In fair Tweeddale where the Tweed runs bright, Through heathered hills and morning light, The valley winds through glen and lea, A land of beauty, wild and free. From Broughton down to Peebles town, Where rolling green-clad hills look down, The river sings its ancient song, As through the countryside it flows along. Long centuries […]

The River Tweed begins its flight In Lowther Hills so wild and bright, From Tweed’s Well high among the land, It winds eastward through Scotland’s strand. For ninety-seven miles it flows, Past hills where purple heather grows, Through Borders valleys, green and wide, With shining waters as its guide. By Peebles, Melrose, Kelso fair, Its […]

Across the hills of Tweedsmuir green, Where silver rivers wind unseen, The heather blooms in purple light, Beneath the sky so vast and bright. The wind drifts softly through the glen, Past ancient stones and quiet den, While curlews call across the moor, Their lonely song from shore to shore. The Tweed begins its journey […]

I think what happened was that my grandfather, going for a walk on a Sunday afternoon, saw the deposits of sand and gravel up at Neidpath Castle. He must have thought about it and approached the Earl of Wemyss and they made an arrangement that he could take as much as he wanted for £10 […]

Tweedsmuir Kirk stands in the small, scattered community of Tweedsmuir, just off the A701. To reach it from the main road, cross the river Tweed at Carlowse Brig, and then take a left at the crossroads, which takes you down the lane, through the village of Tweedsmuir past the kirk to the car park. The […]

Circus parade My mother-in-law remembered circuses on the village green in Norham in the 1930s, and parades of elephants – chained together – arriving from Berwick! Misty memory A foggy damp February morning with Vicar Rob beside the river in Norham for the annual Pedwell Prayer An exciting sighting Spotting egrets at the Lees beat […]