Farmhouse Garden

This simple farmhouse garden has lifted my mood more than type words can describe; if it were not for the ascetic of this world, I'd be dead from suicide.

Some months ago we visited a wool studio in Berwick on Tweed, Charlie had promised a couple of fleeces to the proprietor, today we delivered them. I got Charlie to stop the car, enabling me to take a picture of a field of blue flowers.

And the fake house, with painted windows, strange, why do this? for what purpose?

We also visited, for a few minutes, Union Chain Bridge near Paxton House.

Via Berwick, we stopped at Kelso, Charlie purchased me a new yellow and red floral dress in Fat Face and a ceramic rolling pin at a charity shop. This is the first time I've purchased a size 18 dress, after continuing to purchase 16's on deluded presumption that somehow I'd lose weight. I don't eat much, and I am active, so I am suspecting the gain is due to a medical problem.

Felt clarity to face the choppy coast at Spital, whilst enjoying an ice cream; many people enjoy this serene space, but I've never witnessed this place overcrowded. Not in a hurry we drove to Coldstream via Etal, and stopped to view the castle; I'd been here in Etal, at this very castle before, a couple of years ago.

Before returning to Hawick, we stopped for a drink at the Auld Cross Keys pub in Denholm. Here we were visited by a stocky "strangers" wearing a Los Angeles "RAIDERS" top, (they usually make a return visit whenever I write about their logos intrusions) his glance seem fixated upon us, but without being incoherent to his surroundings. I was sure I'd seen him some place before, some years ago at the height of stalking contentions; remembering him to be a monster.