As it happens-considering what the smart Edinburgh folk think what happens in the borders-I was held up by a bevy of slow moving sheep on the road on the way to Duns-a main artery this, carrying as many as 20 cars an hour. And, just to make the townie sophisticate's point I overtook at least three horse people en route. So perhaps the image is a correct one after all and what is wrong with that? Will a flock of sheep and a trio of riders deter smart investors from putting their money here? Especially if it is agricultural investment they are after-Edinburgh would not be much use for that.
Alert Edinburghers visiting these rural parts will note that come September the Cock Pheasants are no longer seen around here. Matured and flown away? No. So where are they? Dead. Shot by fat, ill-fitting-tweed-clad visiting myopic southern stockbrokers? No-myopia and the automatic shot guns are not a winning combination. They have all been run over-many by visitors from Ould Reekie with their careless city ways. Although to be fair the CP is such a stupid bird it is difficult not to mow them down as they jump out in front of your wheels-Darwin would have had a word for it I am sure. The Hens are not so stupid and survive ok. But what do they do without the Cocks? Have a gay old time I reckon.
