We woken at my flat, cooked Charlie breakfast, then he drove to the farmhouse.
After noticing marques had been set up at the Roberton show, Charlie fed the sheep.
Warned Charlie not to make a show of himself at the show.Feeding the sheep on the paddock, a lamb who I named "fat lips" after his Orf infection, has scold in between his cloven hooves. Charlie requests a can of violet spray.Still mucking out to do in the poly tunnel, however Charlie has made a significant dent enough to get the tractor trailer in.
Early, we drove to Jedburgh to pick up a lot we'd won at Brown's auction house. We came with our trailer as we were picking up a three and two-seater leather sofa. The people there were attentive, loading the trailer whilst Charlie strapped everything in. Driving away, we were disturbed to overhear some chanting coming through the loading area of the auction house, sounded African. This view of Borthwick water is refreshing, I took a photograph whilst Charlie, some place over the road, away from the water, spent a much needed piss.
Borthwick Water.
The three seater sofa was at least eight foot long, to big to go through the front and rear doors of the farmhouse. With the help of a neighbour we got the eight foot sofa through the hall window and into the living room. We sat down and enjoyed the sofas in a now lively living room that had been used as a cold, dark store room for years.
Farmhouse drive is steep, purchasing a small and strong 4x4 was a necessity.
To purchase ingredients for our panackelty casserole dish we parked up at Cooperative Supermarket in St Boswells. Minutes after a car appears, pulls up beside our car.
A scruffy woman, sporting Nike, an army raincoat, deep throated a banana. Then returning from placing the banana skin in the bin she sexual touched herself up in front of our truck.
View from Ashkirk to Roberton road.
Unabated, we tended to the welfare of two flocks of sheep at two different locations, then drove along the Ashkirk to Roberton road, the panoramic views of the borders here are outstanding. The openness of this beautiful view never ceases to invoke awe; emboldening and reinvigorating it is to be outside here.
After noticing marques had been set up at the Roberton show, Charlie fed the sheep.
Early, we drove to Jedburgh to pick up a lot we'd won at Brown's auction house. We came with our trailer as we were picking up a three and two-seater leather sofa. The people there were attentive, loading the trailer whilst Charlie strapped everything in. Driving away, we were disturbed to overhear some chanting coming through the loading area of the auction house, sounded African. This view of Borthwick water is refreshing, I took a photograph whilst Charlie, some place over the road, away from the water, spent a much needed piss.
The three seater sofa was at least eight foot long, to big to go through the front and rear doors of the farmhouse. With the help of a neighbour we got the eight foot sofa through the hall window and into the living room. We sat down and enjoyed the sofas in a now lively living room that had been used as a cold, dark store room for years.
To purchase ingredients for our panackelty casserole dish we parked up at Cooperative Supermarket in St Boswells. Minutes after a car appears, pulls up beside our car.
A scruffy woman, sporting Nike, an army raincoat, deep throated a banana. Then returning from placing the banana skin in the bin she sexual touched herself up in front of our truck.
Unabated, we tended to the welfare of two flocks of sheep at two different locations, then drove along the Ashkirk to Roberton road, the panoramic views of the borders here are outstanding. The openness of this beautiful view never ceases to invoke awe; emboldening and reinvigorating it is to be outside here.
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