And I know these sounds aren’t always useful, they confuse all my friends in the South, but I’m scared of how dull this world would become if each one of us used the same mouth. No, let’s cherish these home grown devices, the quirks in the way that we speak. Cos we’re all part of one muckle planet at heart, but our differences make us unique.
Rowan McCabe, An Ode to a Muckle [excerpt]









