At the meeting of the waters, you’ll still hear folks reminiscing about the time when different bridges crossed the river here. And how the hostelry on its bank had gone through many lives. As a local’s pub, basically a licensed room in somebody’s house, then extended to become a fancy gastro pub. Then private house and now a Bed and Breakfast with café. In fact it was exactly what I had done today as I sat with my coffee chatting to strangers who I feel are now friends. Talking to people can create bridges too.
The river has kept a steady flow through all this and hasn’t changed so much.
This story was created during the Tweed Stories ‘Writing the River’ online creative writing workshop, held on Thursday 30 July 2026 and delivered in partnership with The Wilson’s Tales Project. With thanks to everyone who participated so enthusiastically.
Image: The Whiteadder Water from the bridge © Jim Barton (cc-by-sa/2.0)
