Today's post brought Huttonian a nondescript brown envelope from Scotsborderstourism.com offering him a position as a Borders Ambassador. Well not actually by name in the letter itself but the address was right and the reader (presumably meant to be me) was assured that I was likely to have the qualities required which included liking the Borders (I do) Speaking enthusiastically about them on every occasion (I do) telling enquirers how great they are (I do) and being prepared to carry around (and hand out) special cards when I am outwith the area (as in Berwick) or overseas (as in Norn Iron) identifying my self as a Borders Ambassador (I am) Indeed, given my past career, it is
deja vu all over again. I filled in the form and appended my thumb print and we will see what happens. If anything.
In the meanwhile I shall work on a special Borders Car Pennant for over-aweing (Sp?) foreign natives (as when touring in Northumberland) and a personal standard for hoisting on the Old Manse when ever I am in residence. The balcony to wave from will have to wait planning permission. The Borders tourist people have already appointed dogs as Borders Ambassadors (Previous posts refer) so Darwinian progression from four legs to two is/are a/two step(s) in the right direction. Evolution meets Intelligent Design on the B6460.
