He’s queeryin, whilst takin parteecular note o us wearin waders, if we’re bein willfully thrawart in no seein the watter. He’ll gie us that it’s crystal clear but denying watter’s there ataw he taks as bein … Continue reading Thrawart.
Ye can gaird yer bonnie reid balloon as hard as ye like Elsie but ye ken yon pawkie brither o yoors is gonna burst it. He aye does. Ahn no pop gun, superstrengthened spring or no, … Continue reading Gaird.
“Och ye puir thing, yer no able tae mak oot the screivins oan the sign, an the grund’s aw stoory an scrochen cos o drooth. But hae nae fear, the watter hole’s thon wye.” Translate: scrochen, … Continue reading Scrochen.