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The Scottish Borders
The River Tweed at Caddonfoot, The Scottish Borders.
One of the many perks of my nomadic lifestyle is that there are at least three or four places I like to think of as home. Primarily, I will always be from Hammersmith, the area of London I hail from. At the same time, I consider Tooting Becmy London neighbourhood. After all, that’s where I come and stay whenever I’m back in the English capital.
Furthermore, I’ve spent so much time in Scotland I feel a few pieces of me belong there too. At least one of these parts (my legs perhaps) has a place in The Scottish Borders. This is where my parents have been based for the better part of the last sixteen years. Firstly in a tiny hamlet near Kelso, these days in the textiles town of Galashiels.
Galashiels, The Scottish Borders.
It wasn’t until I began raking through my photo archives that I realised just how much material I have from around The Scottish Borders. A visit here always involves hours of dog walking. Hence my dad and I have made tracks all over the county with a succession of Thomas family dogs; from Inde and Solo to our current canine River.
River doing his thing at Yair Hill Forest.
Subsequently, it’s been a huge amount of fun putting together these reports from dense forests, rocky hills, rolling farmland, ruined towers and historical monuments.
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