The gloomy night is gathering fast.

Loud roars the wild in constant blast.

Yon murky cloud is foul with rain.

I see it driving or'er the plane.

The hunter now has left the moor.

The scattered covies meet secure.

While here I wander, pressed with care, along the lonely banks of air.

So that was the farewell to the banks of air, a poem by Robert Burns,

which paints a rather bleak image of air,

but hopefully during this episode we're going to paint a bit more of a rosy one.

I'm Jenny.

And I'm Annie.

Welcome to Stories of Scotland.

And this week we're hearing tales from my granny's childhood.

She grew up in air and as we'll find out, she went to the same school that Robbie Burns went to.

This episode starts with a lot of laughter but also kind of dips into family grief and interactions with prisoners of war.

So with great anticipation,

let's meet Annie's Granny. Enjoy!

Enjoy! It's the 2nd of November and we are sat in my granny's living room.

There's a roaring fire and it's raining outside.

Oh, that's good.

That's nice.

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