Diary: January 24

A solitary new year began with three stationary cars pulling out into the entirety of our path, intersecting an eleven-mile journey from Charlie's farmhouse to my flat in Hawick. Observing these tailgating cars dangerously risking our lives to overtake on blind corners, I figured this bodysnatching, "leave behind" cultural Marxists have begun chasing us down in cars, other than by foot.

30th

I have a new bridge camera, the lens is 1200mm; that's a wopping 60x magification; I'm now able to take readable photographs of number plates from half a mile away. If you bring your unwanted encroachment anywhere near me, follow me or Charlie into supermarkets, or anywhere else, you will be snapped, and your ugly mugshot displayed on this blog; you have been warned.

28th

Yesterday's walk to the Three Brethren through Yair valley tired me so, old age is catching up to slow me down. Every one of my Druid friends from late 80s early 90s grew old quickly in their fifties, people should be aware of this when practising Gorsedd inside stone circles. Plunged from late 40s into old hag decrepitude; this year I'll be fifty years old, I'm cackling! My English friend Glen has been drinking alone for three years; I've been here 14 months and have no Scottish friends. I told him this is probably because we are English, Hawick has a long history of Anglophobia and to this day celebrates it. I guess we're lucky we haven't been "slaughtered in our sleep", no space allocated in Hawick high street for extra monuments.

I haven't associated with Common riding whilst I've lived in Hawick. Other than tradition, I view common riding as a legacy of "human hunting"; akin to fox hunting, but without the blood hounds. I haven't come to settle in Scotland to defile or oppose tradition, but from myself being "chased down" hunted, I'll refrain from partaking in this activity, for the now, ken. It is my aim for this blog to be taken seriously, but with a dash of humour, pun and wit, so as not to enrage fragility, rather than to rationalise a formulation, to progress away from "validity" problems we face as ethnocentric and homogenous people, due to the absurdity of political correctness, placed here in this wee nation of ours; as if we never mattered at all.

Today the adult baby in the flat below me left another message transmitted over her Wi-Fi ID reading "ISpokeTooSoonYouAreStillARetard"; retarded? defecating herself in oversize nappies, and worse, gaining sexual gratification from it. What an unearthly degenerate this ABDL neighbour is, dirty, smelly and covered in scabs; her poor wee dogs not choice but to endure that dire circumstance, their owner smelling worse than they do. I don't enjoy writing about her, remembering the smell rising from her flat, that I can only describe as "a powdery hedgehog flavour crisp odour that lingers in the nostrils" makes me want to choke and vomit, weird her having cleaning OCD, yet her flat is in such a terrible unhygienic state.

27th

This afternoon, rambling along the Southern Upland Way

we visited the Three Brethren

Common riding, Charlie said riders eat bacon butties here; wondering if they feed the mouse.

these cairns date back to the sixteenth century.

The walk took just over an hour, about two miles steady ascent along woodland path and road towards the summit.

Southern Upland Way descent towards Selkirk.

A wonderful view of the Elidons.

The weather was windy but dry.

We visited here last year, but only got as far as here.

Charlie stopped the 4x4 at the side of the road whilst I hopped out and quickly photographed the vacated Bernat Klein Studio, the vibe around this modernist building was unearthly, as if something terrible had happened within this vicinity.

Stupidity placing a water pool by the house, wood adjacent, what about the midges?

Building appears subsided; reminds me of a car park, akin to a school boiler house.

Returning through Selkirk, near the Hanning I thought of Charlie stopping the car, until we passed the garage above Selkirk; then the moment took leave from me. I can't stomach people, used to be friendly and value company, but today I feel sickness being around and about people; because I know they are never to be trusted, from deep within my torn heart.

26th

Serious headaches last night and this morning; I am wondering if the powerlines surrounding this farmhouse are the cause of this. Perhaps I should code this website in another room, or lead plate the wall to the right on me. We're at my flat in Hawick tonight as my headache is getting worse, tomorrow I'll be taking pictures; the neighbour changed her Wifi message to "YouLearnedToBeAGoodNeighbourLOL"; I didn't know that WiFi ID's could be so long. I won't miss the awful smell rising up the stairwell from her flat, when alas I move away.

25th

Uploading more 360 photographs, at 3mb each, old photographs were 400kb max; later I'll make Aframe mobile friendly, also I'll be adding a page progress bar. I also completed reindexing directory struction of my blog archive. Today was quiet, remained indoors.

24th

Forced myself to go outside today, walked along the paddock, leaving the comfort of a warm open fire at the farmhouse.

