Around the feast of St. Martin the children of our primary school always do a small procession with lanterns to the nursing home I work in. There they sing a few songs and parts of the legend of St. Martin are acted out.

Afterwards we all meet around a big bonfire.
Since a few years we have a piper who plays there:


This year I was there in my kilt for the first time:


My son was quite sad he didnīt wear his ... I told him that came from wearing trousers!