As we pulled into Longtown cattle market, there was a long dual queue to offload our sheep.
By the side of our 4x4 was a young farmer eager to unload, Charlie lacked patience with him suspecting he was going to pull in front of us which proved unfounded.
I told Charlie to have more patience with the younger generation; however the young farmer made an offhand remark as Charlie carefully pulled away from the loading bay where the young farmer had aligned his trailer very close to our 4x4, how testosterone burns civility.
After enjoying a large breakfast at the cattle market cafe, we walked around the pens, where I discovered a flock of Herdwick sheep. Since we purchased a Herwick ewe Charile is no longer reffering the breed as awful things, maybe they'll be some Herdwick's returning to the farmhouse with us in the future? As we left the pens a stranger "apologised" to me, whatever for I do not know, but his projected was creepy, not unlike many other projections that had made unfounded "apologies" to me. Unnerved, I followed Charlie into the auctioning hall and watched a young Herdwick tup sell for a mere £50.
Returning to Hawick, we turned diverted onto a right turn after Langholm, following a small lane towards Langholm moor; I adore the stalk scenic views of this wild and free area, a place to breathe, restful.
We seen some goats and wondered about a goat with poorly kids we'd seen here months before.
Passing over a black and white painted bridge we turned left and parked beside Tarras Water.
Overlooking Newcastleton we stopped to observe another panoramic view.
Only a brisk walk back to the heated seats of the 4x4, where Charlie's smile is waiting; realising I'm now visiting this weathered wilderness, rather than tethered to extremities from within it.
By the side of our 4x4 was a young farmer eager to unload, Charlie lacked patience with him suspecting he was going to pull in front of us which proved unfounded.
I told Charlie to have more patience with the younger generation; however the young farmer made an offhand remark as Charlie carefully pulled away from the loading bay where the young farmer had aligned his trailer very close to our 4x4, how testosterone burns civility.
After enjoying a large breakfast at the cattle market cafe, we walked around the pens, where I discovered a flock of Herdwick sheep. Since we purchased a Herwick ewe Charile is no longer reffering the breed as awful things, maybe they'll be some Herdwick's returning to the farmhouse with us in the future? As we left the pens a stranger "apologised" to me, whatever for I do not know, but his projected was creepy, not unlike many other projections that had made unfounded "apologies" to me. Unnerved, I followed Charlie into the auctioning hall and watched a young Herdwick tup sell for a mere £50.
Returning to Hawick, we turned diverted onto a right turn after Langholm, following a small lane towards Langholm moor; I adore the stalk scenic views of this wild and free area, a place to breathe, restful.
We seen some goats and wondered about a goat with poorly kids we'd seen here months before.
Passing over a black and white painted bridge we turned left and parked beside Tarras Water.
Overlooking Newcastleton we stopped to observe another panoramic view.
Only a brisk walk back to the heated seats of the 4x4, where Charlie's smile is waiting; realising I'm now visiting this weathered wilderness, rather than tethered to extremities from within it.
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