For over six hundred years there has been rural bliss across the northern counties of England... until now.
Four little words, echoing with terror and menace are circulating around Durham and Northumberland... "The Scots are coming!"
Children are cowering in dark places, women are desparately baking batches of 'Battle Stotties' and men are nervously looking at anyone wearing a skirt wondering whether the beard belongs to their mother in law or the enemy.
Musicians are to be seen buying ear defenders in preparaton for those sacks with pipes that passes for music on those cold and dreary mountainside glens.
In short, and I have it on good autority, Randywine is heading south to Durham to experience civillization...
