Weir

Sae, it luiks as tho the Weir has finally taen til hit's wark. Burds, bogs, and sunsheen are finndin thay'r maist walcome. It hed begoud tae luik lik Wunter wasnae gaun til gie it up! Cauld it was, owre lang.

Bit noo it's bonnie an aa. Lat is be sae. An whan the Simmer comes, we'll hae a het twa three month, bit the noo we've the Weir tae enjoy. Tho, A canna bit say, A'm luikin forrit tae the hairst! Whit can A say? I luve it.