God was sitting with His Archangel Gabriel detailing what He would bless each country with.
When He came to Scotland He waxed on lyrical about beautiful green valleys, steep glens, breathtaking views over the Loch's.
After a while Gabriel interrupted Him saying, 'Is this not far more beauty than apportioned to other countries, my Lord, such an over abundance of beauty, perhaps?'
God hesitated, then replied, "Ah yes, well then. I haven't told who their neighbours are going to be yet, have I ?"
