Bagpipes and beer

Mitchells brewery originated close to where I grew up in the Garden Route. There was something interesting about coming across Scottish pipers in front of this outlet at the Waterfront in Cape Town. The sound of bagpipes immediately takes me to Edinburgh, normally bidding a farewell to my sister at Waverley station, but this time I was in the warm sunshine. Today was spent with the family in the city bowl where my family patiently tolerated my Cape Union Mart fix and in search of the worlds best ice cream, Unframed at 11pm.