Dun(s) Roamin; revisted

In the Old Manse of Blessed Memory we used to enjoy the 'Hutton Effect'. Pouring in Paxton, crashing down in Chirnside, bucketing in Berwick-bone dry in TD151TS. Often coming into the village, immersed in a deluge there would suddenly be a line on the road-puddles one side, desert like the other. Now we have the Dunsclimit. Dry in Allanton and Preston, balmy in Ellemford and hissing down here. Even up Dun Law where the Convenantors picnicked it can be glorious and the Market Square, below, covered in recently arrived Cats and Dogs. Dunsclimit as a rare example of the Micro Climate in action-if it was slightly warmer we would be hacking our way through Rain Forest en route to the newsagents every morning. For Hutton sunshades and dining al fresco, Duns machetes and wipe your feet before breakfast.

No matter; the small house in Duns is snug; in a secret sheltered space, double glazed, low ceilings and the rain a pleasant drumming on the porch roof. No more the howling Westerly gales which made conversation in the Old Manse a top of your voice affair. Hutton dry : yes; cold ? no; frigid, yes.

Me I'll take the rain.

Anytime

(Yes, Twitcher of Teeside, those white containers are for bird food (no room inside the house), yes we are covered in feeding stations, nothing changed there-as someone remarked it seems that your new home is

strictly for the birds )

Labels: Duns, Hutton, Old Manse, Small House in Duns

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