Billy Connolly's World Tour of Scotland

Taking an idiosyncratic journey through his homeland, Billy Connolly sets out on a new six-part series during which he stops off in the evenings to perform in venues ranging from the big city theatres of Glasgow and Edinburgh to isolated village halls.

Tonight, in the second part of Billy Connolly 's idiosyncratic journey, the comedian stops off at the Clyde shipyards and recalls life there as a welder's apprentice. On his way to perform in Stirling he points out Bannockburn, site of a battle between the Scots and the English. After the show he heads for Scone Palace and the Forth Road Bridge.

Tonight, in the third part of Billy Connolly 's idiosyncratic journey, the comedian visits Perthshire and Inverness. He explores the frozen wastelands of Loch Garry , goes salmon fishing on the river Oich and makes a pilgrimage to Culloden Moor, the legendary battlefield where, on a single day in 1746, the English slaughtered thousands of Scots. This pacy tour presents Scotland at its most beautiful and dramatic and shows Connolly, at work and at play, in his native land.

In the fourth part of his idiosyncratic journey, the comedian visits Wick, Orkney, Shetland and Aberdeen. He negotiates the treacherous Whallagoe Steps and contemplates standing stones before returning to the urban normality of Aberdeen's hazardous roads.

In the penultimate part of his idiosyncratic journey, the comedian visits Dundee, Arbroath and Kelso. With a blizzard raging he recites William T McGonagall 's poem on the Tay Bridge Disaster; he makes a pilgrimage to the site of his lost virginity - now underneath a garage in the coastal town of Arbroath and departs for the Borders where he is beguiled by the tranquil beauty of Kelso.

On the final stage of his tour, Connolly reaches Edinburgh. Here he reminisces about a Festival appearance somewhat earlier in his career when he queued in the rain to perform a brief "trailer" for his show. Queuing behind him was a musician protecting his violin under his arm. His name was Yehudi Menuhin. Musing on the dour Scottish philosophy of "Thou shalt not" - this, he points out, is a country where the men wear skirts and no knickers - Connolly tours Edinburgh castle, spits on the Heart of Midlothian, visits the underground street of Mary King 's Close and eventually arrives at the Usher Hall, the night's venue.