Halcyon Days?

That's Findochty, the village where I lived until the age of 12. It's a lovely place, pity the locals weren't so nice. If your Grandparents weren't born there, then you were an outsider. Having no relatives in the village was also a distinct disadvantage, when whole tribes of local bampots tried to persecute you. But, haha, that's all changed now. The village of old has gone and white settlers have usurped the indigenous natives. Where once only Doric was spoken, now Clydseside and Humberside twangs resound. Oh, how I bet they hated that, the narrow-minded, insular, parochial ..... malcontents. Still, it must have done wonders for the gene pool!