A Northumbrian Diary
Falstone Show
Agustín Fernández Dunterley Farm, Falstone Show, N, photography, W 1 Comment
Following his fall from grace at last year’s show – when I had to fumble frantically for the poo bag in front of the dog judges and circled by a mortifyingly sympathetic audience – Fluffy was not allowed back to Falstone Show this time. Instead I took the family. There was no shortage of things […]
More on the cascade of lights
Agustín Fernández cascade of lights, meteor shower 0 Comments
Thanks to Bella for the suggestion that the cascade of lights may have been a meteor shower. She rightly points out that there has been activity around this time and, sure enough, even a superficial search reveals that around 12 August was the expected peak time for Perseids. What I saw on 10 August was […]
Horse or pony
Agustín Fernández horse 0 Comments
The new resident across the road displays all the characteristics of a horse, including the size, but I am told he is a pony. Somebody will have to explain to me the finer points of equine differentiation; for the time being I call him indistinctly horse or pony when I greet him. Unlike the long-standing […]
No answers
Agustín Fernández hay, The Farmer, tractor 2 Comments
No answers means either nobody reads this blog or nobody knows about the cascade of lights. I would believe that I imagined it if K had not seen it too. Never mind. The Farmer came around a few days ago, knight in shining tractor, to perform the annual shearing of our field. I meant to […]
That moon again
Agustín Fernández Montero, moon, werewolves 0 Comments
Tonight the moon is so bright that you can feel your pupils contracting when you look at it. Its reflection on the field magnifies the glow, making you almost screw your face at the brightness. If you stand with your back to it, you can see your shadow cutting a distinct contour on the silver-coated […]
Douglas in the rain
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Cleg
Agustín Fernández cleg, W 0 Comments
W was here today. As an erstwhile forester and farmer around these parts, when asked he knew exactly the identity of the bloodthirsty assassin that had marred my grass cutting yesterday: horsefly, known around here as cleg.
Field traffic
Agustín Fernández cuckoo, Hot day, obstructed field 0 Comments
Contrary to the forecasts, today was sunny and sultry, easily the warmest day I remember in these parts. Even the rooms downstairs welcomed you in short sleeves, which, believe me, for a Bolivian in Northumberland is a novel experience. But not right now any longer, for as midnight approaches I have had to switch back […]
First of the summer
Agustín Fernández longing, Sun 0 Comments
Today has been a miracle of a day. The sun shone with a brightness that defied belief; indeed, it still does at half past seven in the evening. After a family lunch at Wark’s Battlesteads Hotel – a very well cooked carvery – we came home and sat by the river. When it was time […]
Bales of hay
Agustín Fernández bales of hay, The Farmer 0 Comments
Bales of hay, not on my field. Below, right, The Farmer taking them away. The inclement weather forced The Farmer to return a second time to turn the grass he had previously cut and turned once. I did not observe the work, but the result struck me as artistic. The grass, quite dry by now, […]