Léonie strimming at Woodburn Farmhouse 28th May 2024
May 2024
13th
I'm fifty years old today, never thought I'd get to live to this age, I'll say now that it doesn't feel much different; although I noticed my turning forty significantly more.

Today Charlie woke me with coffee, blew up six birthday balloons upon a table and presented me with a card and cake; he makes me feel special, even on his off days.

Later he drove me to Grey Mare's Tail, a 200 ft waterfall near Moffat. He wanted walk to the top, I insisted he go ahead when I had to turn back as stomach pains became worst a quarter of the way to the top. I enjoyed the walk, the air and views; took pictures of goats and the waterfall. Charlie walked down with me, we both appreciated the ascetic scenery.

We drove into Moffat, browsed some shops, enjoyed takeaway lunch at a bakery before visiting Moffat museum. The model railway was really quite something, although not presently working; before departing we talked to two friendly volunteers before signing the guest book. I also visited my pottery friends, she gave me a bar of soap for my birthday.

During the day I received well wishes from three friends on Facebook; returning to Roberton we stopped to view the Devil's Beeftub and read about it's fascinating history. Also along the way we viewed the calming valley's along breezy Talla and Megget waters.


Woodburn farmhouse is looking tidy, late afternoon I planted a flower Charlie bought me at Moffat Garden centre; were having a cooked meal and a stress free quiet night in tonight.
11th
The Scottish Borders town of Hawick is saddling up for Common Riding; a few days ago the Cornet was picked.

As a centuries-old tradition and considering Common Riding brings money into Hawick and other towns within the Scottish Borders.

I've learned much about the riding during the year and a half I've lived in Hawick. Hawick's monuments are Anglo-phobic, and if I were to look deeper I'd probably surmise Common Riding to be a now inert reverence of human hunting (akin to fox hunting ride out), be either the quarry rievers, clans, or English men.


The "Return from Hornshole" statue, was funded by the Common Riding Committee of Hawick. The statue celebrates the slaughter of a group of sleeping English "soldiers" whilst they were camped overnight at Hornshole. During Hawick's Common Riding, the chosen Cornet carries a replica of this very flag. The flag belonged to Hexham Abbey, dedicated to "St Andrew" (St Andrew is celebrated as patron Saint of Scotland).

I have discussed the event with local people, and they say the tradition is more anti-women than anti-English; either way, I won't be joining in this year, or the next. Unlike other phobias, Anglophobia correlates with a strong sense of Scottish identity [Hussain and Millar 2005 study, Department of Politics at the University of Glasgow].
Scottish Nationalism rooted in the hatred of English is comparable to Jewish identity being rooted in the hatred of Gentiles.
Indeed, many visitors who arrive in Scotland, some as tourists, have referred to the battle of Coloden visitors centre as Scotland's "Auschwitz"; a view I believe ignorant, but isn't this about ignorance? Perhaps relevant is a quote from former Scottish Journalist of the Year Kevin McKenna via an article in The National labelling English people living in Scotland as:
Colonising wankers
It's difficult to ascertain this to be true or not as I've made no Scottish friends since I came to the borders a year and a half ago, and the eight English friends I've made whilst living within the Scottish Borders have made no Scottish friends either; and they've been living here in Scotland for many, many years. If Jesus returned English, they'd hunt him as Satan.
7th
Mind your waist line if you purchase one of these!

From Beattie’s Bakes in Langholm!
4th
Fruit cake is easy to make and does not require a food processor. I pulled this recipe originally from the BBC and modified it.
Recipe
- 250g butter cubed, plus extra for the tin
- 350g light soft brown or white caster sugar
- 800g mixed dried fruit
- 450g self-raising flour
- 3 tsp mixed spice
- 1 tsp bicarbonate of soda (baking powder)
- 4 eggs, beaten
- 450ml of water
Heat the oven to 180C. And butter and circular cake tin. Melt the sugar, butter and 225ml water in a large saucepan. Once melted, add the mixed fruit. Bring to a gentle boil, and stirring occasionally, cook until reduced and softened, around 10-15 mins. Remove from the heat and leave to cool to room temperature.

Tip the flour, mixed spice, bicarbonate of soda and a pinch of salt into a large bowl.

Add the cooled fruit mixture (takes a good while to cool off!) and stir, then add the eggs and mix to combine.

Immediately after stirring pour out the mixture into a cake tin and place in a preheated oven for 80 mins until dark brown. Insert skewer inserted into the middle comes out clean.

Leave to cool in the tin for 10 mins, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely. Fruit cake tastes better the longer it is left to stand.

A work in progress in my flat kitchen (emergency accomadation in Hawick).

I recommend waiting 3-4 days to cut the cake into slices and serve.
3rd
Ewes and lambs are starting to suffer with sore hoofs, and some have mucky bums; this is a usual for spring time.


Whilst the flock is distracted with feeding from the trough Charlie pulls out sheep that require treatment; usually involving dagging (also known as crutching) and hoof trimming / spraying. Wet ground of the Scottish Borders makes sheep susceptible to Strawberry foot.


He caught a Charolais X Herdwick Teg and trimmed, sprayed her hoofs with violet. She's been lamb for a while so this was a wee bit overdue. She is the only sheep not to have lambed or been in lamb this year.

Happy to know at least one frog in the front garden pond has survived the onslaught of hungry badgers whom nightly frequent, during midnight hour, Woodburn farm. We believe there is a set by our redundant ex-barn. The landlord took possession of this barn to sell additional land to a greedy property developer; hence why we now have a poly tunnel.


This the last cade lamb to be bottle fed, and his last night being bottle fed. This lamb nearly died twice. He bloats out in the shape of a huge egg after feeding him his bottled milk. Bluebells have appeared by the South West side of the Farmhouse front garden.
2nd
With the flock grazing at grass keep Charlie's been busy mucking out the poly tunnel, he says the job is a marathon and not a sprint.

Glad to see our lambs have been making use of a tractor trailer to shelter from the rain.

We had to jump start the tractor today, the battery is flat. Charlie found the ignition had been switched on; we believe a trespasser I witnessed run off attempted to steal it.

The tractor started with just a few turns, so we continued to spread muck onto the paddock.


He's made a dent in the muck pile already. The poly tunnel was purpose built to the size of the tractor and trailer. It's better to muck out this time of year, less horrible swarm of flies.
1st
This morning I walked to the top of the farmhouse paddock and observed a golden sunlight; during late afternoon, a haze settled in the valley; I walked around checking the welfare of our lambs, they're looking great, and I have benefited from healing being around and about these animals.



It's been a quiet May day, I did not associate with any morris dancing or druid rituals as I used to do. Those days have gone, I am relieved to not be about them.