A Northumbrian Diary
Friday 31 August 2007
Agustín Fernández Black Rock eggs 0 Comments
Geordie’s demise has transformed the dynamic between the surviving hens. Bob Johnson is now in a minority of one, so she can ill afford to peck at her younger and increasingly stronger colleagues. There is no vindictive bullying from the black majority either, so the three go about their business in amicable normality. What’s more, […]
Monday 27 August 2007
Agustín Fernández Broody Geordie 0 Comments
The two new Black Rocks are feisty characters, especially the younger one, Rocky. Her friend Delilah is more corpulent and has more of a comb and her behaviour, although quite bubbly too, is less exuberant. Rocky spots you from a distance and follows you around running at high speed, and when she catches up with […]
Saturday 25 August 2007
Agustín Fernández Bellingham Show 0 Comments
Bellingham Show day. The road workmen have had the good grace to remove their barriers, cones and ‘no access’ signs for the occasion. I had to miss the show because of family business in Edinburgh. K went with her cousin J taking the Bouvier with her, but there was no category for him. An attempt […]
18 August 2007
Agustín Fernández Falstone Show 0 Comments
Saturday 18 August 2007 Falstone Show day. K decided we should enter Fluffy in the dog class, Any Other Dog category. Following the discontinuance of the Terrier Race on grounds of Health and Safety, it seemed that the dog presence in the show was set to have a lower profile than hitherto. She thought it […]
5 August 2007
Agustín Fernández bales of hay, Music and Land, String quartet No. 1 'Montes' 0 Comments
After the best part of another day toiling fruitlessly, finally towards the evening I found a way out of the deadlock in ‘Music and Land’. It doesn’t yet feel like a breakthrough, but the relief to see the music flowing again is no bad feeling. Fluffy the Bouvier showed a rare semblance of vigilance when […]
1 August 2007
Agustín Fernández After Mystical Dances, mooncast, owl 0 Comments
I was late home after the performance and the party, which the worrying about dog and hens had compelled me to leave earlier than I would have liked to. The roads were blissfully empty most of the way back, and on arrival I headed straight for the Bouvier, who had spent a record number of […]
Sunday 9 September 2007
Agustín Fernández Scrap Metal 0 Comments
Life on Tynedale and the endless works needed on the house have brought a procession of interesting characters I never tire of observing. There is the Chimney Sweeper, with a colourful, resonant voice and a use of the dialect that epitomises the vocal music of this region. There is the Calor Gas man, who doubles […]