Diary: December, 22

Finding the land of Scottish Borders enchanting and people somehwat endearing. About fourteen miles from Hawick there is a water fall named the Grey Mares Tail. I also learned of local poet and writer James Hogg, and enjoyed panoramic views of a man made reservoir named Meggit Water.

27th

Woke up, had bubble and squeak breakfast then took pictures / film of last nights snowfall.

Returned to my residence in Hawick after spending a warm evening with my friend. I am thankful to the Scottish Borders council for the shelter they have given me, to settle down from a forbidding frontier pushing an endurance that would have eventually killed me.

Xmas decorations only extended to two strips of tinsel and a few baubles. My mind is still noisy, but I am more restful towards the malcontent messages that intrude every waking hour through my mind. I'm really at a loose end uploading these photos, in view of a world that demands to erase our history and us from our existence together. We are being fleshed of our souls, our incarnations torn apart, our faith and prayers plundered; by replacements who have arrived to be who we are without us; as if we had no right to exist within our ancestral homeland, voided of inherent worth to satisfy insatiable wants from a dystopian psychosis unknown to our ancestor's sanity. They have no place in our world, when depriving us of our world, threading Marxist lexicon through destructive reversals of biblical doctrine.

When they say nobody knows who I am, I ask, who are they, who do they think they are, to tear apart flesh from soul, reaping every definable sanctity from what we inherently are, within our homeland soaked with ancestral blood? Within a civilisation built by our ancestors, thousands of years, that built a society, they errected as victorian children, through sweat as their tears washed away industrial grime that had replaced time.

24th

Visited my friends workplace, I've past so many farms on my adventures, but never been invited to see the goings on inside.

20th

Taught myself how to knit, first attempt.

I have lots of plans for this past time.

18th

We took a drive to the Grey Mares Tail water falls, along the way, after requesting patience I took some pictures of the icy waters.

The prevalent wind blew hardness as the chill clung to my cheeks. The winding footpath up to the falls was narrow and subsided.

Two people were with a drone at the falls, one was wearing a bright red jacket, thus I had to wait some time before I could get a good picture of the falls.

We passed a monument remembering Ettrick sheppard, poet and writter James Hogg.

And arrived at Meggit water.

The Coburn tower is underneath it, in ruins.

Read a Megget water information board.

The light quickly evaporated as we returned to where we came from.

14th

Picture of me in friends farmhouse.