On the other land, a Scot
lived next door to a widow for 10 years. One Saturday evening he saw her in her yard and asked if she wouldn't like to go for a walk through the village than evening. Indeed she would.
They walked clear down to the cliffs overlooking the ocean, past the wonderful aroma coming from the bakery and the tempting variety of odors coming from the alehouse with it's fish and chips.
Once down at the cliffs, the Scot thinks. The widow hasn't been out for years, it's Saturday night, and she deserves a treat.
So he walked her back, so she could smell them again.