Blog: February 2023

This month will be lambing season, I am hoping to get many pictures and some video of this amazing time within the Scottish Borders. My health is beginning to improve after a two-month lull due to a stalled b12 injection in December 2022.

28th

Why does my smartphone play 10cc - People in Love every time I try to connect to my Desktop computer with Bluetooth? Also had big problems upgrading my Debian installation from Bullseye (stable) to Bookworm (testing) today.

A computer anxiety named Kernel panic is such a bad thing; good thing there is an option to roll back to an earlier kernel, otherwise I'd be salvaging data and reinstalling Linux!

26th

Quiet but active day, so far we have one dead lamb, three new born lambs (two and one day old) with three ewes. Charlie is typical farmer, in that he enjoys burning plastic; to my dismay, he doesn't know I was, for many years, an environmentalist.

Charlie says there was a Shepherd in the Borders who used to cut the ears off ewe's that refused to nurture their newborns; effective marking them for slaughter. States it was absolutely unnecessary.

25th

Today Charlie drove me around the Borders, from Newcastleton, over a moor to Langholm and then back towards Hawick after visiting a collectables shop. This road is worth travelling for scenic views of the borders as pictured below.

But even during this short outing, the beast of burden encroached overtaking in a white mini, along the A7; oh the "perfect victory", with its spiteful "good thief" devil, forking our protections to deface our legacy, consolidating our inherent worth into the fold their cruel deprivation cult.

23rd

Lovely sunny morning outside, whilst have been locked inside the farmhouse; ho hum. These are last year's lambs bunting each other.

In the afternoon Charlie drove me to a hill near Ashkirk.

Breathe some open air whilst strolling a woodland track

I find the borders endearing, and in future will find more time to roam outside.

21st

Charlie towing his car with a tractor, tethered with bailing twine.

The car bump started, we drove upwards and stopped, I took a panoramic picture.

Up all last night with toothache, got a few hours sleep early morning.

20th

Researching the "Cooper Clan", located in Banff, Ayrshire, and Fife, I found the motto "Inclinata Resurgo" meaning "bending and rising again" or "Though abased, I rise again" with the clan badge being of a tree, another Clan Cooper badge displays an arm holding an axe. I first discovered the tartan in a woollen mill shop in Jedburgh, yesterday; this may not sound remarkable, but on further research I found the research outline of this website, being filled with information.

“The palm tree, whose branches loaded with a lot of weight (sometimes stones), if it is withdrawn, recover their initial state, was a symbol of resistance already treated by ancient authors”.

There appears to be two Cooper clans (Ayrshire and Fife), as with the Blairs of Blair and the Blairs of Baltheyock (Ayrshire and Perth). My surname at birth was initially Cooper, although I doubled barrelled my surname to Blaire-Cooper on discovery of my Norman ancestral roots (i.e my gg-grandmother was named Leonie Blaire.). The 1st Baronet of Nova Scotia was Sir William Blair, but unmentioned (in modern literature) is John Couper, who was created a Baronet of Nova Scotia by King James; he was slain during the Bishops wars at Castle Douglas. It could be that the mist, inflicted upon sight by trauma, maybe lifting somewhat; revealing detailing their concealed soul skinning agenda did not wish me to discover.

19th

Took some more pictures of burns, this one flows into Bothwick water.

Charlie built a kennel late afternoon.

After a Sunday roast I returned to my flat.

18th

Took some pictures of an endearing area of the borders; I am sure I've walked this lane atleast once before.

It's been raining heavy, Charlie is worried about the new born lambs dieing due to the teets on the euwes being muddy.

Charlie drove me to Jedburgh and purchased me some wellies. We were followed; Jesus had followers, but I had soul skinning maggots. Spitefully maligning inconsolable my hereafter with intollerable sufferings.

In a way it's gone past hate, because I no longer suffer to hate, as my motives slowly progress to methodological from the zombifaction, that allowed them to skin me alive, as a disembodied hapless from the living soul of my people love.

17th

Tonight and tomorrow I am at the farmhouse, yesterday I travelled to Selkirk to see a podiatrist, diagnosis is a fracture and nerve damage unto my left foot; suggested a problem also with my hip, such is the recent causation of onset pain.

15th

Conspiracies abound everywhere, police arrest and successfully prosecute people proving conspiracy to be truth every day and night.

Yet people are dismissed as mad, crazy, for asserting conspiracy exists, especially when those conspiracies surround Jewish people.