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This morning I've returned to Woodburn Farmhouse, have plans to finish off decorating the spinning room and alas begin carding last years fleeces. Today is supposed to be Charlie's day off work, but we've been to Hawick three times for shopping, type one stone, and fuel and sheep supplies. There are so many jobs to be done at the farmhouse, that we don't get days off. and when we do we explore (coddiwomple).

Alas our poly tunnel is mucked out, next hydrated lime (an ancient disinfectant to prevent wet mouth), a bale of straw (disinfectant) and returned sheep. Next month I'm rewiring the CCTV system, for lambing, and optimising surveillance of the farmhouse.

We would usually get building supplies at Doves, but Charlie was overcharged, so we shop for type one stone at Jewson instead.

I love living in Scotland, and enjoy the company of Scottish people; tradition is important and its enamouring to see Scottish people celebrate their culture and customs, as historically daunting as they may sometimes be for an English man to witness. I do miss England sometimes, in ways, as English identity is not forged on anti-Scottish sentiment.

Endeared to see Charlie helping the workman with his forklift whilst tolerating a heavy downpour of rain; beyond professionalism it's important to be supportive of each other.

I am dismayed to witness using a bottle jack for uncoupling; but the trailer is very heavy.

After uncoupling the trailer we returned to Hawick, stopping at Harbo to pick up lick buckets, ewe pellets, coal and peat.

The ewes grazing at grass keep are running out of grass; soon they will return to Woodburn; they occupy grass keep between the months of May and November.