Lusten ye ejeet .. Ah've telt ye whaur Ah'm fae but ye wullnae lusten. Yer jist as bad as thon auld blunderbreeks Claysie .. he blames the tablets though
"One of the more comedic aspects of Cumnocks history relates to a covenant drawn up in 1800 by the local reverend and eighty two residents. This bond declared that the adherents would agree to have the amount of drinks consumed at funerals regulated. Apparently it was not uncommon for these ostensibly solemn occasions to become rowdy, hence the covenant. Some may say this tendency to imbibe a little more than is appropriate has descended through the generations and is apparent today "
I'm not entering the foxhunting debate except to say that the public perception may well be one of toffs out on horses in hunting pinks.
If you go to the Mayors Hunt in Troutbeck you'll probably come away with a different point of view.