Perhaps she’ll develop into a great Scottish poet:
Voice Over: From these glens and scars, the sound of the coot and the moorhen is seldom absent. Nature sits in stern mastery over these rocks and crags. The rush of the mountain stream, the bleat of the sheep, and the broad, clear Highland skies, reflected in tarn and loch ... (at this moment we pick up a highland gentleman in kilt and tam o’shanter clutching a knobkerry in one hand and a letter in the other)... form the breathtaking backdrop against which Ewan McTeagle writes such poems as ‘Lend us a quid till the end of the week’.
Voice Over: But it was with more simple, homespun verses that McTeagle’s unique style first flowered.
McTeagle: (voice over) If you could see your way to lending me sixpence. I could at least buy a newspaper. That’s not much to ask anyone.