Scottish Word: Fyke.
I’ve goan ahn volunteered for the green-hoose re-pottin night-shift cause it’s usually restful. An noo ah’ve got the mither o aw fykie mithers eyeballin me through the glaiss yagimentin at my potting on o her wee … Continue reading Fyke.
Scottish Word: Faw.
Sorry pal ah dinni want tae be fykerie. But yer no actually fleein – yir in free fa. Ahn you are fa’n fast cos ahm having tae flee doonwards like buggery tae keep up. Dinni worry … Continue reading Faw.
“Weel done Cutty-sark!” Excerpt from the poem: “…But here my Muse her wing maun couer; Sic flights are far beyond her pow’r; To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), … Continue reading Cutty-sark.