Hawick and Bedrule, Part II by
Wally Turnbull
Wednesday morning May 19th we pushed
back the curtains and looked out to see Hawick waking up to another
perfect Borders day. The summer sun was up early but still low,
catching the tops of the hills and sending shadows to play with the
colors of the slopes.

View from atop the
Drumlanrig Tower showing
the John Turnbull and Sons enterprise on a Hawick street.
We hurried through breakfast and nosed our car into the rush hour
traffic of a half dozen or so vehicles, reminding ourselves “left side,
left side.” We drove down High Street into the center of Hawick and
found a car park conveniently located behind the Visitor Information
Center. But then, everything in Hawick is conveniently located as the
town is not big though it is the largest in the Borders, sitting at the
juncture of the Teviot River and Slitrig Water.
Hawick Sings
The Scots love to sing. There is practically no place in Scotland about
which there is not a song. We are told, however, that no other town has
anywhere near the hundreds of unique songs that Hawick boasts. It is
said that only heaven has more songs that Hawick. These songs stir the
riders and spectators alike in the annual Common Riding.
“Oceans may
sever our sons from their native land,
Firm beats
their hearts for the homes of the free,
Leaps still
the Hawick blood, free as the gushing flood,
Unstemm'd as the torrents
that rush to the sea.”
In 1513
most of Hawick’s men were killed at the Battle of Flodden. The following
year, when the town was threatened by a raiding party of English troops
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the callants (boys) of the town who captured the English flag in the
process. This event is commemorated with an annual
June Common Riding, in which several hundred riders gather to ride
around the outer limits of the town.
Drumlanrig Tower
The Hawick Visitor Information Centre is
located at the west end of High Street in Drumlanrig Tower which was
built as a peel tower house and home for the Douglas family. Later,
it was the home of Anne, Duchess of Monmouth and then the Tower
Hotel. Now, it belongs to the Scottish Borders Council and houses
exhibits showing the history of Hawick and the Tower itself.
We enjoyed visiting the Drumlanrig Tower
museum and browsing its small gift shop which is well stocked with
books about Hawick and the Borders but realized that we needed to keep
moving to make our lunch appointment with James and Audrey Knight in
Bedrule.
Bedrule Mill
The Knights home in Bedrule is difficult
for first time visitors to find so James met us at the Auld Crossed
Keys Pub in Denholm. We followed him home down a winding country lane
which might have been wide enough for two cars if it were not for the
encroaching hawthorn hedges all dressed-up in their springtime best
whites.

Bedrule Mill with
Bedrule River in the foreground and Fatlips Castle atop Minto Crags in
the distance.
The Knights live in the old Bedrule Mill
next to the Bedrule River. The thick stone walled mill was used to
lathe wooden bobbins for the woolen textile industry in Hawick but has
not turned in many years
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