Fire service

We attempted to put the heap out days ago, and thought it out after pouring gallons of water over the white and orange embers; but the heap has since relit. This morning we have spread out the muck heap and poured water over it; I get a sneaking suspicion that this has had a knock on effect some place else, ho-hum. There is no measure of contempt with narcissists, stated in her letter dated 15th September she has already discussed the matter with all our neighbours, but she had already talked to the neighbours when the heap was smoking days ago.

The smoke has no chemical, but repulsed she views the heap as "excrement", now I'm thinking about urban people moving their contempt to whiffs of the countryside. She accuses us of lighting the heap, which is untrue. We doused the flames, using full to the brim sheep energy buckets to carry and disperse the water. Smoke is annoying, she cannot open her windows, but to first take the issue to our neighbourhood instead of knocking our door is quite worrying as covert "non-direct complaint".

It seems the September, Scottish Borders heat wave we experienced several days ago has ended with fine rain, so hopefully social stability will return. Returning yesterday we noticed burning fires in the surrounding area, notably a barn, located on the Ashkirk to Roberton road, that had half melted with the heat of their fire, perhaps more muck fires we thought. Charlie is planning to complete the mucking out of the poly tunnel, I fear we're lucky the fire did not start in the poly tunnel as it could spread and possibly burned the farmhouse down, ho-hum. We like our neighbours and are formal with them, I hope these events have not lastingly impaired the mental health of our correspondence (locality consists mostly of farmers) and that of our troubled neighbour(s?).

Knock on effect of events have also made us self-aware of the farmhouse's smoky incinerator, although she has never complained our other neighbour (resident a thousand yards away) hangs out her washing regularly, this is not something countryside people of the Borders do but in hindsight of recent events our rusted incinerator (which is not located near any muck heaps) will not be relit but will be removed. Charlie is transporting muck to the paddock, this is becoming slippy wet making the job dangerous. Improvements to the poly tunnel include repairing the plastic trap, fortifying the structure and improving ventilation; there will also be fewer sheep this winter as we have halved the size of the flock, (than that of last years flock).

We drove into Hawick through pouring rain, this is forecast till Wednesday next week. Through a steamed window screen a figure eight appeared; this did not appear drawn by hand and the placement (lower right) was difficult to gain access to draw a near perfect circle. We've never seen this before, strange.