Today I dragged my lovely man out in the cold air, crunching across a frosty field to see our local Pictish stone. Known as the Balluderon stone, St Martin’s stone or Martin’s Stane this is said to be the site where a local hero avenged the death of his lover by slaying the dragon who killed her. There were nine maidens and their father who lived at Pitempton farm. He sent a daughter out to fetch water from.a well and when she didn’t return he sent another and another until all nine maidens had been sent. Martin, a young blacksmith and lover of one of the daughters found that a dragon from the well had eaten all of the maidens and he chased the dragon around Dundee.
The saying goes:
‘Tempted at Pitempton,
Draigled at Baldragon
Stricken at Strathmartine
And killed at Martin’s stane.’
Each of these are places names around Dundee. I have ties to Pitempton through my grandfather and great grandfather who ran Pitempton farm many years ago. So for me not only was this a fascinating link to history but also a connection to my ancestors. I took home a piece of natural quartz from the field and will set it on my ancestors altar.
Family is a big thing for me right now, with my brother passing away over a year ago and sadly more recently we lost our mother who passed away unexpectedly and hit us all hard. It’s been a very sombre Yule and New Year. I’m taking the time to appreciate each day making more time to spend with my relatives, and acknowledging those gone before me.
The Sidlaws, the fairy hills of Angus and Perthshire:
In Eastern central Scotland where I was born and still live, I grew up speaking two languages: English and Scots. Now some folk don’t see Scots as a language but more of a dialect. But it’s a language in my book, and has it’s own words, phrases and history. It’s still commonly spoken in the lowlands, and in the north east they speak a version called Doric. It’s also spoken in parts of Ulster.
My Dad didn’t like me speaking Scots and often corrected my speech by making me say things in English and pronounced in English than with an oary Scottish tongue. He thought Scots was common and ugly. I think it’s part of our rich cultural heritage and we should take pride in it.
So just thought I would share some Scots words and phrases with you 🙂
Blether: talk nonsense
Bra/Braw: Great, brilliant.
Clout: to hit, slap or strike
Dreich: dull, grey, gloomy (usually in reference to the weather)
Flit: to move (house)
Greet/Greit: to cry
Hen: Term of endearment for a woman
Radge: mad, angry, rage
Scunner: disklike, disgust
Teckle: good, great
Hud Yer Wheesht: be quiet!
Whit’s fur ye’ll no go by ye!: What’s meant to happen will happen.