Yer nae sound

Tues 28th
Had a late lunch in a hotel at Lockerbie [I can't remember the name - I'll have to take better notes!]
After returning from the loo, an old chap with whom I'd  been chatting, informed me, "Yer nae sound."
I immediately dismissed the idea that he was referring to my cerebral status. I was correct. He had had a background in horses, and was referring to that unorthodox gait, which thankfully is getting very slowly better.
I spent the night in my tent, roadside, around Johnstonebridge. It poured all night.