Having been born and brought up by the river Tweed at Broomhall, Mertoun Estate, over 70 years ago.
We spent many happy hours on a Sunday afternoon playing by the waterside. Never daring to go far in as there was a deep whirlpool where cows had drowned trying to cross. In the summer we’d had canoeing parties who capsized and made their weary way up to our house to get dried off.
The Ladies Walk took you to the suspension bridge to cross over to the Maxton side. We’d walk there if there was something on in Maxton village hall, the back again. We walked to school at Clintmains. As we got older we walked to the top of the road to get a bus to Kelso to spend the afternoon ice-skating.
We moved on when I was 15 as my Dad was made redundant when the dairy closed, due to the milk changing to tankers instead of the milk churns.
Many happy memories.
