November 2025

11th

A racist person is a zealot who is obsessed with race. These people usually accuse others of racism.

10th

Our final grass keep film is being produced, as all of our flock has been returned to Woodburn and our tenancy is set to expire on the 28th. We will likely not be returning to the small paddock next year due to the open and closed gate issues that are associated with the telephone call notification access necessary to care for the sheep in this paddock.

Why is it necessary for residents of Ancrum to accelerate on residential streets? Their focus is more on making their kids narcissistic by putting too much pressure on them on the football field than on keeping them safe in the village. The last time I told someone to slow down, they retaliated by speeding past my house. Living here disturbs me.

Without regard for the absence of criminal convictions, Far-Right residents, including a local MSP and her political party, exploit irrational concerns about "the safety of women and children" to demonise and marginalise vulnerable minorities. Their fingers scrolling irrational fears, curtain twitching, pretending that their fantastical, idyllic world was in danger.

East German individuals were frequently targeted by the STASI on a preemptive and preventive basis to restrict or halt the activities of cultural incorrectness that they may have subsequently engaged in. These techniques were intended as a kind of "silent repression" that would dismantle, discredit, and immobilise people behind "a facade of social normalcy."

If human rights are designated as a selective privilege, how many exceptions are there? what are your demons?

9th

All the flock—or what was left of them—returns to Woodburn from the grass keep. A lunatic attempted to force our car off the A698 Jedburgh Road, demonstrating a life-threatening level of desperation, in an attempt to overtake us. Whenever we leave a town and head east, this happens a lot. We were almost chased off the road.

8th

Returned to Wolfcleuch and produced a film about the Waterfall, accompained by Charlie I wore wellies to get through the burns.

Later, I ate and drank at the Hawick Wetherspoon's pub while uploading a video of our walk to Wolfcluech Waterfall.

7th

Charlie took me to Woodburn at first light after I had finished editing and posted two videos to YouTube. Charlie went to work whilst I traversed Craik forest to capture footage of the waterfall in Wolfcleugh. Because it hasn't been taken care of, the path to the waterfall is in terrible shape, with many obstacles like downed trees blocking the way. The forest management is opposed to visitors, as they do not wish for the public to be aware that a significant portion of our land has been transformed into inaccessible darkness. The forest has been depopulated, with the structures being disassembled brick by brick.

The community has been embroiled in a dispute over a private firing range located within the Craik forest. While the community works out ways to get through the forest, the forest is growing into grazing land. Against the wishes of the locals, massive wind turbines and towering pylons cast their shadows across the Borders. Historic mills that were once prosperous are demolished after years of dilapidation. Our industry was outsourced to a location that was incapable of providing sustenance. Farmers burn their wool because it is not worth the diesel to transport and the wool board will pay almost nothing.

Politicians talk over us while wearing expensive wool clothes; the hotel business she runs is failing, so she tells us how great the wool board is.

6th

Charlie stated that the mother ewe's condition has deteriorated and that it takes time to improve with injections. After twelve hours of trying to alleviate the lambs' suffering, I was in tears yesterday. Charlie had returned home from a ten-hour workday to a display of misery, and we were both exhausted. I conversed briefly with my friend about the Ancrum bonfire; the silver lining of our challenges today was that we refrained from attending the bonfire this year, as animosity would have served as an additional layer of misery. Remarkable that nobody was held to account for the fireworks display a few years ago.

Following an hour of discussion, we mutually consented to the euthanasia of the mother ewe and lamb; it would be cruel to continue to sustain them. Both are paddling through the later, final stage of CNN, and the medication prescribed by the veterinarians is not yielding favorable results. Life has tough choices.

The knacker man came and bolted the mother ewe and her lamb. I was glad that they were no longer in pain. He claimed that he was unaware of any sheep recovering from CNN. We drove to Hawick and purchased lick buckets and ewe pellets before Charlie shopped at the supermarket.

