and suck I gave Andrew, he seemed to suck harder
on Malcolm.  I felt Malcolm's bod stiffen and then he shouted "Oh shit,
Oh shit!  I'm coming!  I'm coming!"  I managed to hold my load for a
while longer before Andrew pumped into my mouth.  What a feeling and then
I shot my own load.  Almost all of the cum was swallowed and then we
started hugging buts and smelling and rimming ass holes.

It took a while, but we were soon at it again.  Andrew said that he
should fuck Malcolm first and at the same time I should fuck him.  He
laughed, saying that they fucked each other every night, before going to
sleep.  Sometimes they had guests, but they both liked fucking each
other, the best.  They were "Mates"!

Andrew had me lie on my back while he rode my cock.  At the same time
Malcolm got on top of me resting on his hands and knees and pointed his
ass hole at Andrew's  cock.   Andrew pushed  forward and put his cock up
Malcolm's exposed ass.  Andrew was partially  on his knees, so he levered
up and down on my cock, while he pushed in and out of Malcolm.  it was a
three way to  beat  all three ways.  While Andrew was riding my hard
cock, and pumping Malcolm, he was stroking Malcolm's cock and foreskin.
We were all three connected  and the pleasure was from cock to ass hole,
on to cock and ass hole and then to cock.  It got wild and the rhythm got
faster and faster.  Andrew was moaning and I was saying "Oh yeah!  Oh
yeah! Ride me Dude!  Ride me baby!"  The cum started shooting out of
Malcolm's cock onto my chest and neck.  My cum was leaking out of
Andrew's ass, and his cum was leaking out of Malcolm's ass onto my
pubes.  He  was shooting cum deep into  Malcolm's ass.  Malcolm leaned
over and started sucking face with me and using his tongue to get at my
tonsils. It was so Good!  I wanted it to go on forever!

It took a while for us to come down from the fucking high, but when we
did, I thought, what a shit I was.  Hans was still out on another bed and
I had just had wild sex with two other hot Scottish dudes.   The sex was
fantastic, but I felt guilty as hell.  I could hardly believe that I had
encouraged and let it happen.  I had a lot of self justification, but
when it came right down to it,  I loved it and had encouraged it to
happen.

We showered and I told the guys that I had better get in the bed with
Hans so when he woke, I would be with him.  Malcolm and Andrew agreed and
got into bed together and spooned it.  I felt lonely hearing them make
slow easy love in their pushed together beds.  I snuggled up to Hans and
smelled the fumes of the ale he had poured into himself.  I felt sorry
for myself.  Why?  Then, I drifted off to the moans and groans of Malcolm
and Andrew.

Just before dawn in the morning, I felt Hans stir and then he crawled out
of bed to take a piss. I did the same and we both went back to bed, where
Hans started caressing me.  I moaned and he started rubbing our cocks
together.  His cock was very hard and when he was ready, he came all over
us.  I didn't come at first, I don't know why, but I didn't.  Hans asked
me why, and he redoubled his efforts and began to suck me.  That did it,
and I came into his mouth.  He was so good at licking and sucking that
there was never any doubt of him getting  me off.

Malcolm and Andrew were showering again and putting on their kilt
uniforms.  There was no talk of the night before and Hans not only looked
hung over but sheepish as well.  But,  he said nothing about his drinking
and passing out.

The celebration included a tattoo. It was modeled on the famous tattoo at
the Castle in Edinburgh.  the Edinburgh tattoo is held during
the Edinburgh Festival in October.

Malcolm was to act as an usher for the parade of bagpipes and bagpipe
playing, that afternoon.  Andrew actually played a bagpipe in the
Regimental  parade.  There were over a hundred pipers and another hundred
fife and drum players.  That evening the guys were to serve at the fancy
banquet for the mucky mucks.  (That's big shots, for you uncut dudes.)

The afternoon parade and cannon salutes were awesome!   Every time the
Bagpipes would begin a march,  It would send shivers down my spine.  The
music did things to me that made me want to cry.  The tramping of boots
and the pipe music must have called to all of the Scots over the world
wherever they are.

That evening  Hans and I got to peek into the dining hall and watched the
serving and heard the Regimental band play flute and trumpet music for
the dinner.  The dinner was late, starting at about 9 PM and going on
long after midnight.  There was a different wine with each food course
and most courses were piped into the hall.  Andrew piped the main course
all by himself.  How my beautiful Scot strutted his ass!  There was a
Grilled Salmon course,a ceremonial Haggis, Roast Beef (that's the one
Andrew piped in), Rack of Lamb, Baked Potatoes Stuffed with Cheese and
chopped Bacon, a Mixed Vegetable Compote, Flaming Brandied Plum pudding.
Malcolm was one of four servers for the Haggis and the four servers did a
sword dance after the serving.  I swear I got a glimpse of some cock when
Malcolm twirled around the swords.  There were heaps of food and there
were eight large Haggis.

