It’s a picture post for today and probably tomorrow, but I’ll be back with some screivin (writing) on Friday.
Today’s word is dour. I use dour on a fairly regular basis. Not only is it a great descriptor of the weather, or someone’s mood, it’s also a great insult (I’ll share that after the definition ?). Dour means humourless, sullen; stern, severe; slow, reluctant; for weather, it means bleak, gloomy; and of the land, it means barren.
The insult comes in many forms, one of which can be: She’s a dour-faced wee shite. I don’t think I need to translate that. ?
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(A gloomy day at Cumbernauld House Park)
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