November 2024

18th

Our Freelander TD4 is to be retired, this 4x4 drove the mile and more; what a Landrover classic! We drove 150 miles, into Wales to purchase this truck.

If our tractor had not drove into the rear of this truck, three times, this truck would have been driving through its MOT until May 2025.

14th

Sunrise, you see this hedge, its the only surviving part of the ex-residents garden that wasn't cut down by the housing association. Ancrum had an annaul prize for the best kept garden and this resident won that competition, year on year.

Ancrum village green.

Four months I've lived here, more people spoke to me here in the first two weeks than they did 18 months living in Hawick. I like living in a village, although not all villagers are likeable, but we are Christians here, love thy neighbour and all that (Leviticus 19:18 and Matthew 22:39); unless you are an partisan anti-christ enabler reversing moralities written in the bible.

13th

I often go on wanderings I call Codiwomple, today I photographed my wander about Ancrum Kirkyard.

The Kirkyard also functions as a Common Wealth graveyard.

A very corroded hogback.

A civilised religion, smashed and overturned by primordial rage, enabled by all-out betrayal.

I always knew, deep, deep down, that the Amalek (am lak, 'a people who lick blood') church despised Jesus; if he were ever found, would endeavor to possess, by flaying him hapless.

Castle hill.

Nowhere is "racism" or "racist" mentioned in the bible; an alienating false doctrine, invented by 20th century Marxist socialists intending Christianity be replaced by Communism.

12th

A trip to Longtown, then Carlisle.

We wasn't expecting to find a wether, we thought we had sold them. Wether's, a castrated male lamb, don't behave the same as tups, and blend in with gimmers.

I can't remember how many times I've travelled this journey with Charlie, along the A7, through Langholm and over the border to England.

The sheep breed most sold here at this auction are Cheviots.

Ears were huge on these Border Leicesters, they look like rabbits than sheep!

The four sheep sold for around £370, we visited Gretna Green retail park then enjoyed a light lunch at the toll house.

A7 accident forced a lengthy diversion through Eskdalemuir.

9th

We drove down to Berwick on Tweed to have my spinning wheel looked at; then visited Spital Beach. This is the first time we have driven our new truck some distance; we purchased a Mitsubishi Warrior a few days ago. Our old Freelander 1 is to be retired shorty.

The truck has some problems that require fixing, hence us purchasing for slightly more than half the market value. Charlie was excited to play the penny amusements.

When I look at these photographs I hear "Win yourself a cheap tray" from Morrisey's "Every day is like Sunday" song.

And then "Share some grease tea coffee with me"; but the ice creams are delicious.

The beach was eiry quiet, reminded me of the crazy sci-fi New Zealand film The Quiet Earth (1985).

I had a dream, that I was kneeling on flat compressed sand, encircled by hooded priests; shortly afterwards all that crazy stuff happened in India to me.

I think most English people of my era have at some point in their lives experienced the Sunday song; it makes me laugh to hear them sing along to a live Morrisey in concert.

We had planned to visit the Duddo Staines, but we felt tired as the weather changed; every day became silent and grey. Seriously, I don't figure Morrissey to be on our side; he's part of a construct, us a permutation, lured into a depersonalised cast by collective romanticism.

8th

Pees and..

the poos.

7th

The Capon Tree was one of the 50 Great British Trees selected by The Tree Council in 2002 the year of the Queen's Golden Jubilee and in 2024 it was in the short list for "Tree of the Year". This is one of the last surviving trees of the ancient Scottish Jedforest.

I knew the tree had ceremonial significance to the Jedburgh Callant who, with his henchmen receives a sprig from the tree. A definition of a henchman reads as thus:

Someone who does unpleasant or illegal things for a powerful person.

From being born in England, I'm interested in psychoanalysing Scottish Anglophobic hatred in the 21st century, perhaps I am going to make this a project. Anglophobia is an indoctrinated xenophobic revulsion..

Other than 18th century propaganda the English as far as I am aware don't have any Anti-Scottish sentiment existing in present day ritualised customs or annual celebrations, less nationalism forged from anti-Scottish sentiment. I suppose there are worse things happening other than a reinactment of human hunting, historic xenophobia and legacy misogyny.

5th

I love a good community fire, alas in a village I can call home. I don't know what I enjoyed more, the fire, or the excitement from the fire being there.

A woman in London said to me "all you'll ever be is ash".

No fireworks this year, we had one extra sparkler, I gave to a steward to give to a child.

4th

A picture of this years cade lamb, she sits inside the ringfeeder chewing her cud.

I called her stumpy cause her legs did not work due to selenium deficancy.

2nd

Our poly tunnel is ready for occupation, ewes in lamb will be joining these gimmers during the next couple of days. This year we have only forty sheep, our lowest winter flock so far; we may even let some gimmers and a few ewes in lamb go in the coming weeks.

I'm enjoy conversation, so do feel free to comment on these diary entries. Charlie returned from feeding coos, with a trailer full of grain and a bale of hay.

We have about one and a half tonne of gain in the hopper, enough to last the winter. It's calming being with the gimmers, although when the ewes in lamb return that'll change.