This camera only has a 32x optical lens, although I am purchasing a bridge camera with stronger optical magnification soon. The picture below is at full magnification, which appears to lose light significantly.

Sidney grazes his blackface sheep here, their super warm fleece is spun and woven as cashmere.

Visited a neighbour (pictured below), he's 74 years old! We chatted about this and that, he made me a filter coffee sweetened with condensed milk and honey. He'd like to return home to Middlesborough; it's not easy being displaced, few friends, almost alone.

Reminance of a huge firecracker, thrown into our paddock on New Years eve.

Sheep are strange, in that I always learn something new about them, when I am observing them.

Mother ewes in this flock, located in the polytunnel are easy to photograph, they have known me for fourteen months.

This flock is mixed breed, although there are pedigree Teeswaters, Zwartble, Herdwick sheep within this herd. The tup was a pedigree Teeswater.

The sheep pictured below is chewing cud, they are being fed hay, tonight they are eating haylage.

Time to hang up my camera, and use my mobile phone. Snowdrops are out!

My IPhone is only a 12 megapixel camera, yet better than the 14 megapixels on this ole Olympus bridge camera.

The storm "Isha" blew off a gate and tore down a rose bush that I had saved from rose rust last year.

At dusk rabbits surfaced onto the paddock from their warrens as the moon risen from the north-eastern sky.

I detest cars speeding through our hamlet, there are children and sheep / lambs, displayed are slow down signs along the roadside. I find blacked out windows are so creepy, and the worst thing about this is I believe this speeding car to be a neighbour.

23rd

The storm has returned, and the field below woodburn is flooding again, the wind almost blew the 4x4 door off when I climbed out to take a photograph. Charlie chased the wind blown car duster to some length down the lane.

In the afternoon Charlie drove me into Hawick to do some shopping, outside our hardware shop a blonde women exited boots, walked by holding a black shoulder bag with the letter "C" in Zebra material, although I don't know why I was panic triggered by the emblem. I do know that Zebra is corresponded to the black serial killer Death Angel cult.

22th

Updating my blog today, with yesterday happenings. Heating oil arrived by parcel, the guy took a picture of the parcel by a closed door, then when I answered he attempted to take another one; so why do they need our presence in the delivery photographs?

21th

Journeyed to Bamborough to experience a stormy North Sea wind by the beach as everything has seemingly become, a wary numb lately. On the way we stopped at Spital beach, just south of Berwick on Tweed, Charlie played penny slot games, how long I thought, would they still be here, legacy of our people, here where they rested, and had fun, all but a bygone memory, as an apparition of ghosts, sidestepped, broken departed. Dismayed at a machine, my two pence had jammed, failing to land onto the moving shelf.

We intentionally avoided a tourist visit to Bamborough castle, instead opting to walk along part of the beach, named the Tumblers, a mile futher south along the link road. We desired a strong wind without rain, and that's what we found here, but abrassiveness from sand blowing harshness upon my face was, as a discomfort, unsettling upon my eyes. Through the sand dunes an opening revealled a choppy sea, beyond the shoreline, a outcrop of rocks, failing to grasp reach a lighthouse. I took some photographs, so did Charlie.

Returning North we deviated from the A1, choosing to go through Wooler and towards Yetholm. Hungry Charlie pulled over the 4x4 alongside the river Till and from the boot of the car, camp stove reheated a pan of Cullen Skink I'd previously cooked yesterday evening. By this time events around us were becoming strange, begining with a slow drive by black car passing us atleast six times. I couldn't help but wounder if this was due to some cranks esoteric interest in the cone pillar, stone bridge we had just driven over.

This soup had added Salmon, but no smoked haddock, does this still count as Cullen skink? maybe not but tasted delicious anyhow.

Wasn't expecting a hot cup of coffee also.

Leaving the area we noticed we had stopped to rest along Saint Cuthberts way.

Called into Yetholm at the Plough Inn, Charlie enjoyed bitter, myself Guinness with Dalmore chaser. The pub, as other places open to the public, seemed OK, but then turned sour, playing a musical encore of Toto "Africa" and ELO "Mr Blue Sky" [detest these songs]; this happens over and over again at different locations, usually timed minutes after my arrival has been a regular occurance for years.

I glared at a "rainbow" balloon gift bag and box then turned, recognising four people drinking at the bar, a woman [claimed everybody in the area hated her] accompanied by a big nose guy with greasy silver hair, then joined by two elderly welsh men; from when I was chased down, decimated and ostracised hapless, by a deprivation cult of interloper enablers that I call "the strangers".

