[Richard Morris was the eldest of ten children, seven of whom were boys, none named in the memoir]

We also had visits from the Tinky Pipers, who marched in their Scottish costumes up and down the street, while one of their number went round the doors with a hat. In this respect, it is interesting that one of my brothers who joined the Black Watch, and served in France with the regiment, got to know some of these Tinky Pipers very well. They couldn’t play pipe music from a score, or sheet, but they used to stand in at practice sessions listening intently to the trained regimental pipers, and so learn the tunes off by heart, and “very good pipers they were” he said.