Overcast with showers .....

12th August 2023 (Saturday)      09.30 .... It was overcast when I went for the

paper (on the bike) but we have light rain just now.    (I arrived back at Ivy just as the rain started).  The light rain is forecast to move away,  leaving  KY9 with sunny spells, and a scattering of showers, in the afternoon.   I began the morning with a migraine (weather) so this will be a ‘rest morning’;  the intention being to go out again later in the afternoon.

20.30   The weather turned out as predicted and we enjoyed a warm and mostly sunny afternoon.   I didnae go out on the bike in the afternoon;  I became absorbed with the drawing in the afternoon: That and doing Sudoku’s.    A migraine first thing in the morning is a nuisance for the rest of the day;  that said.... I’ll be ‘bright eyed and bushy tailed’ tomorrow.   I always am after a migraine day;  so bring on tomorrow.

The Women’s UCI World Championship Road Race is tomorrow so I will have that to watch intermittently.   The race finishes with six laps round the City of Glasgow circuit.   Tomorrow is the final day.

Robbie Shepherd of ‘Take the Floor’ fame died, a few days ago and his funeral Service was held in Echt Parish Church yesterday.   Robbie was born  and ‘brought up’ in Dunecht and attended the primary school there.  We used to go to spend a couple of weeks at Dunecht where ‘Auntie Jean’ (Bruce) was the Headmistress.   My abiding memory of Robbie is him playing the ‘moothie’ on the way home from Aberdeen on the Dunecht bus, after Auntie Jean and I had been to the theatre.   My grandparents (Bruce) are buried in Echt cemetery.

Robbie was a great supporter of the Doric dialect so I will finish this update with the first verse of........

                        ‘It wisnae his wyte’...by Charles Murray.

It wisnae his wyte he wiz beddit sae late

An him wi’ sae muckle tae dee,

He’d the rubbits tae feed an’ the fulpie tae kame

an’ the hens tae hish intae the ree;

The mason’s mear syne he set up in the closs

an’ coupit the ladle fu’ keen,

an’ roon the ruck foun’s wi’ the lave o’ the loons

Played “Takie” by licht o’ the meen.

Syne he rypit his pooches an’ coontit’ his bools,

The reid-cheekit pitcher an’ a’,

Took the yirlin’s fower eggs fae his bonnet, an’ fegs,

When gorbell’t they’re fykie tae blaw;

But furth cam’ his mither an’ cried on him in,

Tho’ sairly he priggit to wait –

“There’ll be nae wird o’ this in the mornin, ma laad” –

But it wisnae his wyte he wiz late.

 

.... and there’s anither five verses.