Category Archives: Winter

Lore and Lure of the River

Posted on October 26, 2015 by malcolmarchibald

It was Sir Walter Scott who made the Tweed famous, so that people in half the nations of the world learned about the beauty and lore of the Borders through his words. Yet by international standards the river is insignificant. … Continue reading →

Posted in Crusades, Flooding, Memories, Mississippi, nature, Peebles, Postman, River Tweed, Rivers, Royal Mail, Scotland, Scottish Borders, Seasons, Walter Scott, Winter | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Memories of a past life

Posted on October 23, 2015 by malcolmarchibald

Many years ago, in a different life, I was a postman in the Scottish Borders. When the days close in as they do now, I remember these old days: Winter mornings were the most memorable, whatever the weather. Sometimes it was … Continue reading →

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