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On the banks of the Tweed. A poem by J M Wilson (1804-35), author of Wilsons Tales of the Borders

This poem was contributed by The Wilson’s Tales Project which celebrated the life and stories of Tweedmouth-born John Mackay Wilson and his ‘Tales of the Borders’ through a series of events for all ages supported by a Destination Tweed Community Grant. On thy banks, classic Tweed, still my fancy shall wander, Though far from the […]

Following the Festival Threads

I took part in the first day of the first River Tweed Festival at Peebles (31 October 2025), which was a joyful celebration of watery creativity and inspiration. The forecast downpours held off long enough for participants to gather beside the Tweed and take a moment to connect to the river, its landscape and its […]

Tackling pollution in the 1960s

In 1964 the Inspector and Chemist of the Tweed River Purification Board issued one of his regular reports, with details about water abstractions and pollution incidents. Examples include: • There were many complaints about the dumping of soot and a letter was sent to all chimney sweeps in the Borders about proper disposal arrangements. • […]

Pioneering river protection work in the 1950s

In the 1950s an unusual and ambitious body was set up – the Tweed River Purification Board. This body viewed the Tweed as a whole, crossing local authority borders, and aimed to make the Tweed a clean and healthy river. The make-up of the Board in 1954 was a sign of the times – including […]

The Old Fisher-Wife

The Tweed has always been filled with legend and folklore. Its shifting currents and mist-shrouded banks inspiring tales that blur the line between history and myth. Such as Thomas the Rhymer, whisked away by the Queen of Elfland near the river’s own banks. Beyond this, stories of restless spirits persist. Spectral fishermen, ghostly horsemen, the […]

Lowry and the Sea

That summer morning in 2024, stepping into Berwick with the promise of Lowry and the Sea. The culmination of destinations. Not just my own, but also in the Tweed’s own travels. From the Southern Uplands of Scotland, right through to meet me here. An old friend calling me back. The walk towards the Granary Gallery […]