Galalaw

I've been living here fourteen months and made no friends within this town; I am optimistic that where I am moving will be different; otherwise I'll be holding this inhumanity of social isolation to account. This afternoon I walked to Galalaw viewpoint, halfway along my ascent I met a friendly horse, who became spooked by my spherical camera.

Further along, Charlie rang, and I arranged to meet him on the hilltop; the weather was sunny, with dreamy fluffy white and grey clouds. I enjoyed the walk, fresh air helped alleviate anxiety from cPTSD.

Leaving Galalaw we drove towards Selkirk, turning left at Ashkirk onto the road to Roberton; this road is an ascetically pleasing drive, and sometimes preferable to the quicker hassle traffic route of Hawick town centre. I've grown fond of the Scottish Borders.

We played carpet bowls tonight, I enjoy the collaborative social aspect rather than the individual competition of this indoor game. However I am getting annoyed with my bowls being kicked off the carpet; when rolled to a stop, clearly over the marked line. This has happened on two occasions, that are connected; sensing unfairness, I petitioned a vocalised protest.

I am pleased that Charlie is enjoying the game; I'm optimistic the inclusion will prevent him returning to social isolation of a hermit.