August 23

Craik Forest 8:30pm 8th August 23.

Diary: August 23

Continued 2/3.

16th

This early afternoon Charlie invited me to his work place.

He was turning silage today.

I sat, waited in his tractor.

Whilst he tended to the welfare of Limousin coos.

Visiting vets used the farm's crusher, a mechanical device that keeps the coo still, for examination and treatment.

The vet plunged her arm up the coos anus to find nothing really wrong with the swollen coo other than a blood blister.

Today was about turning silage [for winter feed] and the health of coos, but at this time of year, attention is focussed on harvesting crops.

15th

Charlie loaded / transported five tup lambs to Longtown C & D Auctions this morning. One tup lamb dropped out with a bad eye, another two ewe lambs from this flock were also kept behind. We plan to keep the weaned lambs on the paddock due to high mortality rate at two of our grasskeeps.

Arriving we were shocked to hear somebody had wrongfully insinuated us wasting two full breakfasts at the auction café. I replied that last week a friend had come with us, had left the most part of a small breakfast, not being able to finish it. Other than that, we [me and Charlie] enjoy breakfast here, finishing our plates clean; beggars belief how lies continue to incur social ruin, everywhere I go. Incremental but sustained defamation of character [civil] or moreover malicious communications [criminal], Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm.

This occasion, from this instance, it was as if the twisted decimations could not tolerate us eating within a friendly, sociable environment, how typically Communist; how can I figure them anything other than monsters. Some quality sheep were in the pens, awaiting auction. An elderly couple received a silver trophy in the auction room, although I am not sure what exactly for; although I'll this research later. There was an incredibly rusty, old tractor parked in the auction car park, I took some pictures as I wondered if this vehicle was still fit for use.

I thought this International Harvester 484 may have been used on a beach, maybe to rake sand, or to pull boats but Charlie believes this 50 hp early 1980s tractor to have been used as a scrapper.

We arrived and seated ourselves outside the auction ring. Sheep altogether were bid as single sheep multipled by their quantity. The first two sheep to enter looked sick, I can't recall how much they made but one flock, of about one-hundred sheep, were sold at £169 each.

Via returning to Hawick, along the A7, near Teviothead Charlie decided we'd stop to visit the Celtic Blacksmith. The jewelry was outstanding in detail, although beyond affordablity for us without first saving some pennies.

We loaded chaff into a container, the contents will be incrimentally fed to the sheep throughout the coming winter months.

Soon, a few more months they'll return to the farmhouse from grasskeep, and stay in the sheltered warmth of a poly tunnel.

This year the flock will be halved from sixty to thirty, because of condensation we are also improving ventilation.

Leaving Bowden I got Charlie to stop the 4x4 and took a picture of a combine harvest, Charlie remarked at the width of the header, remembering his old combine was only 8ft in width.

Does this not have the appearance of a wasp?

Along the A7 between a road closure there was a serious road traffic accident. Arriving at Selkirk we spoke to a traffic officer who confirmed the ettrick road an OK diversion to get to Ashkirk. Along the hillside I took some pictures.

Charlie knows these pretty blue flowers as Grandmothers Bonnet but information on the internet reads different. My plant mobile phone app recognised these bonnie blue flowers name to be Harebell.

Today was long, and tonight I there are many auditory hallucinations chanting negative obscenity through my mind. I blame bare faced liars, those who kept the insidious, soul flaying cult, hidden, a secret for many years, forbaying rationalisation, shattering comprehension, manifesting heinous voices that toil despair into derelict sanctity of redundant state of being. Least you'll expect is cold hearted ignorance, from sadistic revellers, mocking and ridiculing dissociate ills wrought from every personalised decimation launched against you.

14th

We must awaken our ethnocentric ethnic indignity, open our blue, green and brown eyes to the prevailing evil that surrounds us. Our ancestors had national borders for a reason; to keep out predators that would abuse us, stigmatise us hapless and flesh our people lifeless. Those who bring migrants here have recited hatred of our people for centuries, this hatred is encoded into their DNA. They won't come right, or ever feel guilty of these disparities inflicted upon us, because they enjoy watching us suffer dispossession too much.

Do you ever get that encroachment feeling.

when your surrounded by eiry, sour contempt.

We are being flayed of an existence, disembodied from the soul of our people; this is not sharing, they are eating us alive. Who gave them the right to impose "never" upon us; who alienated our people as strangers; zombified us complacent, to wrought unrelenting genocide upon our besieged and terrorised people with impunity. There is a war happening, that few can see, comprehend, yet formate an effective strategy of defence. Who are they to decree us "worth nothing to each other" as if we "should never have existed".

The thick skinned state of the troubled clientelle in this socially defunct establishment.

Why is it we only come together to destroy each other, to chased down scapegoats; a blame game wagered to alleviate the dissatisfaction of another, the spirit of our ancestors never known. That spirit sought by predators, that are incapable of understanding our emotions, incapable of empathising with our emotions. Aggressive mimics that desire to be us in a world without us. They came to stigmatise us senseless, mutilate the psyche of our people from recognition, rendered down, ethnicity dissolved as multicultural fertiliser.

13th

My new iPhone 14 arrived via courier today… I took a panoramic picture of our farm with the camera this morning. The phone is new, but the model is now a year old, this is the most recent iPhone I've owned. My last iPhone was 11.

