After donning the sporran and the boots over the polycotton kilt, to venture out in public briefly to post some letters this morning, it felt like being back home within a few minutes, kilted up with nowhere to go and being a dry mild morning I wandered back outside with my morning mug of coffee. The garden was looking untidy. When I finish this coffee, I'll just get the claw and knock out a couple of weeds. Then I decided I could do a bit more with the hoe. It developed into a full blown impromptu and spontaneous gardening session right through till lunchtime. Chatted to my neighbour and then to the window cleaner who called round and neither commented on the kilt, as though it was normal gardening attire. The kilt picked up a few plant burrs among the bushes, which didn't cling to the polycotton as much as they would with a proper wool kilt. The extra inch length compared to my dressy kilts proved more modest for the bending tasks involved. There's just no limit to the versatility of kilts for all purposes.