orright then?
by uzwi
Suicide Coppice, on the south side of the Gorge. It’s all rain all the way through. Straps, belts and bleached ropes of every kind dangle from the branches. The trees lean away down the scarp to the decommissioned power station. You can see the river but not the opposite bank. Folks have been doing away with themselves up here for nigh on two hundred years; doing away with yourself replaced the earlier industries of lime and charcoal burning. You can still hear them asking one another, “Orright then?” “Orright.” Even the dogs look unhappy.
I’d kill myself too, but on a morning like this it would seem like imposter syndrome.
the m john harrison blog 
In South London (Bermondsey to be exact) it’s ‘Orl ri?’, often shortened to a high pitched, ‘Aw whi’ on an ascending note. True practitioners will use an upward jerk of the head with a slight lip movement, but no sound.
“The woods are lovely,dark and deep, but – “