Telfords and Peter Hogs, a journey starts anew,
Scottish Borders calling, with skies of endless blue.
The bus pass in my pocket, a ticket to explore,
Through winding roads and landscapes, adventures to adore.
Leave the armrests alone, let the Borders unfold,
In every mile a story, in every view, pure gold.
Telfords, Peter Hogs, and a bus pass in my hand,
Exploring Scottish beauty, across this wondrous land.
From town to village, the bus makes its way,
Discovering hidden gems, where memories play.
With every stop a new scene, a different tale to tell,
The Scottish Borders whisper, under nature's spell.
