Wee Paddock, Selkirk 10th May 2025
May 2025
8th
We woke early, as I made coffee Charlie herded sheep from holding inside our polytunnel, he walked the flock around for half an hour seperating mother ewes with their lambs. This proved difficult as their marker numbers had almost completely faded and lambs don't care so much about their mothers when almost three months old; there ready for weening.


Tagging is quick and painless, mind discomfort is from a clicking sound from the tag fastening together.

All lambs by law are ear tagged and recorded in the sheep and goat movement book.

We drove through Ashkirk, then past our old grass keep at Bothendean (just outside Bowden, at the foot of the Eildon hills), surprised to see a flock of thirty sheep doing absolutely nothing. We travelled twice to the auction as lambs require space to move within our livestock trailer.

We arrived to an empty loading bay, no drovers were to be seen anywhere, not even anybody else unloading.

After what seeming like half and hour a drover came, but did not seem to know what to do, two work colleages came and drove the sheep into their holding pen whilst Charlie handed the other our sheep and goat transit book paperwork.

Wooden sheep holding pens appear endless, capable of holding thousands of sheep.


Life is creepy, some people / couples who come to where we arrive, repeating intrusive behavours to exploit social connections; been happening for years, since 2010.

The sheep, four ewes and five lambs, sold for £1400, a significant start to financing essential repairs to our truck.
7th
Woke early, from four hours sleep. We prepared ourselves for a two mile walk into Roberton to acquire advice from a local mechanic, however a neighbour offered us a lift.

Two mechanics have stated our truck requiring a new radiator, engine and gearbox, it's going to cost thousands of pounds to repair our truck.


Later our neighbour gave Charlie a lift to Denholm to fetch a pickup allowing us to tow our pickup up a steep verge and onto the safety of our farmhouse driveway.
6th
Returning to Roberton from Bury St Edmunds our truck blew up on the A1 near Harrogate. Two attempts to ring for recovery assistance were thwarted with disconnection, and an additional request via the internet became broken, however a third call worked, and a recovery van came within fifteen minutes. The recovery man lifted the bonnet to find our radiator had blown, attempting to fill the radiator resulted in a flow of water; because our truck would not start after cooling he suspects the head gasket had blown.

Charlie searched a nearby field for five minutes to find a water trough to refill our radiator with water, to discover where the radiator was leaking. The truck did not steam much because by the time we stopped as the water had near evaporated, so large was the hole.

Darkness fell, outside there was something rumaging around in the bushes; Charlie requested I lock my door as two or three cars had briefly pulled onto the hard shoulder ahead of us.


This was completely unexpected, hoping it is not sabotage committed by those who gain satisfaction from observing us suffering and struggling. But this is different, spending an hour broken down stuck to the hard shoulder, with no protective barrier to stand ourselves behind endangered our life.
Our truck being tow relayed at Scotch Corner.

His small van could not tow our truck, so he relayed our truck's recovery. Our first tow took us to Scottish Corner, our second and final tow ended with our truck packed outside our farmhouse at 2:30am; the relay times were quick, and our drivers were of good character, TBH we were relived to be off the hard shoulder, then relieved to be returned, with our truck to the farmhouse; it was a very, very long day. We grabbed a handful of items from the truck, entered the farmhouse and retired to bed, comforted by a warm electric blanket.
5th
Charlie had filled the truck with a full tank of diesel the day before, enabling us to leave Roberton for Cambridge early; passing through Bonnington Bridge, over Carter Bar into England, down the A68 to Scotch Corner, then along the A1 to Huntingdon, turning left towards Cambridge travelling east over A604.
I got upset with Charlie getting anal with map reading, he can be so intense with route planning, triggering anxiety; he doesn't seem to trust me with directions; despite me hitchhiking all over the country for thirty years. Overall the journey to Cambridge was quite pleasant, we booked into a comfomy room within a hotel named The Clayton.



Our room was quiet, and well furnished, we enjoyed the large shower, and I was impressed that the spotlessly clean mirrors. We found alternative parking, the station wanted to charge us two days overnight parking (beginning a day at 4am) at over thirty-six pounds, but at Queen Anne car park overight car parking was free. We enjoyed fine ale in the Salisbury Arms.
4th
The dreaded black spot has appeared on the leaves of both my rose bushes in Ancrum, maybe a merciless job for pruning shears and coverage with an antifungal spray.

Choice between spray applicator (£7.99) and non-applicator spray combined with food (£18.99); I purchased:

Spray is potentially damaging to bees, so I'm contemplating replacing with fungal resistant varieties such as Rosa 'Charles de Mills' and Rosa 'Mortimer Sackler'.
Charlie, as promised took me for a drive to help relieve my tension, he drove a long way enabling me to take some photographs to share with you.
3rd
Charlie took me to Woodside garden centre and purchased an Oak Green man as an early birthday present (51 years old on the 13th); masculine energy is welcomed into our garden.


We visited Jedburgh to purchase Charlie a pair of trousers, then visited TROC antiques. I returned to Woodburn farmhouse to help Charlie load a generator.

Charlies quince bush has bloomed many flowers this year.

Bluebells.

We've purchased wood locally to edge our kitchen garden path, pleased to see weeds have not returned in the area of soil I dug over.

Called in on Charlies elderly neighbour, his brother is away so we wanted to know he's doing OK for things. Took some photographs of the flowers around the farmhouse.
2nd
I don't ride my mountain bike enough, so peddled to Woodside garden centre to purchase a climbing Jasmine plant for my new trellis.

This yellow rapeseed is awful, to me it's such an allergen, the pollen makes my chest wheeze.

Over the road is Harestanes, there is a restuarant and a ice cream parlor; I enjoyed Strawberry icecream before returning to Ancrum.


Loving the wild garlic and also the mayflower along the A68. Charlie returned to Ancrum after work, and put up my new trellis near a drain pipe, covering over a CCTV tube.
1st
I have chosen a photograph of Honesty for this months diary; yet another virtue wrongfuly despised as a privilege. A very quiet and solitary May Day for me this year, although I watched many festive celebrations webcast over the internet. A miss over which images to use for this months diary, maybe I'll change them later.