Today we took baby James to the ancient home of his forefathers. Rutherford is now only a scatter of farm cottages close to the big house, but once was home to the Rutherford clan.
The river Tweed at this point cuts through a very rich red soil, carving a small red cliff on the northern bank. Hence – I believe – the ruddy ford across the river.
I had never visited before, and yet it felt I was home. The place was peaceful and beautiful. I could live there happily.
