Wildflowers
At midday, we, me and a friend, walked over Galalaw hillside.
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SubscribeSnow arrived yesterday, Charlie took me out for a drive along the road to Ashkirk.
Today I took some walking exercise along Borthwick valley. After a walk through the grounds of Chisholme house, noticing pink and white woodland fox gloves, then down a hill, through grazing fields, I noticed the gate fastenings were made from wire.
We made a plan to travel to Galashiels and then to Selkirk after the auction we had planned to visit was another week away.
Feeding the flock we transported to the paddock yesterday, we noticed how disturbed they were, in contrast to the other sheep that have been grazing at the paddock for a couple of months.
Today we travelled to the second grass keep. Charlie penned all but one ewe, then sheared five ewes by hand.
Galashiels disturbed me, to think I liked this town when I first came here; now it just zones me out, but there was shopping to do.
Have a terrible headache, sheep are shunning sopping rain, but the kitchen garden is enamoured with vibrancy.
Charlie fixed the gate onto the kitchen garden today, this completes the perimeter fence.
Charlie woke me but 6am on a Sunday morning in much too early to be drinking coffee. I strimmed the paddock roadside walling, that wasn't in reach of the topper yesterday.
Today the garden was strimmed in just under an hour; our once muddy driveway have now become touched by a pleasant verdant green.
Upset that a pretty Japanese vase got smashed from my window sill whilst attempting to squash a huge meat fly.
Not been posting, been flat out with terrible flu. This morning dragged myself out of my sweat pit and travelled to "Twelve Apostles" Stone Circle between Holywood and Newbridge, near Dumfries, Scotland.