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Greetings from The Borders...
I’m Christian Payne, smallholder, photographer and writer. Thanks for supporting this weird little publication..
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I can’t remember ever feeling like I was working more than my body could handle. At least not since I did a few weeks of potato picking. Or was it a few days. I can’t quite remember. All I remember were the aches and pains akin to how you feel the morning after being flung from a motorbike into a hedge at hight speed. Done that too.
So yes. Sitting down to write this is a welcome break from some of the heavy lifting I’ve been doing round the land. Not that I’m complaining. It’s more like i’m enjoying it so much i’m forgetting to rest my body.
An update on the volunteering at the Swan and wildlife trust. The once skinny underfed hedgehogs are putting on a healthy amount of weight in preparation for their release and the signets are rapidly becoming swans. Also soon to head back to the wild.
The unread Daily Mail newspapers you see in the pile serve a noble role in the hedgehog hospital… Despite already being full of shit the papers are still surprisingly absorbent and can take all the wee and poo the hedgehogs have to offer. And believe me… Hungry hedgehogs like to poo.
[Although I’m fully aware of the viral potential of showing a Mail headline covered in poo, I prefer to leave that magnificent art piece to your imagination.]