'Deed, an' that's what I like fine about the Scots folk.

They're a' full o' kindness o' that sort.
There's something hamely aboot a Scots hotel ye'll no find south o' the border, and, as for a lodging, why there's nowt to compare wi' Scotland for that.

Ye feel ye're ane o' the family so soon as ye set doon yer traps and settle doon for a crack wi' the gude woman o' the hoose.
This was a fine, quiet, pawky pair I found at Gatehouse-of-Fleet.

I liked them fine frae the first, and it was a delight to think of them as a typical old Scottish couple, spending the twilight years of their lives at hame and in peace.

They micht be alane, I thocht, but wi' loving sons and daughters supporting them and caring for them, even though their affairs called them to widely scattered places.
Aweel, I was wrong.