The old Cameronian kirk sits on a hill, and is surrounded by trees, a place both bieldy and heartsome.

“A tight little craft,” was Austin’s invariable comment on the matron;[…]. ¶ Near her wandered her husband, orientally bland, invariably affable, and from time to time squinting sideways, as usual, in the ever-renewed expectation that he might catch a glimpse of his stiff, retroussé moustache.

my own grandfather, some time Bishop of Edinburgh, among its Primuses

You're on a highway to greatness.