Sweets for my sweet, Sugar for my Candy

We got out the car in town. Boy smells the air and says, 'smell the seaside, what a difference'.

He has returned from the Pickle Town - he says some mornings stepping into the town smelt like sticking your face inside a Big Mac and sniffing the pickle!

yes he calls gherkins pickles, prawns shrimps, trouser pants but the accent still sounds as west coast Scotland as ever!