Gilnockie Bridge, Dumfriesshire 1st June 2025
June 2025
There will be no diary posts next month or the month after (July - August 25) as I will not be taking any pictures.
11th
Achieved significant coverage spraying herbicide yesterday; nearly all dock leafs, thistles, and nettles on the paddock are dying or dead.

Infestation of docks arises from here.
and Thisles from here.
This morning is sunny, I read temperatures could rise to 34c, extremely hot for Scottish Borders; even in the summer we have icy breezes.
10th
Downloaded and deleted thirteen thousand photographs from my iCloud account; today I'm at the farmhouse, treating dock leaves with herbicide and coding this website.

After spot spraying Woodburn Farmhouse's 0.4 hectare paddock, I joined Charlie to do a welfare check on our teg flock at grass keep; half of this flock still require shearing.

During the evening, Charlie used the chainsaw and axe to chop logs for our open fire, whilst I prepared cottage pie for our evening meal. Our days are always busy with to do.
9th
CCTV camera caught my neighbour lifting and dropping a heavy pot upon her paving slabs near my flower garden, creating vibrations to damage plants in my garden; forty percent of delicate flowers have fallen from their stems at my house in Ancrum.

Paranoid eavesdropping neighbour opposite, and spiteful neighbour that traumatises petals from delicate flowers to the left of me. Maybe we're all unwell, but damaging my garden and installing a special microphone to listen in on my conversations is damaging; but a mere drop in an turbulent ocean of malicious abuses inflicted upon life sanctities.

If Mrs Nelson repeats this action I'll turn my CCTV upon her and upload the footage to this website; I'm tired of tolerating people's malcontent, I no longer wonder why her visiting daughters keep her antics at arms length; because she is destructive and selfish.
8th
Our kitchen garden has overgrown, it's been only a fortnight since we last weeded. Our leeks have gone to flower, and Cinnabar Moth caterpillars have begun devouring our failed cabbages. Potatoes, swede and peas are flourishing; we have onions and broccoli, but parsnips and other vegetables have failed to appear.




We started weening several lambs that we have left from this years lambing; mother ewes and one tup are being transported to grass keep. It's going to be a noisy evening and night, with lambs crying for their mother ewes, farm life eh.

We have took the pickup off road, registered as SORN, the truck is taxed till November but won't be until March 26 when we have enough money to make repairs. We purchased this Nissan Almeria as a workhorse, tow our livestock trailer and transport grain, hay and small square bales of straw.

Were trying to clear the paddock of sheep so allowing me to proceed spraying dock leafs with herbicide; however one dorset ewe is refusing to come down.
7th
Today we visited Berwick on Tweed.

Walked along the Pier to the Lighthouse.

At the begining of the Peir I could smell sewage.

However I could not help but appreciate the vast open space.
6th
Officially, I've been resident in Ancrum 1 year 3 days, despite being open and friendly, other than conversation with neighbours, I've not made a friend within this partisan phobic village. Was this world once humane, or is humanity a false memory? What psychopath takes sadistic pleasure from inflicting such a hapless, pre-existent deprivation upon vulnerable people?

West and East views from an stone bridge over the Kelso Line.

Charlie took me for a coddiwomple, I'd been inside the house all day with my anxieties, opening the car roof, having warm air rush over me is bliss after suffering confinement from ailing mental health. I'd walk onto bridges to acquire this comforting feeling, but members of the public rang me in as suicidal, police came, detained me under the mental health act.

Same picture taken with my iPhones wide angle lens.

I've self censored much writing about my mental health, as stigmatisation further isolates me into seclusion; a pre-existence exploited by a pervasive ostracism, incurring detachment and loneliness. But I have Charlie and Sam, he shares his life even though I have no life to share with him; a wonderful man Charlie is to have befriended this disturbed person I became.


Not many places in this country, when you can go, from valley to valley and feel as though you are in a different world, as ostracism follows to reep inclusion, violation is the aperitif.

Kelso Line at Rutherford, we found a lonely owl, a displaced intermediary creating a passage between dark and light.

Tonight I have a place to go, but for decades, this wasn't so. Returning to Ancrum I cooked Charlie mince and onion, buttered mash tatties, complimented with brocolli and carrots.
5th
The plastic seal on my B12 (Hydroxocobalamin) box has been cut open, have no idea how this has happened as this ampule box has not been administered by a nurse yet.

At 10:40am I recieved this injection, at 2:45pm still alive from "fear it do it anyway", because unlike detachment paranoia inflicted by social deprivation, pernicious anemia is real.
4th
Strimmed front garden at Woodburn and added 200 image descriptions today.
Charlie had his new work car delivered, a twenty year old Nissan Almeria SE. The delivery driver asked if I knew Jonnie Armstrong, retrospective is weird and cranky.

To tax my Mini Cooper and his Nissan Almeria is cheaper than taxing our L200 Warrior!
3rd
Drivers make it a thing to overtake us, when we're leaving a town, or county; so much that infrequently they'll risk ours, their lives and also the life of others. It's as though they are attempting to ill fate us into having an accident. Took the picture below through my wing mirror.

And this picture as we overtook them just before we arrived into Langholm.

Angry car with creepy people, flashing lights and hurling abuse at us. Travelling along the A7 at the Scottish Borders / Dumfriesshire border, they overtook us after we overtook a log lorry, that's when the abuse began and ended the other side of Langholm, as we pulled into a lay-by. Since returning from India, hate directed at my life has been endless.