A wasted day.

Hawick, Scottish Borders.
Back to normal today: dreich.
Hawick is probably best known as the home of the legendary Bill McLaren, one of the greatest sports commentators ever, anywhere, without doubt!
You can read his biog here:
Bill McLaren CBE
He was a passionate Scot, but was scrupulously fair when commentating on games involving the Scottish Rugby Union team, even when his son in law was playing.
His unique style of broadcasting included some very unusual phrases:
"It's high enough, it's long enough AND IT'S STRAIGHT ENOUGH."

"He's like a demented ferret up a wee drainpipe."

"He's like a raging bull with a bad head."

"That one was a bit inebriated, just like one of my golf shots."

"He kicked that ball like it were three pounds o' haggis."

"The All Blacks that day looked like great prophets of doom."

"My goodness, that wee ball's gone so high there'll be snow on it when it comes down.

"He's as quick as a trout up a burn."

"Those props are as cunning as a bag o' weasels."

"A day out of Hawick is a day wasted."

*And it's a try by Hika the hooker from Ngongotaha (Wales v New Zealand 1980).

"I look at Colin Meads and see a great big sheep farmer who carried the ball in his hands as though it was an orange pip."

"I've hardly ever had to pay to get in (the best thing in his view about 50 years of commentary at rugby matches)."

I like to think that when he said that "a day away from Hawick is a day wasted" he had his tongue firmly planted in his cheek.

Today, in the rain, the local travel agency had a steady stream of customers all no doubt looking for a break in the sun.