St Abbs
By Léonie Cooper profile image Léonie Cooper
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St Abbs

Charlie took me for a drive across the manse to St Abbs; this morning I had too much pain in my stomach. Sickness is preventing me going to Woodburn, I am missing the lambs, and the farm.

Despite this I enjoyed Cullen skink, at the harbour restaurant whilst Charlie enjoyed seafood salad and chips, after desert the bill came to £43. Leaving we walked around outside, I was determined to photograph the coastline and harbour.

In the far distance, I zoomed 1200mm and found 50+ Guillemots perched on the cliff.

Used the zoom of my bridge camera to take some more pictures. Standing seagulls are to easy to photograph.

Fishermen working.

We travelled down the A1 to Berwick on Tweed, visited a wool shop, then a garden centre. I purchased six lavender (rear garden) and six pink flowering plants (front garden). Tonight I may go to the hospital if pain worsens. Charlie took me to Borders General Hospital, where in triage I remained waiting seated, three and a half hours until I returned home as remaining seated for so long became to painful.

I have been trying to see a doctor for two months, protocol demands a call back before an appointment can be made, I've yet to receive one. Are all the doctors dead from frontline vaccination, or is my unwanted life designated to be obfuscated unto death by neglect as though I should never have existed? Today I am drinking more wormwood tea, I believe the pain is from cancer causing Helicobacter pylori infestation, that they are deliberately letting run wild in my stomach by wavering their Hippocratic Oath.

By Léonie Cooper profile image Léonie Cooper
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