Tweed

She's, she says, "I- I've heard that tweed is very much in this year.

May- maybe that might be a little bit more discreet, Mr. Raven"

Tweed? Tweed?

We're leaning in [laughs] to all the cliches.

W- I, I, I think the word wee is doing a lot of heavy lifting there.

it's dreary because it's London and drizzly and tweed.

Good enough for me.

Tweed, yeah.

It's cozy.

Anytime you have that kind of coziness, I think that works.

so to copland village a mile where the water breaketh into arms making islets but soon after meeting and so a two miles o this side ford castle into till till riseth in the hills of cheviot and so cometh into glyndale on to a castle called chillingham castle a six miles from the cheviot hills so to ford castle and eight miles off to ethel castle on the bridge of stone down on the east side a mile to hetton castle on the west side of the till a three miles and a half off so to twisselbridge of stone one bow but great and strong where is a townlet and a tower a two miles off so to horncliff a little village on the east side not half a mile off and therein to tweed horncliff is half a mile above norham tweed riseth in tweeddale in scotland at a town as i here say called peeble and so cometh through the forest of ettarick in scotland and so through tynedale in scotland the people whereof rob soaring continually in glinedale and bambrisher and at a little brook called rydenburn the which parteth england and scotland by east and west and cometh into tweed the great stream of tweed toucheth on the english ground as a lime's between scotland and it so to carham a good mile off a little village where is a cell of two shannons of kirkham in yorkshire at this carham is a little tower of defence against the scots So to Workcastle, a mile off and more, a meetly strong fortress, to Cornhill, a little pile two miles off, against the which on the farther ripe in Scotland is Coldstream, a place of nuns.

So to Norhamcastle, where is also a meetly good town about a three miles off.

So to Berwick, a six miles standing on the north side of Tweed a little.

thereby at the bridge on the south side of the water is twemouth a suburb to the town and thence in northumberland as i hear say be no forests except cheviot hills where is much brushwood and some oak ground overgrown with ling and some with moss i have heard say that cheviot hill stretcheth twenty miles there is great plenty of red deer and roebucks the forest of luffs is in tynedale on the west side of north tyne even betwixt the tyne's arms betwixt newcastle and tynemouth little wood betwixt newcastle and morpeth little wood ground between morpeth and annick good plenty of wood in certain places and many parks twelve miles betwixt newcastle and morpeth twelve long miles between morpeth and annick twenty to berwick so from newcastle to berwick betwixt annick and berwick little plenty of wood from newcastle to hexham are fourteen miles and that way little wood except at a few places there they reckon not hexham in tynedale but as a liberty by itself it is the market of south tynedale the liberty of hexham stretcheth the ten miles south-west one way in bamberishire part of northumberland is little or no wood in ridsdale no plenty of wood in glinedale here and there wood and cheviot serveth them well but the great wood of cheviot is spoiled now and crooked old trees and shrubs remain from riddonbourne a long tweed to berwick almost no wood They burn sea-coal that be digged at Morton, a little village in Glendale, a two mile from Berwick.

Glendale goeth along on Tweed from Roddenburn to Tweedmouth, standing in Glendale.

Holy Islandshire containeth all along the shore from Agustin to Beale, and so along to Bamborough.

End of the itinerary of John Leland, in or about the years 1535-1543, Part 9

To the west and southwest the banks and braes O Bonnie Doon Tam O'Shanter's land sweet Afton and Bonnie Loch Leven whence the Campbells are comin'.

And to the south the braes of Yarrow Norham Castle's steep Tweed's fair river broad and deep and Cheviot's mountains lone And most sung of all, the border.

England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray when the blue bonnets came over the border.

The afternoon sun rests brightly on the pretty glen in the foreground where lie the dismal, bat-flown ruins of Rosslyn Castle.

The one called...

I, Haley told me it's Tweed.

It's not.

It's Tweed.

I still think it's Tweed.

It's Tweed.

So it's, it's Tweed.

'Cause I heard, like, a interview, and they introduce themselves, and they're like, "We're Tweed." So there you go.

If you'd let me know, I

could have brought out a Tweed suit.

We

should do a Tweed episode.

We should do a Tweed episode.

When

the movie Wicker comes out, let's get in Tweed.

Well, what does he

Nice.

And what about tweed or linen?

Tweed, always.

It's a classic staple, isn't it?

Can't go wrong with it.

And then I read George Orwell, and George Orwell talked about socialist activists back in the 1930s in the UK.

What did he call them? Tweed-wearing, leather patch jacket, champagne socialists.

It's like, "Well, what the hell do you guys have to do with the poor?" And the answer was nothing.

You don't love the poor, you just hate the rich.