As the old man sits with his afternoon tea.  Pipe tightly between teeth, he nods off.
Dreams flood over his old bones of the moors
The moors of his childhood.  Happy days with his family.  The sounds of his youth good and bad
The soulful sound of pipes move his dream along.  First a grand memory, dressed in his uniform teasing that beautiful red hair lass.
A smile breaks free as his pipe falls to his lap.