My Dad LOVED the pipes.
Once, when he and Mom were vacationing in London, he convinced to to get on a train and go all the way to Edinburgh, sit up on a freezing cold stone castle battlement, and listen to pipers deep into the cold Arctic Night!
I’m not Scottish, but I love the pipes. They speak to me in a way that I can’t describe. My husband has visited Scotland three times, and I expect that he will do so many more.