THE CLAN

Tartan, the legendary Scottish tartan, was the banner of the Moismont clan. On a striped flag floating in the clouds, a royal blue met shades of English greens, punctuated by fine lines of Windsor yellow. On the windows of a cottage,neo-liberty curtains revived the sleepy winter garden.

THE HIGHLANDS

Carried away by the wind waltz, I crossed the verdant plateau of the Highlands. Looking for somewhere to take shelter, the giant rocks with their eternal moss served as a refuge. From my basket protruded a thermos dressed in a landscape colour tartan, made up of Highland green, slate blue and stormy grey. The Highlands horizon appeared to me like a weave unfolding to infinity, running down wild hillsides, revealing dense forests and skidding on frozen lakes.

THE SUPPORTERS

The village football team was about to play its first match of the season. The striped flags, scarves and shirts dotted the edge of the pitch with strength and contrast. Bright reds met energetic fuchsias, nations blues mingled with earthy browns. The local youngsters sang with fervour the eternal melodies that unite and celebrate the Moismont clan. the edge of the pitch with strength and contrast. Bright reds met energetic fuchsias, nations blues mingled with earthy browns. The local youngsters sang with fervour the eternal melodies that unite and celebrate the Moismont clan.