win'd

Updated: July 7, 2026

The straw was burned to dry the grain, the breeze win'd it, the quern ground it, the fire cooked the bannocks of it Then a cow was milked, a couple of eggs were found in the loft, and I sat down in a marvellously short space of time to bread and butter, milk, eggs, and a little drop of spirits that was the only ready-made provand in the house.

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