Diary: May 24

We've finished lambing and have made plans to travel to England. I'm enjoying learning to play bluegrass so much that I'm purchasing a new banjo. I'm fifty years old on the thirteenth; gradually realising I matter to others, just being myself.

3rd

At my flat for another day, then I'm returning to Roberton for the weekend; feels strange being here, everytime I return the same incursions happen as if this was a rerun of groundhog day, or even Truman show.

2nd

Returned to Hawick for a few days, flat has been empty for a fortnight and there is coding to do on this here website; I am contemplating purchasing a camera doorbell. Were being followed both to farmhouse and to my flat by a silver estate car with blacked out rear windows. Its similar to the American horror film "It follows" but this one is "It deprives".

1st

This morning I walked to the top of the farmhouse paddock and observed a golden sunlight. During late afternoon, a haze settled in the valley; I walked around checking the welfare of our lambs, they're looking great, and I have benefitted from healing being around and about these animals.

It's been a quiet May day, I did not associate with any morris dancing or druid rituals as I used to do. Those days have gone, I am relieved to not be about them, and their tomfoolery, no more a scapegoat folk devil exploited hapless as an opportunity mule by pathological moral entrepreneurs.