ARMED POLICE IN GREENLAW SHOCK.
Today's
Berwickshire carries a front page report(a small one on a big page) about armed police racing through the streets of Greenlaw after a call from a 39 year old man claiming that he was in possession of a firearm. Apparently he had previously called NHS24 to say he was committing suicide via an overdose of drugs-so the firearm seems to have been a bit of an overkill (no pun intended) Having won their race the armed police failed to find any firearm and the guy in question is now charged with committing a breach of the peace by claiming to be committing suicide.
You have to be careful with the fuzz in the 'Ancient Capital of Berwickshire'-as the town sign proudly proclaims. The Wife driving a weary Huttonian homewards after a day flight from Ghana was followed out of Greenlaw latish on a Saturday night by the East Lothian and Borders Police rapid response take-no-prisoners Patrol Car.Having stopped us by a lot of light flashing, and having had our tyres and lights examined closely the Wife was told that she had been in danger of committing a serious breach of the peace in that she drove through the ancient capital of Greenlaw in a reckless and intimidating manner with her headlights full on thus putting slumbering coppers parked peacefully in the main street in fear and trembling of their lives and waking them up with a horrid start etc (I paraphrase the nice remarks made by a friendly policeman slightly- for dramatic effect.)
We explained that we had just come from Edinburgh airport after flying all day and it had seemed to us that Greenlaw was even more deserted than ever, had not noticed the dozing Panda and very sorry for any offence (no pun intended) given. Pity was taken and we not breathalysed or further interrogated We were however asked where in the Borders we stayed (tr: lived) Our response was 'Hutton'
They laughed! And giggling and chortling sent us on our way
Why? What is so funny about Hutton in police circles?
Next time we will say
Fishwick.
Intake of breath. Respect. The Traffic black spot of the Borders.
