by Bochan Mor » Fri Mar 25, 2005 1:54 pm
Hoots a this nonsense in Trumpton, Crofter turning against Crofter. It's long past time to check the lead content in the water supply.
Is this really one of the Carradale Goats? I thought us Bochans had seen them off in the mid -70s.
Does this mean the self imposed exile amongst the great unwashed in Scoraig and Airds Wood has been absolutely futile, with one of the bearded Point dwellers surviving?
Beware the Ghost Rock, the Gallach Plotach on still nights at Portrigh Bay, the Spoot Wood when your half jaked, even the scouders as they rise from their depths with the burning. Its time for the horses heads to come out the shed. The rivalry of the old clans remain as always, but remember, they once all stood together on the quay as crofter-fishermen. They offered a strong hand to each other as the boats came together, and it time that they did again!
What ever happened to Gorten Jockey & Gorten Hare? Have you even heard of them? Hopefully they are still lying peacefully amongst the Campbells & weathered stones where they drifted in at Waterfoot?
The odour of the approaching flock through the heather on the point as you made for Ginny's Cove was far from pleasant. However, talking of 'Tor Mor', maybe this fellow came 'doon fae the dam'. The old folks used to whisper of one solitary beast that lurked in the bracken. Only one man witnessed the site and smell, and legend has it he never returned to the village.
Sadly too much water has passed under Dippen Bridge, and the gentle people are mostly now lying together in peace at Brackley.
It's no longer the village that we & they all knew & loved.
Bochan Mor (Son of Bochan Morar)
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