I am currently reading Crowdie and Cream by Finlay MacDonald where he describes his upbringing on the Isle of Harris between the wars. His neatly phrased observations are a delight -
Now the wearing of the kilt was a legal offence for only a very short while after the Battle of Culloden, and it is, in fact, a very practicable garment at the right time and in the right place. Even the Prince of Wales wears it as a gesture to his Scottish ancestry whenever he ventures north of the Caledonian Canal. But it is not, as some people in the Home Counties seem to think, the daily wear of the crofters and lobster fishermen of the Outer Hebrides, and when genteel tourists from England wear it on their occasional forays north it does not help them to blend into the local community which is, presumably, their heart's desire; it tends rather to signal them out as hitch-hikers or Americans or worse...
Being from Chapter 14.
Regrettably too many wear the accoutrements of Scottish history without bothering to know the reality of that history...