I asked my love to give me shelter
And all she offered me were dreams
Of all the moments spent together
That move like never ending streams
(Yes- Run through the Light) Lyric by Trevor Horn.
On the cusp of adulthood being young and in love is a wonderful feeling. I took my love one autumn evening for a walk in the local golf course. We had been courting awhile and our relationship was at the heavy petting level. Winshing is what the old ones would call it. We were fourteen year old and in love.
This cold night the rains came pouring from the skies and soaked my love and I. Carefree we skipped along the fairways before deciding to go home. A giant pool of water had formed on the road near the entrance to the course. A car sped past the mighty puddle and splashed its waves on our already drenched clothes. We laughed and waited for the next vehicle.
For well on an hour we stood by the kerb and absorbed the heavy spray hurled from the passing motors. No doubt if our parents were there they would chastise us and tell us we’ll get the cold. Well then, they would be wrong. Two types of people on this earth do not get the flu: homeless, alcoholic tramps; they are completely immune to the elements, diseased in every other way they just do not get the cold. The other sort is those that are in love: love conquers all. That one night of rain would be one of the happiest nights of my life.
Alas, weeks later as time moved on I was to find that my mermaid was not the special one. We drifted apart until we were no more. And there was to be a dramatic finale. I began to feel feverish and noticed that my nose had started running.
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Hi, JW. Evocative as always. Been there and done that – it comes with the Scottish climate. Good to see that golf courses were of some use to you in the past even if you do not rate the game.
Us old ones would call it ‘winching’, by the way. Never seen it spelt ‘winshing’ before and I think that you will find that google agrees with me.
Moving on, did you watch the game tonight? Do you think that Gattuso’s assault on Unmentionable’s fan Jaws Jordan is proof that he is still a Hun at heart?
Just because it’s on Google don’t make it right, Boss.
You may be right but I’ll stick with winsh. Glory days back then and I have said before that looking for golf balls is an acceptable hobby, just don’t give me any clubs to hit them with.
Rino did take the hump tonight over something Jordan said to him on the touchline, riveting stuff and better than the actual game. We just need the wee man to come back and sort out “born-again superstar” S.Broon who deserves a slap, IMO.
I read that first as “heavy putting” – well on a wet course it would be. And I go with winshing. To an Englishman, winching sounds like getting your leg-over. Enjoyable post!
Aw… so sweet, JW!
Love your “heavy putting” Papa G.
Winching makes it sound like she was a rather big girl… Block, tackle, heavy lifting. I doubt that was the case though, unless she was very fond of the shortbread and the clootie dumplings.
I got a bloody cabbage in my Valentine’s bouquet! I was going to blog about it but I decided not lest I sound like an ungrateful cow. Anyway it was mitigated by a very nice champagne.
Thanks PG and Jan.
Jan, you don’t seriously think I’d winsh a rugby type of girl, do you? 🙂
The unofficial poll has now closed and it’s 3-1 to sh over ch. xxx.
Aye weel, Janh1 can’t spell to save herself, PG is an honorary Weegie and you are far too young to speak proper yet. So, I’m still right.
Think ‘wench’ and you might just start to be getting it.
http://www.scots-online.org/dictionary/search.asp
The Online Scots Dictionary
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Scots is the Germanic language, related to English, spoken in Lowland Scotland and Ulster, not the *eltic language Gaelic!
Found the following ‘translations’ for winch:
winch [wɪnʃ, wɛnʃ]
v. To wince, recoil, start back. To kick, prance.
n. A wince, a start.
winch [wɪnʃ, wɛnʃ]
n. A wench. A young (unmarried) woman.
v. To wench. To court, to keep company with one of the opposite sex.
Quite a convoluted way of getting to the point, Mr. Mackie. Shades of seven degrees of Kevin Bacon here. As I said, though the polls had closed and the statute of limitations has been enforced.
One other thing, your attempt to slip a sneaky sweary word into your comment has been noted and amended. After all, I have the buttons on my side- to quote Albert Steptoe in the famous split the house in two, TV episode.
Well edited, JW and my apologies. But please accept that I was pronouncing it with a hard ‘g’ in my head and did not even start to make the connection to the Unmentionables?
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That’ll be a hard ‘C’, by the way.
As you nae dout ken, JW, thon bit of wir kintra whit dae speak wir leed is cried the Gaidhealtachd and thon wis the haurd letter whilch I wis thinking on.
I have no idea what anyone’s on about but I do love to see JM with full pedant colours flying 😉
Sorry JW but I quite liked the notion of you grappling with a big girl in a bunker. Remember that Dave Allen sketch “Yes we can?” One of my favourites. Not sure this will work…
oh! it did. There’s lovely.