I think the strangest place I found a busker, well it was not strange at all really, for it was exactly the right place. A piper in the Pass Of Glencoe, in The Highlands of Scotland.

Well in the lay-by at the side of the road. There must have been more than one, for there seemed to be one playing all the times we went past. I think they must do pretty well there but it must be a little chilly standing there all day in a kilt?

But in all truth, it did sound pretty damn good in that setting.