The Borders

Our early morning house guest arrived at 7.30 this morning: the concophany of the pelting rain and the begging bleats are certainly a change from the dawn chorus of South West London!     We are up to view a house which is totally off the grid, on our little recce last night in the howling wind we realised it was 3 miles up an unmade road over three bridges!     Today we will see it in the pouring rain so I certainly won’t be wearing my rose tinted spectacles!     

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