Not that I was watching, you understand, but as I was sitting by my tent warming up some cocoa before retiring I did observe by the light of the moon, a kilted gent wander over to the hedge some little distance away, pick up the corners of the aprons and take them between his teeth, then tuck the fabric of what must have been the under apron pleats left and right under his elbows and proceed with his purpose.

When his hands were free he dropped and smoothed down the under apron then the apron and tried to find his way back to his tent - he being somewhat inebriated this served to amuse me for some minutes.

I believe women have better night vision than men, by the way.

Anne the Pleater :ootd: