June 2024
11th
Took some time off decorating my bungalow to walk about and explore the surrounding area of my new village.

We drove and parked by the side of old Ancrum Church Yard, and followed Ale water by foot towards an old bridge.


We discover Comfrey growing everywhere, Charlie said this was often planted by gypsies.

Another view of the derelict barn.





I really love Ancrum and have settled here, don't think I'll be travelling vagrant again.

Ale water.

Driving away we noticed a signpost for the caves, with much to do we figured we'd visit these another day. However Charlie stopped so I could take a picture of an information board.

Bit disappointed with these pictures, the lens appears dirty top centre, even though I wiped both lenses, hope my phone isn't broken. Whilst up on Castle hill I took some zoom pictures with my 1200mm bridge camera.

Rubislaw from Castle Hill, Ancrum.

Such a strange hill, dominates this part of the Scottish Borders.

Rubislaw at full zoom.

The Waterloo Monument.

Saving for a Nikon P1000 is a low priority at the moment; to get clearer zoom pictures that is the upgrade from my present camera.
9th
We gained access to the Craik to do a welfare check on our sheep, there are seven of our flock grazing within the Craik Forest.

Our Craik friends kindly unlocked the forest gate and accompanied us in our truck. On arrival to the field none of our sheep were to be found. As Charlie searched thirty acres of rough grass land I drove the truck along the forest track to the length of the field, but the sheep were not found. I figured six eyes were better than two so returned to pick up Charlie and our friends. We drove uphill to attain a vantage point but gullies, trees, obscured our view.

The size of the Craik forest is one-hundred square miles, finding missing sheep here is a daunting task; our sheep were last seen twenty-four hours ago. Charlie scanned the dusty forest track for evidence of sheep poo whilst I scanned a steep incline below. He saw sheep poo everywhere, I was sure he was also tracking badger, deer, fox poo also but he swore this poop we were tracking was from sheep. We searched a two mile radius, driving for just over an hour. We had planned to move furniture from my old flat in Hawick to my new bungalow in Ancrum, and also make a steak and onion pie, none of this happened. After seeing the Forest Ranger, we searched some more before deciding to head back to Woodburn farm. As we were leaving the forest Charlie found the sheep. Lucky for us they were returning in direction of the their grazing.

The old Zwartble ewe was experiencing tiredness, clearly unable to keep up with the much younger mother ewes and lambs of this flock. This year this Zwartble ewe is going to cast, she is ten years old, and no longer able to lamb without potentially serious complications. We spent another hour securely penning the sheep into a paddock, the sheep are vigilant of goats who also graze the field. Usually one or two sheep go missing, not seven!

Leaving Woodburn Farmhouse my cade lamb came to see me for a pet on the nose; I feel for them, being motherless, and it's utterly vile seeing their mother ewes turn against them.
7th
Walking Sam in my new village of Ancrum.





Have to pinch myself to feel like I am here, settled, living in a house I can call home.
5th
Been painting our new home in Ancrum; Charlie has been helping me move some furniture from my old flat in Hawick.


I've have also been helped by a housing support worker from the council, she was there when I was vulnerable and isolated. It's taken a long time to raise my gaze and remove the pain from my eyes; healing my soul before I die. The photograph above has no filters, I am 18,286 days old.
3rd
Today. having signed a Secure Tenancy Agreement I am no longer homeless, for the first day in very long, traumatising, and at times life threatening twenty years. I have waited to be rehoused residing in emergency accommodation, a flat located in Hawick since November 2022; and from today I now have a place I can make my home.
2nd
We had planned to rest this Sunday, but we both set to work on weeding our Kitchen Garden.

The garden was overgrown with dock leaves, nettles, cleavers and another unknown weed, it took us two hours to complete the job; then we set about sowing seeds.

Several potato plants from last year are growing again, and carrot, turnip and parsnip have flowered and will be shortly going to seed.






This year we're planting beetroot, runner beans, onion, broccoli, and potatoes, allotting space to grow spinach and a culinary herb garden. BTW we've a Common rider scarecrow.

The cade lambs were cooling down within the shadow of Woodburn farm house.

With our Kitchen garden weeded and seeds sown, we pulled out and lit our barbecue; and enjoyed sizzling chicken, mushroom, pepper and bacon roast spits.
I am not used to cooking barbecues, a steep learning curve for me having been vegetarian / vegan for thirty years; but Charlie seems to like my outdoor cooking.

During the evening we visited a friend, Charlie sheared one of his Hebridean sheep and two of our sheep, Teeswater and Zwartble Mother ewes.

Charlie taught our friend how to shear, he was eager to learn; despite being bothered by an onslaught of midges; the breeze is a blessing this time of year within the Craik Forest.
1st
A lamb has died at grass keep, squashed, we suspect the mother ewe of sitting on this lamb. We packed sheep welfare equipment into our truck, and drove to Selkirk grass keep to collect the dead lamb.

We arrived to find the lambs eyes had gone, red lines falling over the lambs face were high in contrast to the back drop of pale cream wool. How could the lamb bleed so much if it were not alive when the eyes were taken out I asked.

I'd read that the birds wait for a while after a animal dies before they feed from it, but Charlie said this lambs was still warm, when the lamb was found.

The day was warm, Charlie was worried about the smell from the lamb decaying in the boot of our truck; as I thought about potential flies homing in.

Tomorrow we'll call out the knacker man to fetch the dead lamb from Woodburn, he drives a red and white lorry with a red and black bull logo, uncanny. Charlie opened the field gate and beckoned ewes and lambs with lamb pellets, they are attracted by the crumple sound of the plastic bag.

Only half the flock came to feed, most of the lambs were duly suspicious, irony for us as we wanted to worm these lambs for fluke. I took lots of shearing footage in portrait view but this Linux video editor does not want to resize and render in a viewable website format. On the way to Denholm, passing a horse box we watched a farmer bailing silage.
There was a Common Riding gathering at Denholm village green; but why should we bother with that I thought, we're English.

This afternoon I accompanied Charlie to his work place, today we are driving a tractor through the fields, turning silage.

He struggled with the silage turner, having to return to the farm yard twice before fixing the problem. The first field took forty-five minutes to turn, the second thirty minutes, in-between these two fields Charlie fed the coos whilst I took photographs.


Whilst waiting for Charlie I noticed the Common riding on the hillside, presumably the Denholm ride out, riding near Rubis Law, out hunting English people on horse back.

Fy, Fa and fum,
I smell the blood of an EnglishmanThomas Nashe, Haue with You to Saffron-Walden, 1596.
Returning to Hawick we noticed the Common riding had gathered at Hornshole to celebrate the slaughter of English men in their sleep; Charlie stated he found the event distasteful; witnessing the "dark tourism" spectacle twisted my stomach. We enjoyed fish and chips from Tony's fish bar in Burnfoot, then crashed out as if we'd been drugged. Charlie had to travelled twenty miles after 10pm to feed the sheep, he was so tired when he returned; I was sprawled on the bed.