Early afternoon we weaned lambs from our grass keep, here there are two fenced areas we are using, the area they was in was out of grass so there was not much trouble moving them. We are keeping two ewe lambs from this flock, and auctioning four tups as store lambs

The mother ewes were slightly stressed at having their lambs taken, but after ten minutes they were busy eating grass as if nothing had happened.

Driving though the forest tracks, breaking grit, we noticed a disused station; Charlie said spite had closed the railway line to inflict poverty by cutting off economic prosperity; telling that people had historically placed their livelihood upon the train carriages.

Daylight was fading as we arrived into the forest, this photograph does not do the impression the scene created upon presence.

We noticed and stopped to take a picture of huge shaddy ink cap mushrooms growing from the gravel track.

Riccarton Junction was a railway village and station. In its heyday it had 118 residents and its own school, post office and grocery store.

The track came to an end, about one-thousand yards from Ninestanes Rig. We walked over felled trees and then down a marshy footpath towards the circle stones.

Ninestanes Rig, "probably made between 2000 BC and 1250 BC".

“At the Skelf-hill, the cauldron still
The men of Liddesdale can show
And on the spot, where they boiled the pot,
The spreat and the deer-hair ne'er shall grow.”.

These are the lambs we transported today from Denholm, we are keeping two ewe lambs, the other remaining four are going to auction as store lambs.

12th

We, Charlie and a friend, drove through heavy rain to visit the Craik forest, and commenced a brisk two-mile walk to burn off some troublesome excess weight. The forest was verdant, and there were no midges present.

Incredible amount of peaty foam building up here, has the appearance of frothy coffee.

I could not figure why they'd taken the bridge down, other than suspecting that maybe something terrible might have happened here. The deprivation monsters of misery ruin everything close by, associating decimations to reinforce inductions of Stockholm syndrome, although out of sight and unheard, claiming we don't care, or consented to the horrible things they do to us.

I am at the farmhouse by an open fire this evening, enjoying the brush of wild wind racing through this hillside of the Scottish Borders countryside.

11th

Watching this video has made me sad with grief. Political correctness, as a classic Maoist struggle session [because Leeds City Police Officer named Lesley Beeyan took offence] is present in this shocking video clip. [Trigger warning, this video clip is stressful, maybe even disturbing to watch]. Describing what is seen has become risky within this cultural Marxist dystopia.

"This is what police do when dealing with autistic children. My daughter told me the police officer looked like her nana, who is a lesbian.”.

Action should be taken against politically offended police officers involved in this horrific arrest, that has to be investigated with upmost scrutiny. The LGBTQIA+ alphabet movement [wagering reset] has become a nightmare dystopia, of alienated subordinates, void of pragmatism, and grossly detached by cultured ostracism, extrapolating from sense of humanity.

9th

Today I taught myself how to wind a bobbin, on my classic Singer sewing machine. How late this learning has arrived in my life, I'm almost fifty years old!

Watching back I see I'd not loop the thread properly.

Initially I am using this machine to mend clothes, although I plan to make a dress for ceilidh, and also making curtain / cushions for the farmhouse.

8th

Charlie loaded six tup lambs and one old cast ewe [who I'd named big bag] for transportation to Longtown as store lambs [one month fattened up for slaughter]. We had planned to take eleven, but two lambs dropped out with orf that had manifest onto their mouths, and another inflicted with anterior uveitis infection. One of the mother ewes watched as her two tup lambs were being loaded, herself only recently recovering from anterior uveitis, rendering her almost blind in both eyes. She rocked bleating in anguish; a farm is rarely distraught.

Store lambs and cast ewe, penned at Longtown, awaiting auction. To be present here sheep must not be lame, disease free and not trace of medication within their system.

We enjoyed a full breakfast at the mart cafe then showed our friend around the pens. We searched for sometime for our sheep, until overhearing Big Bag twenty pens away. We often stop for a rest, take our woes to the riverside, by Eweswater. This length of river is scenic, and often used by holiday makers as a free overnight parkup.

Driving from Langholm to Roberton, Charlie stopped at a gravestone, he wrongly presumed was errected for somebody's pet but found out to be in memory of poet Henry Scott Riddell (1798-1870), a native of Sorbie, north of Langholm, Dumfries & Galloway, and author [while out for a walk in a lonely glen at Teviothead] of Scotland Yet:

Charlie went to work in the afternoon, whilst I attacked the dock leaf infestation with both lawn mower and strimmer. During the evening we drove the 4x4 into the Craik Forest, just for a wee drive to wind down from the day.

Returning to the farmhouse, we noticed an angry woman walking alone; we reversed our 4x4 to enquire if she was OK, maybe needed a lift? She admitted she was angry and upset, but did not require any assistance. I said to Charlie that just by offering her help could prevent a suicide attempt, knowing that somebody cares enough to be concern about another.

7th

We invited our friend over to the farmhouse, she cooked us curry. Quite upset that the council have rehoused her into a flat with nothing in it, no cooker, fridge, washing machine, not even a carpet. She has been waiting for almost two months for these items, of which she's entitled, to be delivered.

6th

Rested today, one of the lambs has maggot infestation, Charlie treated her with Jeyes Fluid, as the fly spray [Crovect] doesn't appear to be shifting them, contrary to the instruction claim displayed on the rear of the bottle. Some days its OK not to post any pictures, or write much here during days that take leave from me.