There were cases of cade lambs in the Scottish Borders not getting enough selenium, but they got better. This CNN, Cerebrocortical Necrosis is a awful disease, our objective now will be to focus on delivering B1 supplements to the flock, especially as they are now in lamb.

5th

Twelve hours have passed since the lamb and mother ewe's injection, and they are feeling even worse this morning. Charlie called the veterinarian and returned to the farmhouse with injections of antibiotic and steroids. The little lamb has nearly lost her balance, and he declared that it is now a matter of life or death after administering the medication.

I am observing her to ensure that she is sitting upright; she is currently leaning on the poly tunnel central feeder. Two ewes were driven into the poly tunnel from the paddock by placing the tup inside the ring feeder; the tup followed with guidance from a wooden hurdle. On the paddock, there are just three ewes; they arrive soon.

4th

Updating this here blog, plan to make another film today. We started the day by checking on the sheep at our grasskeep to make sure they were safe. Everything was fine. After Charlie hooked up the trailer, we went shopping and got two small square bales of straw and a bale of haylage.

We returned to Woodburn and relocated as many sheep as we could from the paddock to the polytunnel. We then saw that one of the lambs had gotten lost and was walking around in a circle. The ewe that was her mother had her neck lowered and was leaning slightly to the right.

Charlie, who was apprehensive, contacted the veterinarian, who responded within an hour to undertake an investigation. The mother ewe and lamb were diagnosed with two cases of CCN (thiamine (Vitamin B1) deficiency), and injections were administered. We were worried about Gid.

3rd

After sequencing,rendering and uploading my Talla film. I was compelled to edit and reupload my Moffat film after I discovered my microphone had detached..

I walked from Jedburgh to Ancrum through Jedforest.

When I got home to Ancrum, I saw that an Amazon package had brought me a book by James Hogg.

2nd

We made the trip to Moffat Mill to buy Charlie a new hat.

Since Mare's Tail was moving quickly, I used the 2x optical zoom on my iPhone 16 to its fullest.

Your photographs are a testament to the unique moments in your life that you have captured. Protect yourself from exploitation by consensually exhibiting them on your own platform. People who hate me and think I'm worthless have no right to use my experiences to support their own.

After purchasing a hat for Charlie, we dined at a high-street restaurant named Hugo's, where we were disseminated by Motown music. The food was satisfactory, but the patrons were unpleasant. We were relieved to depart after one deranged and somewhat troubled customer declared that I stank and indicated his sadistic desire to hose me down. If he thought he could get away with it, he would probably power wash my flesh off. Homeless, I was so thoroughly terrorised by individuals of his calibre that I was unable to maintain my well-being.

On the way back to Ancrum, we stopped at Talla Resivior to take some pictures.

We were pressed for time as Charlie had cattle to feed. He enjoys his job, and I think it's good for his health for him to do it in moderation.

After returning to Ancrum, I processed my footage, rendered it, and uploaded it to YouTube.

1st

We travelled five miles to the Jedburgh Morrisons post office to replenish my electric and gas supplies. However, the cashier alleged that she was unaware of how to operate the Payzone machine. Subsequently, we travelled fifteen miles to St. Boswells, where we successfully acquired electric and gas supplies. All this to push my hand into self censoring my Ancrum film from my YouTube channel. If we didn't have transportation, we ultimately would have been cut off from topping up our gas / electricity supply. Lights are turned off?

Hot Fuzz mentality refers to the idea that a community's peace and perfection are more important than individual freedoms or due process, justifying any means necessary to preserve the status quo. It is the philosophy of the fictional village of Sandford, which secretly murders anyone who threatens to disrupt its idyllic image. While looking for a psychological explanation, I found Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD); described as an intense emotional and physical pain in response to real or perceived rejection, criticism, or failure.

The American Psychiatric Association (the largest psychiatric organisation in the world) taxonomic and diagnostic tool DSM-5 doesn't list Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria as a diagnosis. Unlike RSD I suffer from eBPD, a life-long side effect from being raised by a single parent, paranoid schzophrenic mother; understand my childhood, know what a terrible upbringing is.