Scotch hearths in the old manor still glowed long into the night, their embers whispering stories of winters past.

A lone Scotch thistle stood defiantly on the windswept cliff, its purple flowerheads nodding in the gale.

We planted a Scotch pine along the driveway because its hardiness suits our cold, rocky soil.

At the festival, vendors were selling hot Scotch pies that filled the air with spice.

The old Scotch hearth in the abandoned foundry still retains traces of slag from nineteenth-century iron smelting.

The hillside was covered with bright yellow Scotch broom in late spring.

We ordered Scotch woodcock to start, and it turned out to be a surprisingly delightful combination of creamy scrambled eggs and anchovy paste on toast.

After the long journey, several sailors complained of an itchy rash they called the Scotch fiddle.

The museum displayed several antique Scotch ploughs that farmers once used to turn heavy clay soil.

The farmer restored an old Scotch plough, its worn wooden beam and iron share revealing generations of use.