Gilnockie Bridge, Dumfriesshire 1st June 2025
June 2025
I won't be taking any photos next month or the month after, so no new diary entires (July to August 25).
30th
These sweet peas



have blossomed.
22nd
To take in the beautiful scenery and sample coffee and cake at the Glen Cafe, Charlie and I took a car trip to St. Mary's Loch.

Café was busy, but after ordering the table area cleared of customers so we seated ourselves at an empty table.






After driving into Moffat, we went to the Coop to shop for groceries before visiting the Moffat Mill, we've been watching a short film about the looms there.
19th
My last debt was paid off this morning, so I'm debt-free. My credit report might not be updated for six weeks.
18th
My blood oxygen level fell to 92% on Saturday afternoon, but I believe my Apple Watch is giving me a false reading. After using a grass trimmer for a few days, my body is swollen from touching grass clippings. After work, Charlie picked me up, and we drove to Roxburgh Viaduct in the evening.











Strolled along a viaduct and a disused railway track, then crossed a footpath bridge and followed the River Teviot path into Roxburgh village. While entering my residence in Ancrum, two female residents snubbed me as they passed by. Despite this, I did not try to acknowledge them. Some residents in Ancrum engage in anti-social sadism by returning to the act of snubbing.
17th
Doubled the resources of my host via transferring 6.5GB of data (size of this website) to a new VPS; rebuilding this server from scratch with only a few minutes of downtime whilst DNS resolved. Closed down my iCloud, not wanting Apple to have access to every photograph I take on my iPhone.




After fixing the filament inside Woodburn Farmhouse's boiler, Charlie took me for an evening drive to Cessford Castle. Within the castle grounds a mixed bag of sheep grazed, Suffolks, Cheviots etc, I could not help notice them for stepping over sheep poo. Walkers wearing backpacks arrived from St Cuthberts way.
15th
Returned to the Farmhouse, mowed the front garden, then pulled a wheelbarrow of rhubarb.


Our potato crop is on the verge of blossoming.

Peas.

Swede.

Charlie built a fence along the sheep holding area, this is the first evening our weaned lambs have been out of their poly tunnel.
14th
This is the reason I convinced Charlie to acquire a work vehicle.

Described as a mobile barn, it was covered in smears of animal feces, hay, straw, and chaff.


He kindly gave me a lift to the Coop in Jedburgh; I'm not going to the Ancrum Village Fete because Ancrum is a phobic village.







Charlie took me out for a drive, and after stopping in Earlstone to buy some sugary biscuits, we strolled along the Tweed River.
13th
Year one of my first garden, wow!

Ok, this photograph was taken at dusk, so the quality is not that great.
12th
Charlie doesn't have to work this morning, and I like having him here with me. Charlie, a farmworker, is busy this time of year producing silage, but since we need the money, it's okay with us.
11th
Achieved significant coverage by spraying herbicide yesterday; nearly all dock leafs, thistles, and nettles on the paddock are dying or dead.





This area of land (and barn) has been neglected since it was taken from Charlie; an abundance of dock leaves appears to be emerging from this location.

These thistles were allowed to go to seed last year.

Our sheep are not well-received by our neighbour in Woodburn, who is reportedly constructing a barn conversion with multiple bedrooms for her grandparents.


She acquired the stone barn; the planning application was approved without any opposition. Subsequently, she acquired the wooden barn and the land from Charlie by purchasing them from his landlord.

Land allocated for an access drive.

Charlie's landlord did not factor in emergency access to Woodburn Farm's septic tank, so now plans to take more land away to allow an access drive, further squeezing Woodburn farmhouse against the hillside. Charlie built the black poly tunnel to lamb his sheep, but the next neighbour along (another developer) complained about “run off” from the poly tunnel.
Many individuals have made comments to me regarding the unsightly appearance of his residence in Borthwick Valley; it was not permitted to be elevated beyond one floor. He became upset that he would not be able to have the largest house in Woodburn; he also owns a large field where he runs his noisy dogs. There are many examples of developers destroying farms, and Woodburn is no different.
Not everybody who comes to Woodburn ruins our farmhouse, House Martins build nests, we also have bats, badgers, and rabbits that once thrived in the stone barn next door. Other developers have not encroached upon Charlies farmhouse, as two log cabins have also been built within Woodburn without visual and crowding effect on residents already here.
10th
I'm currently at the farmhouse, coding this website and applying herbicide to the dock leaves after downloading and deleting 13,000 photos from my iCloud account.

After spot spraying the 0.4 hectare paddock at Woodburn Farmhouse, I accompanied Charlie to the grass keep to conduct a welfare check on our teg flock. Half of the flock still require shearing.

In the evening, Charlie cut logs for our fire with the chainsaw and axe while I made cottage pie for dinner. Our days are constantly filled with tasks.
9th
Forty percent of the fragile flowers at my house in Ancrum have fallen from their stems after my neighbour was caught on CCTV lifting and dropping a heavy pot onto her paving slabs close to my flower garden, causing vibrations that damaged the plants.

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 a turbulent ocean of malicious abuses inflicted upon life sanctities.

I will turn my CCTV on Mrs. Nelson and upload the footage to this website if she repeats this action. I am tired of tolerating the malcontent of others, and I no longer wonder why her visiting daughters keep her antics at a distance. Mrs. Nelson is destructive and selfish.
8th
Just two weeks have passed since we last weeded our kitchen garden, and it has already overgrown. The leeks have flowered, and Cinnabar Moth caterpillars have started eating our cabbages that didn't make it. We have broccoli and onions, but parsnips and other vegetables have not shown up. However, potatoes, swede, and peas are thriving.




We began weaning some lambs we still have from this year's lambing; the mother ewes and one tup are being taken to grass keep. It will be noisy all night because lambs are crying for their mothers. That's farm life, right?

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

We're trying to clear the paddock of sheep, 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.

We walked toward a Lighthouse along the Pier.

At the start of the Pier, I could smell sewage.

However, I was unable to resist the overwhelming sense of openness.