Wired

We planted another row of potatoes before hammering in more wooden fence posts. The perimeter consisted of four large corner posts with three small posts each side.

Strangely we aligned posts at the front side of the kitchen garden exactly at exactly the same measurement of a spare hurdle, this hurdle also has hinges. The chicken wire did not roll around the posts flat, and even when we attempted to pull the wire tort, there was little visible difference.

At midday, we fell short of a roll of chicken wire to complete the fence. We visited both grass keeps, finding three or four lame lambs to be suffering from mild scold. Both flocks will be penned and sheered soon, so we will be treating the scold then, they will also be wormed. Charlie also made large sheep hurdles, much cheaper than purchasing them.

WE visited the garden centre in Newton St Boswells, but I refused to go inside, because the retail store makes me cringe; Charlie returned with plants and several garden kanes. Returning to Hawick via car, some of the panoramic views were awe-inspiring of this natural serenity of asceticism.

Charlie stopped to allow me to take a picture of a beautiful violet Cornflower; wow, isn't the Scottish Borders bonnie.

Returning to my flat, Charlie watched the football highlights, Coventry v's Luton Town, he uses football as an intermediary to bridge difficult conversation. How I am enamoured with the countryside of the Scottish Borders, but I relate to Normandy and further north, into Norway and Denmark, as being my ancestral home.