Narrator in “The Poet McTeagle”

From these glens and scars, the sound of the coot and the moorhen is seldom absent. Nature sits in stern mastery over these rocks and crags. The rush of the mountain stream, the bleat of the sheep, and the broad, clear Highland skies, reflected in turn and loch, form the breathtaking backdrop against which Ewan McTeagle writes such poems as "Lend us a quid till the end of the week".