Summer, what summer. There hasn’t been one The rain, the wind, the chill and the cloud When will it ever end All summer long we wait, more in hope now than expectation Scottish kids go back to school, no sun; robbed of their regular summer glow And yet… and yet…..these last few days… The grandkids […]

Raised in Kelso the river Tweed was always close, whether swimming in the Cobbie Pool, dismissive of stories of danger and drowning or trout fishing, usually unsuccessfully on the Teviot. Work took me away from the Tweed for most of my working life, only to return to Birgham on retirement. By this time I had […]

I used to come to the old Crook with my parents and grandparents in the 1940’s and 50’s. The old Crook used to have dances at the weekend which I then enjoyed with my husband. I came from Biggar and my husband from Stobo. I then brought my children and felt ‘lost’ when it closed […]

While building the dame, a crane fell on top of where I was standing! At the last minute I saw it falling and managed to evade it falling on top of me. After two years the dam was completed at Tweedsmuir.

Out for a Sunday drive with my son who is learning to drive. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when we thought we would take a trip out to Moffat for lunch. Got to Moffat from Lochmaben but didn’t feel too hungry and decided to keep driving, good experience for the learner. We just fancied […]

I remember walking along the Tweed in Innerleithen in June 1986 with my family. I was trying to catch little tiddlers by the edge of the water in my flimsy yellow net. I managed to catch one which my brother helped me land! However, he promptly fell in the water and I lost the fish […]