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 Bec my London neighbourhood. After all, that’s where I come and stay whenever I’m back in the English capital.
Sweethope Hill, The Scottish Borders. December, 2007.
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.
Solo on the route up to Sweethope Hill, Kelso.
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.
Visit The Scottish Borders with my travel articles from:
Bowmont Forest
Galashiels
St. Abbs Village
Sweethope
The Waterloo Monument
