Straight and Narrow

Now that I am off the car insurance [to be fair, I'm only home for about two weeks a year, so it was bound to happen at some point] I have been transported back in time. I am once again in the situation where, if I make plans to do things in town, I have to walk the few miles through the back roads into Hawick. It's like I'm sixteen again.

But on a day like today, when the sun was out more often than it was hiding behind a cloud, and I wasn't in a rush to get anywhere, there was no harm in a forty five minute saunter through the Border hills.