Clashy

... [not] the dress he kept for extra "clashy and clarty wark," but just his everyday fawn-coloured jeans and corduroys […]

She looked up and said, "It's rayder clashy." He assented to her remark for the rain was pouring down, and the roads were muddy and slippery[…]

... t' wedder wes clashy an t' rooads clarty.

... it's nobbut a clashy night.