The original one had mellowed over time with the weight and use and the whole piece had draped forward. This meant that the belt was sitting high in the slots and the top cover actually lay almost flat over the front.
In doing so it totally hid any of the stitching seams of the main bag and kept the contents secure and dry.
The leather was still supple, very 'skin' like feel to it, and it was black. Not black black from dye, but from the natural hide.
The major export from the Highlands for centuries was the trade in black cattle. Small, hardy, good eating and excellent skins, these beasts were walked down the traditional drove roads to Perth, Stirling, Edinburgh and sometimes further south too.
I found Eric's comment about the Canadian possibles pouch to be another fascinating bit of social history
The belt too is another piece.
There's a traditional Gaelic song, from around the time of the sporran, translated now by Roddy MacMillan as, 'I will go'.
Dharma sang it down at Wayland's meet up at Murton recently, and he thought that the words in the chorus might really refer to a small shield, but we pointed out that they were really just his pride in his outfit, that he was going to do something with his life, see the world kind of thing........
"I've a buckle on my belt, a sword in my scabbard,
A red coat on my back and a shilling in my pocket, "
Big metal buckles were 'bling', expensive, not something folks could make for themselves, simple belts such as the one Eric shows are very effective
cheers,
Toddy