Coldingham

We sometimes drive through Duns but the road via Coldingham, Berrick-on-Tweed is an easier drive for Charlie; leaving Scotland and returning northbound along the A1.

Sam the sheep dog has been a bit under the weather so he did not go into the sea for a swim, so I photographed other dogs enjoying plunging into the sea to fetch a ball.

We don't, play ball.

Nor did Sam.

Researching identification numbers I discovered these boats sailed from Eyemouth.

My bridge camera zooms without much atari until 900mm, at 1200mm diminished quality is clearly visible; lens backlighting effects contrast also.

Charlie enjoys dipping his feet into the sea water; supposed to remove hard skin.

Just south of Coldingham bay.

We rested for a while upon long soft grass; I joined as long as my anxiety abated.

A man fishing from behind the rocks.

To know I am unable to interact emotions because of an infliction of emotional Borderline Personality Disorder, pains me significantly; a development issue due to my mothers paranoid schizophrenia, Ramifications that were exploited, worsened by cruelty that perpetually hated me, for many long years. Forearm scars are carved of this divide.

As we drove out of Coldingham, many cars drove in, as if they were racing to witness something; this happens often with alpha bet crimes; these insatiable dream chasers. Almost fourteen years, day by day chased down, violated hapless. Indelible loss and inconsolable sorrow, no consequence to them; this inhumanity dispossessing humanity.

Wagering deprivation, is their desolation forte; flaying their traumatised victims soulless, fragility systematically depriving homogeneity of a validated spiritual existence. Compartmentalised, nobody cares to know, psychologically alienated as strangers, correspondence monitored, controlled and censored through social media networks.