Kelso Line, Rutherford, 6th June 2025
June 2025
6th
Officially, I have been a resident of Ancrum for one year and three days. Despite my openness and amiable demeanour, I have not established any friendships within this partisan-phobic village, except for conversations with my neighbours. Is humanity a falsified memory, or was this world once humane? Does a psychopath derive sadistic pleasure from subjecting vulnerable individuals to such a foolish, pre-existing deprivation?

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

Charlie took me for a coddiwomple. I had been stressed out and stuck inside all day, so opening the car roof and feeling the warm air rush over me was heaven after being stuck inside all day. I would walk onto bridges to experience this comforting sensation; however, members of the public reported that I was suicidal, and the police arrived to detain me under the mental health act.

I took this photo using the wide-angle lens on my iPhone.

Since stigmatisation further isolates me into seclusion, I have self-censored a lot of writing about my mental health. This pre-existing condition is exploited by widespread ostracism, which causes detachment and loneliness. Sam and I have a friend named Charlie, who shares his life with me, even though I have nothing to share with him. Charlie is a wonderful man for having made friends with 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 reap inclusion, violation is the apéritif.

In addition, we encountered a solitary owl at Rutherford, a displaced intermediary that serves as a bridge between darkness and light.

Tonight I have a place to go, but for decades, this wasn't so. Upon returning to Ancrum, I prepared Charlie mince and onion, buttered mash tatties, and broccoli and carrots.
5th
It is unclear how the plastic seal on my B12 (Hydroxocobalamin) box was compromised, as it has not yet been administered by a nurse.

At 10:40am I received this injection, at 2:45pm still alive from “fear it do it anyway” because unlike detachment paranoia inflicted by social deprivation, pernicious anaemia is real.
4th
I trimmed the front garden at Woodburn and added 200 image descriptions to this website today.
Charlie received his new work vehicle, a Nissan Almeria SE that is twenty years old. The delivery driver inquired whether I was acquainted with Johnnie Armstrong. Retrospectively, it is peculiar and unsettling.

My Mini Cooper and his Nissan Almeria cost less to tax than our L200 Warrior!
3rd
When we are departing a town or county, it is customary for them to overtake us. This is so common that they are willing to risk their lives, as well as the lives of others. It's as though they are deliberately trying to ill fate us into having an accident. The picture below was taken by me through my wing mirror.

We took this photo as we passed them right before we entered Langholm.

Angry car with creepy people, flashing lights and hurling abuse at us. They overtook us after we overtook a log lorry on the A7 at the Scottish Borders/Dumfriesshire border. This is when the abuse commenced, and it concluded on the other side of Langholm as we pulled into a lay-by. The hatred aimed at my life has been unending since I returned from India.
2nd
There were plenty of white bulbs to remove before I filled the space with a bag of compost and a delphinium plant. That day, I dug out the last lily bed next to my house wall.


Charlie came home from work in the afternoon, and we had coffee before going to Selkirk to shear some ewe lambs.

One of my ewe lambs was the first to be sheared; she was particularly jumpy before being selected for the procedure.




To keep them from getting caught in the shears, it's important to keep them calm. The worst dags typically occur in the sheep that are sheared first.

Before his sole battery started to die, Charlie had sheared two ewe lambs.

We are uncertain as to why individuals throw old rope into our field, except for tying the legs of our sheep; this is a frequent occurrence, given the remoteness of our grass keep. We find that the rope is far too long and thick for the wind to pick it up and carry it away.

We'll find a use for the bagged fleeces, even though they're not in the best condition.


Charlie showed me the difference between his two shearing blades, one of which was wider than the other.

Scent is such a wonderful experience when you're traumatised numb, I focused on scent in my garden to help me heal latent trauma.
1st
Charlie fired up his sixty-one-year-old tractor; towed a severely broken pickup from Woodburn Farmhouse driveway.

We had many dock leaves around the farmhouse, less on the paddock this year, but we have powerful herbicide for them.

While on our way to Silloth, we stopped at First Bite in Langholm. The coffee and cake at this café are delicious, and Sticks and Stuff is also a great place to check out.

We have yet to visit the Tower; however, we have discovered the local legend of Johnnie Armstrong.







After locating a riverbank stop to enjoy our First Bite takeout, we drove into this location.


After that, we drove directly to Silloth and parked behind an ice cream van facing the sea.

The tide was in, the cold wind hurt my teeth whilst choppy waves rocked themselves upon Silloths long sea wall.

Anglers fished with some patience, but had not caught much of a fish supper.


I attempted to capture a panoramic photograph by pointing my camera toward the sea; however, waves pushed water through gaps in a concrete launch ramp.

Turbulent and choppy waves.

To see beyond outer darkness; from inner light. Charlie is eager to play Silloth's games.

We also played table hockey, which Charlie won six games to four.

Standing in front of a locked pagoda under a moody sky was quite something.

Whilst Charlie waited to get our fish and chips, I looked around Silloth. It's so strange that this store sells breast milk and locks of people's hair. Is it jewellery for inclusion?

I am at odds with having my photographs automatically uploaded to iCloud, my friend repeating “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” still spooks me somewhat. I need to back up and download, then cancel my Apple subscription. We enjoyed our fish and chips, then drove south along the coastline.

We wound down our car roof, the breeze was wisp fresh as the sunlight radiated down upon us.

We briefly stopped at a car park at Beckfoot, pulling over to enjoy ice cream at Twentymans ice-cream Parlour in Allonby. We were both fatigued after a long day of activities, so we turned to Woodburn.