Hans and I were not able to stay for the whole dinner, but we gawked at
the amount of food and wine.  Most of the men wore uniforms with kilts.
The women wore long dresses with sashes draped over one shoulder.  The
men and some of the women wore small medals on their left breasts.  This
was Friday and things were going to get a lot more formal on Saturday.
In the afternoon there was to be a Fort parade of two Highland Regiments,
some Highland games, and an evening gun salute with fireworks.  An
evening tattoo was to close out the celebration.  After the tattoo there
was to be a buffet for the fort George officers and their guests from the
night before.

While we were peeking at the sit down dinner on Friday,  Malcolm noticed
us and got Hans and me large plates of roast beef sandwiches.  There was
cheese on the plate and he found an almost full bottle of wine for us.
We took the food back to our bed room and devoured it.

While we were eating, Hans opened up and told me that he didn't know why,
but he had known that he was drinking too much the night before.  He
said, he got  nervous around other good looking guys.  He thought, that
maybe it made him drink to cover the nervousness. I told him that I loved
him and he was the best looking dude in the Fort.  I was feeling guilty
as hell, but, he kept telling me he wasn't worthy of me.  He kept going
on about how he didn't  deserve me and he thought he should go back
to Germany.  I got a bit pissed and asked him if I was still his lover
boy.  I told him that if he went back to Germany I sure could find
someone else to tramp with.  I even said that I didn't have to look very
far to find hot dudes to have sex with.  And, maybe I could find a cute
Scottish soldier I could fuck.  I certainly wasn't getting any fucking,
not even a hot bottom.  He started to cry and then I started in also.  He
said, he was so, sorry and he didn't want to go back to Germany, but he
thought he wasn't prepared to have a love affair with another guy.  He
said, he wanted to have kids someday and he didn't want to mess up his
chances by getting AIDS or some other venereal disease.  All I could
think to do was pull him close and start caressing him while I slowly
undressed him.  We started kissing and I told him that I didn't want him
to go back to Germany, and we had a couple of weeks before we both had to
go home.

He pulled our naked bods together and whispered in my ear, that he would
let me fuck him if I wanted.  Then I really felt guilty.  I told him.  I
wanted him and needed him whether we fucked or not.  He positioned me so
that my cock rubbed between his thick sturdy thighs.  Guilty or not, I
got off on it, and pumped cum between his thighs.  After I had finished I
told him to fuck me, but he only put his big hard cock between my thighs
and dry fucked me that way.  We were face to face and Hans was supporting
his beautiful naked body slightly on his hands and knees.  When I had
rubbed between his thighs I was pressed against his back and ass.  When
he did it to me we were face to face and kissing deeply.  When he came he
rolled over and pulled us together on our sides, where we slept.  I heard
the guys come in later.  They were quiet, but I heard them getting it on,
and the last thing I heard, was Malcolm saying, "fuck me deeper, Andrew!"

Next morning Andrew and Malcolm surprised us, with a kilt and jacket for
each of us.  They  had borrowed a complete outfit for both of us.  We had
boots, stockings.and khaki caps to go with the kilts.  (Yes, uncut dudes,
No underwear, though).  The Colonel had put them up to it and I thought
it was great.  They had to look for a large kilt for Hans, and they had
found one that had fit pretty well.  It was a little large and I kept
threatening to pull it down or lift it up to expose Hans' cock and
balls.  "Now we'll see who is bare ass!" I said.  Malcolm and Andrew got
into the spirit and the three of us chased Hans around the grounds,
trying to pull up his kilt or pull it off of him.  Before it was over,
about 20 kilted soldiers had Hans cornered in some woods that screened us
from view.  Hans gave up his kilt and the guys took turns stroking his
rampant cock.  He didn't struggle too much and while he was getting
stroked by a hot young soldier in a kilt, the others formed a circle,
Jacking one another and shooting and coming  all over Hans.  As they shot
they shouted "Welcome  to the Regiment!" and "Scotland Forever!"  Hans
shot a load that was awesome and the young soldier who had been jacking
him, went down on Hans and took Hans'  cum in his mouth.   There was a
water faucet nearby and everyone rinsed off, especially Hans.

The afternoon started with a formation parade.  There were about 500
Artillery soldiers and they marched with the bagpipes, fifes and drums.
The parade lasted about an hour and then they had the Highland games.
There were: wrestling,  throwing the stone, tossing the caber (uncut
dudes, that's a large pole like a telephone pole that a dude picks up by
one end and tosses it as far as he can.) and various foot races.  there
were team races to see who could put an artillery piece into action the
vastest.  Malcolm and Andrew got Hans to try tossing the caber and
throwing  the stone.  He did not do well, but he blamed it on not wearing
underwear!  That got a big laugh.  There was a sort of picnic banquet at
dusk for everyone and then the final parade began.

