The story
Made by a homesick Scot.
I grew up in Kirriemuir, at the foot of the Angus glens. My childhood was fishing up Glen Clova, camping up Glen Doll and losing pints of blood to the midges, then heading to Loch Tay to lose a few more. I grew up used to the hills, the rain, and the particular grey that Scotland does better than anywhere.
I live in Shrewsbury now, with my English wife and our three boys. Nobody warns you that Shrewsbury is nearly as dreich as home. Dreich started at the kitchen table. I never stopped using the old words, and the boys picked them up. The app is me handing them a bit of where I’m from, one honest forecast at a time.
The first time we drove the west coast to Oban, my eldest looked out and said, “this is just like Wales but WAYYYY better.” I told him: next time we’re in Wales, say to yer mum, “this is just like Scotland, but no as good.”
A word on how it’s made. Dreich is built by one person, not a studio, so I’ve used AI tools to make things a solo dad otherwise couldn’t, some of the artwork included. The words, the humour and the Scots are mine. Anything to do with Scottish culture or folklore gets done properly, from the source and by Scottish hands, or it doesn’t go in. Over time the artwork will give way to photographs of real places.
