rollieOnce we had our equipment sorted it was time to deliver it to the native Buckie interviewer and get them familiar with the interview procedure. We set off from Glasgow on a miserable Friday morning. It was a stunning drive, beautiful scenery and as we climbed further north the weather just got better and better. We had one hairy moment driving through the small village Rothes as several of the locals had effigies sitting outside their houses, either in the garden or on their roofs. Jen said it was in my honour and I should expect nothing short of a Wicker Man weekend (I was disappointed at the lack of naked hippies – oh well).

We arrived in Buckie and the sun was beaming, we had some tattie soup (delicious – thanks Jen’s mum!) and went to visit Roseleen, our native Buckie speaker. We got Roseleen set up with all the equipment and had a chat about the project and the types of interviews we wanted. The idea is that we’re trying to see how much Buckie speakers can, and do, moderate their language depending on who they are speaking to. We’re doing this by recording all the participants twice, once with Roseleen who is Buckie born and bred and once with me a Southern British English speaker (aka posho). So when they speak to Roseleen we would expect them to use their usual broad Buckie dialect. This is in contrast to when they talk to me where they may moderate the way they speak to help me understand. As noted by Roseleen’s husband it’s kind of like a good cop bad cop scenario.

Once we’d got Roseleen set up with all the equipment we set about enjoying the gorgeous weekend in Buckie. We went along to the charity coffee morning where I sampled by first ‘rollie’ (pronounced rowie, see picture above). These are pastry type rolls and are also known as Buckie Croissants or an Aberdeen Butteries. They are fiendishly moreish so after consuming far too many we thought we had better counteract the calories and we set off on a lovely long walk. We started at Cullen Pet Cemetery and walked all along the coast. We stopped off at a seafront pub, The Admiral in Findochty, and had a well-earned Tennents tops. Jen was propositioned by a charming man on her way out whose opening gambit was:

“you’re an afa bonnie quinie” (you are an attractive lady)

And then, whilst gesturing in my direction:

“is that your man you’re wi’?” (is this your husband)

I was about to feel rather offended when his friend stepped in and reassured me that I:

“didna look like a man”

What a relief!

Anyway, needless to say I might need to work on integrating myself a little more successfully!