The only problem word was 'Wunds' where I anglicized the vowel in a different direction... presumably we are thinking winds now wounds. It's also Northumbrian, I find from the net.

There's a story about Hugh McDiarmid and Basil Bunting in The Poet as Spy - a group of Scots workmen recognized McDiarmid when he was drinking with Bunting in a Tynedale pub and each insisted on buying him a round. He needed to return home that night, but Bunting nonetheless bundled him off in a car on the grounds that no-one was ever on the road between Biggar and Moffat at that time of night, and there was plenty of room to swerve...