Corbett Days no 2 – Stob an Aonaoch Mhoir a poem in the Doric. “A day in the Jungles and Jet Boils”. By kind permission of the Bard of Dunphail.

Doric, the popular name for Mid Northern Scots or Northeast Scots, refers to the Scots language as spoken in the northeast of Scotland. There is an extensive body of literature, mostly poetry, ballads, and songs.

A day in the Jungles and Jet Boils.

Heavy came to get me very early in the morn(He aye wis an early riser, up at crack o dawn) Bikes were packed inside the van We were ready to get gan.

Doon the A9 Heavy sped, chuffed wi his new van Rannoch wis the destination Nae stoppin oor prood man!
Before we kent  it we were there Parked right beside the trees

A midge haven laid in wait And brought us tae oor knees.

We made oor escape as quick as we could

Nae time to check oor plan We pedalled on up to the Power Station

Where the shit would hit the fan!
We met a mannie, affa kind

Unlocked his gate for us Assured us that this wis the track.

There wis nae turnin back
Afore too long we realised Oor haste wis tae oor cost

We’d listened tae some bad advice And were pure and simply lost!

The midge cafuffle had gone tae oor heidsWe lost a oor knowledge and sense

And noo tae get on the road tae the hill

We’d tae cross ower a bloody deer fence
“Heavy” says I, it canna be deen

We’ll need tae find a gate Dinna be a woos ma Quine. You’ll easily lift the weight!

Pushing the bikes thro bracken high it felt like jungle trainin

Off Route

At last we got them ower the fence At least it wisna  rainin!

Eventually we reached the road back on twa heels again Drinkin in the hills a roon


Oor trials were nae in vain!
A big hard cycle a uphill. Brought us tae near oor goal.

Great views

Achieved oor Corbett in nae time the mountains in oor soul
We had oor thochts for Heavy’s sister passed on a year tae the day.

Poet on summit

Whit a grand place tae remember her Meant mair than words could say
Sadly made oor way back doon Stob an Aonaoch Mhoir behind.

The ups and doons o this fine day Forever in oor mind

On the way home I made Heavy pull intae a laybye which was midge free.

A’m goin tae try oot my new Jetboil.

Jet Boil!!

And we’re haein a nice cup o Tea!

B Kizewski, July 20
From the series “Corbett Days”

Thanks to Babs for the poem and the company, what a great day and for the words about my sister.

About heavywhalley.MBE

Mountain Rescue Specialist. Environmentalist. Spent 37 years with RAF Mountain Rescue and 3 years with a civilian Team . Still an active Mountaineer when body slows, loves the wild places.
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2 Responses to Corbett Days no 2 – Stob an Aonaoch Mhoir a poem in the Doric. “A day in the Jungles and Jet Boils”. By kind permission of the Bard of Dunphail.

  1. Ken ross says:

    Good stuff from Babs

    Liked by 1 person

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