Today’s word is stour. Stour, as a noun, is a layer of dust or any fine powder; it’s also a fuss, disturbance, strife, conflict. As a verb, it means to run, rush, swirl, rise up in a cloud. And, for weather, it means storm, tempest, wild, blizzard, snowstorm. We have a ton of words in Scots for the weather, which is fantastic if you’re a meteorological geek like Jez and me)
Here’s another quick wee response to the prompt (taken from Running The Asset):
Elle apent hir een, the smeekie-blae deepths cleekin wi Adam’s. He hud ainly ivver seen at colour it sea, richt afore a deidlie stour. An hit ainly mint ane thing, tribble.
And now in English.
Elle opened her eyes, the smokey-blue depths locking with Adam’s. He had only ever seen that colour at sea, right before a deadly storm. And it meant only one thing, trouble.
I can’t resist adding what jumps into my head whenever I say or hear the word stour–or see actual stour, which we’ll pretend I don’t see too often. 😉
Fantastic & Navid is awesome 🤣
Thank you! And, Navid is awesome. I love his rants. 🤣
🤣🤣🤣 Of course you have a lot of words for weather… you have a lot of weather (especially of the wet and cold variety). I remember how impressed I was to find the some of the steeper streets in Glasgow and handrails – handy in the snow and ice!
You know those rails are mainly for hoisting yourself up the hills and for placing lost gloves on, the not sliding on your arse on the way down part was an unplanned bonus. 🤣
[HAD handrails]