I like the countryside: it looks pretty in the sunshine and smells nice when it rains, but I'm always delighted when driving along a road bordered by field and hill to happen upon a sign of human presence. So I was utterly thrilled the other day when, on the road to Melrose which is pretty remote, I spied a huge splash of red through the trees. It was as if a giant had dropped her Chanel Rouge no. 22 pour les levres.
At first I thought it was a painted corrugated iron house and wondered what sort of person would live there. This occupied me for about a fortnight until I was able to go back a have a closer look.
But it turned out to be the village hall of Yarrowford,which is still quite radical but no where near as romantic.
Also along that road, which is my latest favourite, I
came across this tepee. You can rent it for £60 per night plus £5 for each person. If I could play guitar I'd consider it.