sheepdogs still welcome in pubs round here!
went to sheep competition a fortnight ago, well, actually, we just went to the shop adjacent to where it was being held, but hey ho, the bairns weans wanted to see the fecking sheep, so i took the girls along.
everyone knew one another.
i felt like we were from another planet.
until one of the young farmers, only 9-years-old himself, who did very well in the comp, went up to DD1 and said, 'well, aren't you a bonnie lass? i'm angus ----. what are you called?' so she went all pink and whispered her name and said she was from a village closer to 'toon', well, the closest thing to a toon for about 100 miles around.
wow! you'd have thought she said she came from London!
mmmm, pie supper. some folks call them bridies.
i like a scotch pie myself.
can make them fairly well now.