It’s always fun chatting to taxi
drivers on one’s travels. Recently in Leeds, I had a great conversation with a
local chap – about the weather. Despite recent events, it's possibly the most popular topic in the UK.
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| The Eildons on a hazy summer day |
‘Sad to say, you don’t get
seasons here any more,’ he said, bemoaning warm, wet winters and coolish
summers. ‘They’re all the same, these days.’
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| Classic autumn tones by the Teviot |
I didn’t like to disagree, but
this is not the case in the Scottish Borders. We moved into Lindores, 19
Fenwick Park, last summer. A year later, there are clear divisions as the months go by.
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| Snow transfigures Teviotdale |
Of course, I’m not saying that every
day in autumn is filled with crisp, golden sunshine, or that it snows every day
in winter. However, the archetypal patterns remain. To prove my point, here’s a
brief photojournal of our year in the Borders, with shots of Melrose, Kelso,
Jedburgh, Dryburgh, Selkirk, Hawick and Bedrule. Names to conjure with. With their Buchanesque qualities, they make it an inspiring and wonderfully uncluttered place to live.
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| Jedburgh Abbey basking in April sunshine |
In fact, it appears that we may
be the first of a new wave of settlers, saying: ‘Right. That's it. I'm moving toScotland.’
Politics has changed the face of
Britain, but the scenery of the Borders is as fantastic as it ever was. And, as
Marc Almond said, ‘the air is better.’
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