My friend and I were walking back to the car after a night out in Harrogate. We bumped into a dozen young ladies who were intrigued by our kilts. As we passed I lifted the back of my kilt and got a cheer. Then one of them called after me, to come back for a photo. She said she was getting married and wanted a photo with both of us - flashing. So we stood each side of her with kilts dutifully lifted to show we had nothing under them. I wonder what the bride groom made of it when the resulting photo was presented at the wedding breakfast.

Previously I'd flashed at a lady in a pub we visit regularly in kilts. We became friends with her and her husband as a result. And her best friend commented on my all-over tan as I lifted my kilt to scratch my bum. She also commented on a spot on my bottom so I guess she was really watching.

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