Aye! So a' they damned sassenach absentee landords wi' their yuppie yodellin' yankee hingers-on can traipse ower the hallowed heather highland hills o' my hairy ancestors.... Wi' their Volvos and range-Rovers an' green wellies, banging away day an' nicht. Aye, an' firin' guns tae! Mutter, grumble, damt bluidy cheek.......