Fuel

Freezing mist also forms over the fast running Borthwick river; the coldest place situated within the valley is, ironically, the graveyard. Borthwick water sees some tourism through the summer, families camp beside by the water between April and June, usually before blood sucking midges arrive. Many of these people swim in the Borthwick, but not me, I know septic tanks discharge into the Borthwick, down the glen, along almost every burn in the Valley. Beyond the valley Alemoor, toward Ettrick, becomes litter strewn from tourism, but also I suspect neds from local towns. Also there is a holiday park with amenities, it's up the road from a naff pub, serves beer that'll make ye wretch, doubt they clean their tap lines often.

Charlie pushed me into telephoning for an emergency dentist appointment; I received two callbacks before an appointment was booked for 3:45pm. The dentist diagnosed me with severe periodontitis, then spent twenty minutes scraping my teeth with an electric drill; she also stated the need for a filling. It's been three hours since my treatment, and I'm beginning to feel better; although it's going to take a while for this raging infection to leave my face alone, no antibiotics. Tonight I had some time out from cooking, opening and heating two tins of canned soup. Charlie enjoyed Cross and Blackwell Stilton and Broccoli, whilst I spooned Baxter's Cream of Chicken; I dislike Stilton and Broccoli; remember doing a lengthy hike to a remote bothy then opening a tin, truly disappointed with build up of anticipation! Anyhow, we both enjoyed the soup, simple things can be better than complexity.