Every now and then, in a lay-by not far from our place, we see a chap in a kilt playing the bagpipes. He parks his car, takes out the pipes and gives them an airing amid the constant roar of the A38.
He's being considerate I suppose, although I like the pipes myself. As far as I'm concerned he can parade up and down our street with them. Stirring stuff that would be.
Maybe he's a beginner though.