Aye its a dreich day ra day an'ats fer sure. As per usual the hardy city fowk are headed in droves fer the hills - ra misty laws a cawin. Now ah ken that up there the weather is naw gonnae be gud infact the yows huv mair sense than they city fowk, the yows are seekin shelter in the glen in the wee gullys, aw the birds are awa hidin fae the drivin wind and rain and the snaw which is awn its way. But they city fowk are a hardy breed, ra weather is nae threat tae them, clad in designer walkin gear they head up intae ra mist wi naw a care in the wurld, I bid them gud day as they pass by oor fairm heided fer the hills, 'nice weather fer ra ducks' I say 'wi snaw awn the way.' Oh yes charming Scottish spring weather they quip and on they go. Spring! aye its spring weather aw richt! Us country fowk are battering doon ra hatches an waiting fer the gales an aw an they numpties are heided tae doom an designer hypothermia, they dinnae gie a shite either, they tend tae think that the muirsheil is close enough tae the toons that wi a wee caw tae the emergency services they will be fine if it comes tae it. I am thinking noo O' they pair rescue boys sat doon the road nice n dry next tae their shiny helicopter at HMS Ganet who will no doubt be cawed upon tae rescue the city numpties later awn the day, when wan O' their kinsfowk phones tae say wee Tarquin husnae come hame!
Seriously dont these utter lunatics see the weather forecast? There should be some law about lunatics and mountains in bad weather, such fools should have to sign a disclaimer saying that their rescue wont be at public expense given that they are willing to put their lives at risk in this way.
