Country diary: As I cycle along, it feels as if each yellowhammer is handing me on to the next | Ed Douglas

Kelso, Roxburghshire: It’s rare I hear this delightful bunting at home, but here in the Borders their numbers suggest farmers are doing the right thingsStaying still and attentive are thought to be essential to appreciate nature. Whereas I, cycling west on quiet lanes outside Kelso, was neither. Somewhere to my left was the Tweed. Somewhere further left lay the Cheviot Hills. Far to my right were the Lammermuirs. Between these ranges lies some of the best arable land in the Borders, land w