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Sunday 16th September 2007
Raining in Hawick
    
Yeah, so erm . . . M**** wanted to go to Hawick. But then it started raining, so that kind of limited what we could do. We had lunch at this place called Bean something or another. I think the complex was called Tower Mill, built over the river with a strange glass floor so that you could see some water wheel thing underneath. Oh, and there's a heron. Blimey.
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So, erm, M**** wanted to go to this museum thing. It was okay. A****** seemed to like it. M**** wanted pictures of the pictures for some reason, so this I did. The curator (?! receptionist?!) gave me filthy looks on my way out, perhaps because the gallery had photographic restrictions that I just trampled all over, but the limit of her being bothered was the casting of evil looks to the protagonist. Something like that.
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Some more pictures here.
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Then, on the way back, the wind and rain having abatted, we fed the ducks at Langholm, almost getting mugged by ducks, in as much as you can.
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