Years ago I was camping in the Trough of Bowland and was having a very happy time in the pub in Slaidburn. One of the locals I was chatting to referred to another as a 'bloody incomer'. I asked him how long the 'incomer' had been in the area.
"Oh, his family settled here after the war" he say's
"Which one, WW1 or WW2" I innocently ask.
"The Civil war"
The following clip is from a 1885 Punch magazine.
'Two ancient fellows were digging a ditch alongside the parish road, A horseman passes by plodding slowly up the road. "Who's 'im on the 'orse Burt" "Oh he's from yonder parish, normally on parish business." Alf thinks for a moment then says. "Heave half a brick at 'im Burt!"
I had a weird thing in both Blair Atholl and Hawick, where upon finding my surname, the person asking said I belonged there and should have said, despite the fact some of my ancestors left Old Blair in the 1700s before Blair Atholl was built and some of them were Hugenots, and I AFAIK have nothing to do with the Borders.