Tauld Currant Bun burning me peepers out gitten me auld ganzie washed only wore it 10 years, make hay whilst t sun shines says I, better double up on't woad diven wan a catch a cauld does we.
Frank
PS sorry to all the gran-ma police but tauld folk round ere knows what I say.
I'm always tempted by Dahlias, Verd, but can't be doing with the lifting and storing. I'm too lazy
Not a bad morning here, but rain forecast for later so I should get out and do summat if the old bones can stand it. I missed the glorious weather yesterday as I was away from half six in morning till about half seven at night. Beautiful moon again last night though
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Hi Joyce, indeed it is in answer to your question. The Herring boats followed the shoals down the East Coast and were followed by the Herring Girls mainly Scottish. By all accounts it was a gay old time in all the local ports as they moved from place to place. The Silver Darlings were meant to be the fish although methinks more went on than I was told. The Ganzie was choice of wear for those hardy fishermen as it covered their upper body and was virtually water proof, Originating from Guernsey although the fisher lasses would knit in their spare time and in winter as a lad out would come the Ganzie and off we would go skating on the frozen water meadows. We had an area called little Scotland, families came down to work at ICI and so we mixed probably just the same as those fisher lassies did right up to and sometime after the WW2. Thus the Ganzie became a must probably as with the Hoody today a show of oneness. Met some Shetland Girls when stationed in Troon, they were down on holiday and boy could they dance, a few broken hearts when their holiday ended.
Frank.
Verdun That my Dear Boy is true henglish has she is spoke.
Long before your time I would think Joyce 1947, we were practicing landings on Arran much to the annoyance of the locals. Troon was our stay over before heading to the Trossachs climbing and blowing trees up then on to Stirling. We went into Ayr most nights there was a large dance hall and plenty of girls to dance with. We being very young and fit, a broken heart would mend as soon as we reached the next dance hall. After all the climbing swimming and beach landings they sent me to the biggest beach of them all in the Middle East. Such is life Joyce, always had a soft spot for the Scottish Girls though.
Really hot here in Stockton clear blue skies, I think a shady sit in the garden when it is too warm to work.
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Tauld Currant Bun burning me peepers out gitten me auld ganzie washed only wore it 10 years, make hay whilst t sun shines says I, better double up on't woad diven wan a catch a cauld does we.
Frank
PS sorry to all the gran-ma police but tauld folk round ere knows what I say.
Me again Frank. . . . . in the Shetland Islands, a ganzie is a woollen jumper. . . . . . same thing in your neck of the woods?
I'm always tempted by Dahlias, Verd, but can't be doing with the lifting and storing. I'm too lazy
Not a bad morning here, but rain forecast for later so I should get out and do summat if the old bones can stand it. I missed the glorious weather yesterday as I was away from half six in morning till about half seven at night. Beautiful moon again last night though
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Hi Joyce, indeed it is in answer to your question. The Herring boats followed the shoals down the East Coast and were followed by the Herring Girls mainly Scottish. By all accounts it was a gay old time in all the local ports as they moved from place to place. The Silver Darlings were meant to be the fish although methinks more went on than I was told. The Ganzie was choice of wear for those hardy fishermen as it covered their upper body and was virtually water proof, Originating from Guernsey although the fisher lasses would knit in their spare time and in winter as a lad out would come the Ganzie and off we would go skating on the frozen water meadows. We had an area called little Scotland, families came down to work at ICI and so we mixed probably just the same as those fisher lassies did right up to and sometime after the WW2. Thus the Ganzie became a must probably as with the Hoody today a show of oneness. Met some Shetland Girls when stationed in Troon, they were down on holiday and boy could they dance, a few broken hearts when their holiday ended.
Frank.
Verdun That my Dear Boy is true henglish has she is spoke.
Frank, when were you stationed at Troon? Out at Dundonald camp maybe?
I taught in Troon and live 20 mins away.
Long before your time I would think Joyce 1947, we were practicing landings on Arran much to the annoyance of the locals. Troon was our stay over before heading to the Trossachs climbing and blowing trees up then on to Stirling. We went into Ayr most nights there was a large dance hall and plenty of girls to dance with. We being very young and fit, a broken heart would mend as soon as we reached the next dance hall. After all the climbing swimming and beach landings they sent me to the biggest beach of them all in the Middle East. Such is life Joyce, always had a soft spot for the Scottish Girls though.
Really hot here in Stockton clear blue skies, I think a shady sit in the garden when it is too warm to work.
Frank.
I was just a nipper then, Frank living in Oban. Moved here 49 years ago from Colchester. . . . was missing the hills and the sea.
The sun came out but rain is forecast for later today.
Overcast and still, but the sun has been seen today and will return I am sure. Certainly cooler and the evenings are drawing in here.