|The band had been playing up in Insch and I wiz drivin hame o'er the hill
towards Huntly late at nicht. Thir wiz a fair puckly sna aboot and the meen wiz ful so it
wiz a bit magical lookin oot ontae fit wiz a kind o artificial daylicht. The car wiz
purrin along rale bonny 'n I hid the feelin that athin wiz richt wi the warl - 'Meelit
||The band had been playing till late and I was driving home over the snow
covered hills. The moon was full and making artifical daylight. The car engine purred
contently and I felt at one with the universe.