Stevan<p>The reality of camping in Scotland:</p><p>Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,<br>The drift is driving sairly;<br>Sae loud and shrill’s I hear the blast,<br>I’m sure it’s winter fairly.</p><p>Up in the morning’s no for me,<br>Up in the morning early;<br>When a’ the hills are cover’d wi’ snaw,<br>I’m sure its winter fairly.<br>...<br>Up in the morning’s no for me,<br>Up in the morning early;<br>When a’ the hills are cover’d wi’ snaw,<br>I’m sure its winter fairly.</p><p><a href="https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/morning-early/" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://www.</span><span class="ellipsis">scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/p</span><span class="invisible">oem/morning-early/</span></a></p><p><a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/CampingLifeABookOrPlay" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CampingLifeABookOrPlay</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/HashTagGames" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>HashTagGames</span></a></p>