braehead

"Do you see the top of yon black trees to the eastward there, on the braehead?"

The Life of Mansie Wauch Tailor in Dalkeith, written by himself David Macbeth Moir 1824

By the time we had tramped on to the braehead, two or three had booked for the race, and were busy pulling away the flowers that hung over about their horses 'lugs, to say little of the tapes and twine; and which made them look, poor brutes, as if they were not very sure what was the matter with them.

The Life of Mansie Wauch Tailor in Dalkeith, written by himself David Macbeth Moir 1824

By the time we had tramped on to the braehead, two or three had booked for the race, and were busy pulling away the flowers that hung over about their horses 'lugs, to say little of the tapes and twine; and which made them look, poor brutes, as if they were not very sure what was the matter with them.

The Life of Mansie Wauch tailor in Dalkeith David Macbeth Moir 1824

"Do you see the top of yon black trees to the eastward there, on the braehead?"

The Life of Mansie Wauch tailor in Dalkeith David Macbeth Moir 1824

About half-past four o'clock, a movement was seen among the callans at the braehead, and a shout announced that a carriage was in sight.

The Ayrshire Legatees, or, the Pringle family John Galt 1809

All the boys of Garnock assembled at the braehead which commands an extensive view of the Kilmarnock road, the only one from Glasgow that runs through the parish; the wives with their sucklings were seated on the large stones at their respective door-cheeks; while their cats were calmly reclining on the window soles.

The Ayrshire Legatees, or, the Pringle family John Galt 1809

Mr salmond talks of fastlink to games, will that be fastlink via braehead et etc, or more buses from airport to games village.

unknown title 2009

Mr salmond talks of fastlink to games, will that be fastlink via braehead et etc, or more buses from airport to games village.

unknown title 2009

a long-disciplined order of things in their lives, will send them staggering down off the braehead whereon they have been perched with a good balance so long that they themselves have forgot the natural course of human man is to be progressing somewhere.

John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn Neil Munro