The bagpipes were skirling and the drums were beating.  Andrew had his
hand up my borrowed kilt and was gently playing with my cock and balls in
the dark.  Torches were lit around the parade field and the soldiers
marched to a formation where the General presented trophies and medals
for the games.  Finally, like in Edinburgh, a lone piper played from the
main tower of the Fort.  Andrew and  I drifted back into the darkness
where we found a niche in the Fort wall and pressed our bods together,
lifting our kilts to press our naked cocks and balls together. We were
sucking face like there was no tomorrow. and tears were streaming down
our faces.  We disregarded the fireworks except to see by their light
quite a few soldiers 69ing and fucking on the grass.  Andrew wanted to be
fucked standing up and surprised me by taking some lube out of his
Sporran and spreading it on my cock.  I felt my shaft enter him and began
a slow thrusting and pulling away from his hot ass hole.  When I was
about to come I got him to shift around and do me.  It felt so fucking
good.  I almost wanted to enlist if I could stay with Andrew,
fucking like this every night.  He kept sliding over my  prostate and I
was dripping precum into his hand that was jacking me.  We sank to the
grass and got into a 69 position where we shot wad after wad.

After the fireworks, there were volleys and  volleys of cannon fire and
then a trumpet fanfare,  ending the day

Andrew and I went back to the banquet hall where we found Hans and
Malcolm  with shit eating grins spread on their faces.  The four of us
helped with the buffet for the mucky mucks and since we were in kilts of
the Regiment, no one took notice unless we spoke.  I had my American
accent and Hans would come out with his German one, once in a while.  The
guests danced highland reels in the ball room until well after
midnight.   We helped the  guys clean up from the buffet and after the
dancing started, we watched from the big kitchen doorway.  The cooks were
given a round of applause and the servers were each presented with a 10
pound tip.  The party wound up quickly, and after giving the place a
final check our group  of four were joined by four of Andrew's and
Malcolm's friends.  We all went to the guys bedroom.  The four friends
were hot dudes. Two blonds, one brown haired, and one  other black Scot
 like Malcolm.  They ranged in size from 5 foot 8 inches to 6 feet.  As
we stripped they were all uncut.  Trim well sculpted bods with good
shoulders and bubble asses.  The two blond ones Jock and Alain, got in
bed with Malcolm and Andrew and the other two, Geoff and David,  got on
the outside of Hans and me.  We were all butt naked and since the beds
were narrow we pushed the 5th bed between the two other sets and had a 5
bed row all pushed together.

Hans was not pleased, but when the two of us were sandwiched in the
middle of Geoff and David he calmed down a little.  I was facing Hans and
Geoff was poking his hard 7 inch cock in my ass crack.  My boner was
between Hans' thighs and Dave's cock was rubbing my boner from the
other back side of Hans.  We all started rubbing in and out of our
squeezing thighs and I felt the naked bods of Hans and Geoff melt into my
flesh.  Another naked  bod pressed against mine always turned me on
totally.  With Hans' big hard on between my thighs and Geoff shifting to
the crack of my ass, it was fuck heaven.  Geoff shifted his attention
from the crack to my ass hole.  Slowly he pushed into the tight hole
opening it slowly.  When he slipped over my glory nut, I jerked and
almost came.  He reached his left arm over me and started playing with
Hans' and my balls.  Dave  was grunting and I could feel Hans getting hot
every time Dave would stroke in and out of Hans' thighs.  The other dudes
were doing a four daisy chain 69.  It was so great but finally we shot
our wads and fell asleep in each others arms.  Hans kissed me and said
"Was it good for you?"  The three others in our group said "Yeah, and
lets do it again in the morning!"

On Sunday morning, early, we changed around with the guys on the ends,
switching so that a different guy was poking me and I met my partner of
last night between Hans' thighs. It was a little tight, having eight guys
getting it on in 5 beds, but we were hot and we hung on to each other.
There was a line up for the shower, and lots of grab ass and grabbing of
cocks.  Finally the 8 of us soaped the cum off of our bods and we got
dressed.

Hans and I  kissed Malcolm and Andrew for long passionate time.  The
others joined in kissing Hans and me,  and told us that if we ever came
back, they would be ready for action!  We added all of their addresses to
our address books, and said to count on our coming back.

When I went down to thank the Colonel, he asked me if Hans and I were
going to enlist in the Regiment.  I put him off and said maybe after our
tramp I would get back to him.  (Uncut dudes, there was no way that I
would let myself become subject to military  authority.  I liked the
Regiment and the hot dudes and I would miss the sex, but I liked my
freedom and had places to go.)   I had told the Colonel I was going on to
Aberdeen for the next part of our tramp,  and he had a military lorry
going to Aberdeen that afternoon and they would give us a ride if we
wanted.  I said yes, and thanked him again for a wonderful weekend.  He
told me that he wished he had more time to spend with me, but he wanted
Hans and me to take our kilts with us.   Wow!  I still have mine with me
in the mountains of California.  Whenever I hear the bagpipes skirling I
put it on and think of joining the Regiment.

That's it for now, dudes, and I'll pick up on the way to
Aberdeen!

Bind Hmer