Jessica was tired. She’d been attacked from all sides, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. All she wanted to do was get back to a sense of normality. She dressed in warm clothes and wearily went down stairs. The sun was beginning to rise. She turned, her small dog looked at her, his head […]

Remembering seeing a goose beside the Tweed, by Tessa (shared at Merlindale Nature Festival, Drumelzier) Aidan was here (there, and everywhere on the Tweed!) (shared in Elsdon, Northumberland) My best friend is from here – Clovenfords (shared in Elsdon, Northumberland) A favourite hobby, blackberry picking at Peebles (shared at Merlindale Nature Festival, Drumelzier)

Some years ago I rode across the new concrete Crownhead Bridge near Dawyck on my bike. It was sometime around midnight or one o’clock in the morning. The moonlight was dappling the ripples in the river as I cycled along – it was so beautiful and quiet. Then suddenly I heard a pitter-patter, pitter-patter…I looked […]

In the early 1990s we had friends – he was a GP – and I used to make clothes for their children. One day they said they had some fabric for me. They gave me a wonderful stack of fabric, most of it Harris Tweed. That was thirty years ago, and I still have some […]

I have spent most of my life by the River Tweed. Explored much of it, sailed on it, swum in it, canoed it and nearly drowned in it as a child. Though I have never fished. I have spent much time looking at the river from a casual glance to prolonged study. It demands your […]

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 […]