Big storm blowing throughout the Scottish Borders, wind and rain is rushing about walls, tearing across field, the Borthwick water below has burst banks. About eight inch deep for 1/6 of a mile, but thankfully could not lift our 4x4 from the direction. I posted a short reel on Facebook, readers were shocked, I don't know anywhere else that experiences this; although throughout the valley there are houses along the haugh, beside winding bends that could be in danger, if flooding as a release had not happened here.

19th

Took some pictures early this morning to add to this blog, but the exposure is not good enough to publish.

18th

As I mentioned a month ago; I suspected my smelly ass flat neighbour to be an adult baby, this morning I found an admission from her broadcast over Wi-Fi ID. She hates my fella, makes jibes at his "heavy feet" [he's six foot four] despite a death wrenching smell seeping into the stairwell every time she opens her door. She has a man in a black Jaguar bring her nappies and shopping, two months ago he took out fifty plus bin liners overspilling with soiled nappies from her smelly flat. The pungent odour was that bad I purchased air fresheners.

ABDL is an abbreviation for Adult Baby Diaper Lover, used by degenerates dressed as babies defecating themselves for sexual gratification.

He tells me she suffers from OCD, then apologises for her washing my door until there was water inside the security looking glass. She has scabs all over her shaved head, I don't believe she washes, ever. It makes me feel ill to think, for the last year I lived above thousands of soiled nappies. I used to believe she was ill, but now I know she's an appalling degenerate, a scheiß hausmeister. Officially homeless [Charlie lives at the farmhouse] I've been waiting to be rehoused fourteen months in this emergency accommodation.

17th

To loose weight a walk over the paddock and along the hillside toward a pine tree copse, I though the entire area was fenched off for pheasants, but this is only partially so.

Took out my Olympus Sp-810uz camera, as my IPhone 14 was out of battery power; the picture above appears to have focused on the grass rather than the Cheviot sheep.

The above shot appears better, more focus on the sheep than the grass below; the day was crisp cold and clear bright sky, todays pictures were taken around two oclock in the afternoon.

There are many work men about at work throughout the valley, fixing telephone cables.

Neighbour said he recorded -10c outside his house during the early hours of this morning.

First successful panaramic picture I have taken with this camera, viewed is the Borthwick valley, inbetween Roberton and Craik. Wooded area to the left is Woodburn, right is Borthwick Brae.

Strange how hypervigilance magnifies the slightest noise into a shuddering bang, and renders every presence nearby a threat. I can't help wondering what this telecom guy was doing.

Look who got caught up inside the ring feeder, twice in three days; this is not good for this Herdwick, considering she's in lamb.

16th

Fetched a beautiful oak castle spinning wheel from Northumbria today; alas, I can make yarn from last year's teeswater fleeces. The wheel came with a matching niddy noddy and chair.

It's taking a while to learn how to do this manufacturing process, but I determined to have made Charlie a jumper, and maybe a cardigan for me, created from the fleece of his sheep by the autumn.

15th

Today I am working on this website, have a warm open log fire behind, a countryside view to the right and so much to do here. In the evening we played carpet bowls at our village hall, the reception was initially frosty, perhaps despondent.

The sheep in polytunnel are looking huge, I overheard talk about lambing, some in March, another as late as April; our lambs are arriving in February, this must be early, although I know of another shepherd who is expecting to lamb in January.

14th

Charlie fixed the disk brake pads on the 4x4. The brakes had been bodged fitted..

...the 4x4 needs additional replacement disks.

Charlie took me for a drive, after testing the new brake pads we visited two lochs near the farmhouse.

Tore my dress as I climbed over a gate, then we walked down through woodland to another loch.

I'm in need of some new walking boots, not quite so urgent as this would have been a few years back.

13th

Temporary fixed a break in the farmhouse stone walling; Charlie said the wall has to be taken down to fix the collapse properly.

In Russia, homeless people are named snowdrops, because they are often uncovered dead during the thawing of the snow.

Snow drops in the garden are appearing, lambs will be born soon, we predict a month today from the flock within the polytunnel.

I took some bird and sheep pictures with my Olympus Sp-810uz, making the most of the cameras 36x wide zoom.

Not very happy with the quality of this camera but maybe I am expecting to much detail from 14 megapixels.

11th

Charlie is sleeping for ten hours every night, I'm not sure how healthy this is; I've never had more than eight hours "natural sleep" in my entire life. I usually can manage six hours at best, then anxiety demands I rise and preoccupy myself with a to-do.

The front wheel diskpads on the 4x4 are gone, Charlie said he'll order some from ebay. He drove me to Hawick viewpoint, where I sat on a bench and took some overhead views of Hawick centre. Weather was overcast wet with a North-Western breeze blowing drizzle.