"Mountainy man"! Last time I heard that was on RTE about forty years ago, either "The Year of the French" or maybe "The Irish RM". Anyway, many years ago, when I was by no means the retired scholar, aesthete, and widely acknowledged expert on every subject under the Sun that I now claim to be, I encountered a Character, a fairly close relative of Bigfoot, in the wilds of Argyle. As part of a research project, I had to collate data from several sources at frequent intervals, and for the purpose was living in a former bothy. Whin bushes and twisted thorn trees grew for miles around. On the second evening, there came a heavy rap at the door; in lurched MacBigfit. "Therr's gaunae be a hoose-party owre the way, roun' aboot hauf seven, bit o' drinkin', bit o' smoke, bit o' ROCK&ROLL, some wild sex, maybe a bit o' fightin' an' yellin', come on over." All it lacked was a little card on a silver tray. So I asked, politely, whether there were any "Dress Code", would "Smart-Casual" be acceptable?
"Doesn't matter; only gaunae be me an' you therr..."