Wee Paddock, Selkirk 10th May 2025
May 2025
10th
Took a trip to Selkirk to shear some sheep.
In general, the sheep were calm, or at least as calm as sheep can be.




Fleece is exceptionally sheared!

Not sheared and sheared.


This was Charlie's first shear of this year, and the first time he used his electric battery-powered sheers.
9th
Our pickup truck blowing up on the A1 has affected Charlie, he was lost for thought after pulling into the hard shoulder. I had to find the number and ring the RAC twice, then attempt rescue via an online form, before being given a working number. But our resolve is unshakeable, we are committed and absolutely determined to fix our truck, ASAP.



Although it may not seem like much, this garden is the first one I've ever had, and it holds greater significance for me because Charlie takes pride in it. we have been growing potatoes, swedes, parsnips, long beans, spinach, peppers, and other things all year. This area was primarily a sheep dung heap two years ago, but now it has rich compost.

His name is Sam, and he's been very friendly today.

Took a walk through Woodburn glen to relieve anxiety, Charlie is back in an hour, enough time to collect a gift box for my faery friend; she is an awesome women.
8th
While I prepared coffee, Charlie herded sheep from the holding area within our poly tunnel. For thirty minutes, he walked the flock, separating mother ewes from their lambs. This is challenging because the lambs are almost three months old and ready for weening; their marker numbers have nearly completely faded.


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

By law, lambs are ear-tagged and their movements are documented in the sheep and goat movement book.

I was shocked to see a flock of thirty sheep doing nothing at all when I drove past our former grass keep at Bothendean, which is located at the base of the Eildon hills, just outside of Bowden, after passing Ashkirk. Lambs need room to move around in our livestock trailer, so we made two trips to the auction.

Upon arriving at the loading bay, there were no drovers in sight, nor was anyone else unloading.

After what appeared to be a half hour, a drover arrived, but he appeared to be unsure of what to do. Two work colleges arrived and drove the sheep into their holding pen, while Charlie handed the sheep and goat transit book paperwork.

It seems like there are endless sheep holding pens that can accommodate thousands of sheep.


Sometimes creepy people or couples show up at our destination and do annoying things to take advantage of our social connections. This has been going on for years, since 2010.

Four ewes and five lambs were among the sheep that sold for £1400, which was a substantial first step towards paying for necessary repairs for our truck.
7th
I woke up early after four hours of sleep. We planned to walk two miles into Roberton to consult a local mechanic, but a neighbour offered to give us a lift.

According to mechanics, our truck needs a new engine, gearbox, and radiator; the repairs will cost thousands of pounds.


After Charlie's neighbour offered to drive him to Denholm to pick up a pickup, we were able to tow it up a steep verge and onto the safety of our farmhouse driveway.
6th
Returning from Bury St Edmunds our truck blew up on the A1 near Harrogate. Disconnections happened when they tried to call for help with recovery, and they also happened when they tried to make another request over the internet. After fifteen minutes, a recovery van arrived after a third call was successful. The recovery man discovered that our radiator had ruptured when he lifted the bonnet. The attempt to refill the radiator resulted in a water flow. He suspects that the head gasket may have ruptured because our truck would not start after cooling.

For five minutes, Charlie searched a nearby field to locate a water trough to replenish our radiator with water and identify the source of the leak. The truck did not steam much because the hole was so big by the time we stopped and the water had almost evaporated.

As dusk fell, something was rummaging in the bushes outside, and Charlie asked me to lock my door because two or three cars had pulled onto the hard shoulder in front of us for a short time.


It came as a complete surprise, and I hope it's not sabotage by those who take pleasure in seeing us suffer and struggle. This is different; being stuck on the hard shoulder for an hour while broken down and without a barrier to protect us put our lives in danger.
At Scotch Corner, the truck is being towed.

He relayed the recovery of our truck because his little van was unable to tow it. Our initial tow led us to Scottish Corner, while our second and final tow concluded with our truck being packed outside our farmhouse at 2:30 a.m. The relay times were prompt, and our drivers were of commendable character. It was a very, very long day, and we were relieved to be off the hard shoulder. We were also relieved to be returned to the farmhouse with our truck. We grabbed a handful of items from the truck, entered the farmhouse and retired to bed, comforted by a warm electric blanket.
5th
We left Roberton early for Cambridge because Charlie had loaded the truck with diesel the day before. We went through Bonnington Bridge, over Carter Bar into England, down the A68 to Scotch Corner, then along the A1 to Huntingdon, turning left towards Cambridge and heading east over the A604.
Despite my thirty years of hitchhiking across the nation, Charlie doesn't seem to trust me with directions, and he can be extremely intense when planning his route, which causes anxiety. The trip to Cambridge was quite enjoyable; we reserved a comfortable room at The Clayton hotel.



We loved the spacious shower, the room was peaceful and well-furnished, and the immaculately clean mirrors amazed me. The station attempted to charge us for two days of overnight parking, which would commence at 4 a.m., at a rate exceeding thirty-six pounds. However, we were able to locate alternative parking at the Queen Anne car park, which was free. We enjoyed good beer at the Salisbury Arms.
4th
Two rose bushes in Ancrum have the awful black spot on their leaves. Maybe harsh pruning and an antifungal spray will resolve this issue.

Choosing between a non-applicator spray with food (£18.99) and a spray applicator (£7.99), I bought:

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 Center and bought me an Oak Green Man as an early birthday present (I turn 51 on the 13th); we welcome male energy into our garden.


I went to TROC antiques after buying Charlie pants in Jedburgh. Charlie requested assistance in loading a generator at the Woodburn farmhouse.

Charlies quince bush has bloomed many flowers this year.

Bluebells.

I am pleased to report that the weeds have not returned in the soil over which I excavated, as I have purchased wood locally to edging our kitchen garden path.

We checked in on Charlie's elderly neighbour to make sure he was doing well because his brother is away. Okay, a few pictures of the flowers surrounding the farmhouse.
2nd
I rarely ride my mountain bike, so I pedalled to Woodside Garden Centre to acquire 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.