Jedburgh is quite near England. It sits in an area of the Scottish
Borders that has witnessed much upheaval in the past. At one time the
Scots and the English were constantly knocking lumps out of each other.
Sometimes, when the English either weren't up for a scrap or were
otherwise engaged, the Scots would happily knock lumps out of
themselves, just to pass the time, I expect. Jedburgh is in fact so
close to the Scotland-England border that it was occupied by the English
in 1547. Then, in 1548, the French had a bash and took over the town.
When you combine all of this with the close proximity of the Romans many
centuries before, then deep down the people of Jedburgh must harbour an
inherent insecurity, perhaps even a slight concern at their own
ethnicity and the true source of their collective DNA. The arrival of
strangers in their midst must put the poor dears somewhat on edge,
forever fearful of yet another invading occupation.
And that, I reckon, is why the bus service in Jedburgh is so dire.
They've deliberately made it hard for outsiders to get to and from their
hilly little place so as to reduce the chance of further takeovers. For
example, the last bus out of Jedburgh bound for Edinburgh on a Saturday
used to be at 20.05, then in 2010 they changed it to 17.15. Quite
Which is why the next time I visit Jedburgh I'm going by horse. Just me
and ten thousand others. 'ALBA GU BRATH!'