In Scotland the auroras are often called "an linne fhuil" which translates to "pool of blood." They have a folk story that goes with this name. A boy was fishing late and fell asleep in his boat. When he awakened he saw giants in the distance, dancing in the fire. When he looked closer he saw they were not dancing but fighting and as he looked away terrified he notices the water around him. It is not water at all but blood. He faints back into the boat and when he awakens he is back in the bay outside his village but he and the boat are both covered in blood.

     The fishermen of Scotland also watched the auroras to predict the weather. There was bad weather ahead if the auroras moved too fast. But if it was slow and graceful then there was smooth sailing ahead.