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Hey, local folk, if anyone fancies some theatre to brighten up the time of year, I'm performing in this play on at Berwick Maltings at the end of February.
December 1849. One bridge. Two couples. A social divide. A play about the building of the Royal Border Bridge, featuring labour struggles, social injustice, family drama, and unexpected friendship, all woven through with traditional music.
Tickets on sale from the Maltings website. https://www.maltingsberwick.co.uk/whats-on/to-get-to-the-other-side/
#Northumberland #BerwickUponTweed #WhatsOnBerwick #BerwickEvents #NorthumberlandEvents #VisitNorthumberland #Theatre #LivePerformance #LocalHistory
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'"Ye canna' die wi' wild feathers."
In the old times in Northumberland (and beyond) it was believed that putting pigeon feathers, or those of any wild bird, in a pillow would prevent death coming at the proper time. A person on a wild feather pillow would linger in pain and suffering and be unable to 'cross over', so these should never be used.
This belief also seems to have held in Yorkshire, as Emily Brontë wrote in Wuthering Heights: "Ah, they put pigeons' feathers in the pillows; no wonder I couldn't die."
#Folklore #FolkloreThursday #Northumberland #NorthumberlandFolklore #Superstition #DeathLore #FolkBelief #NorthCountry
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One picture per month for 2022.
Surprisingly hard, as some months I took too many photos and some not enough. Click and zoom for the full effect!
#Photography #Northumberland #Nature #Seasonal #Wildlife #GreenSpaces #Walking #2022 #2022Recap #PhotoCollage #RuralLife
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Taken Christmas 2018, in another life when I lived in Rome. Nativity of sand outside San Pietro. Merry Christmas Eve!
#ChristmasEve #Rome #Italy #ChristmasPast #SandArt #SandSculpture #NativityScene
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A dog who didn't mind wind, drizzle, mud or darkness and chased sticks (and occasionally crows) with all the usual enthusiasm.
#DogsOfMastodon #ChocolateLabrador #LabradorRetriever #RescueDogs #AdoptDontShop
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A dog who didn't mind wind, drizzle, mud or darkness and chased sticks (and occasionally crows) with all the usual enthusiasm.
#DogsOfMastodon #ChocolateLabrador #LabradorRetriever #RescueDogs #AdoptDontShop
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A dog who didn't mind wind, drizzle, mud or darkness and chased sticks (and occasionally crows) with all the usual enthusiasm.
#DogsOfMastodon #ChocolateLabrador #LabradorRetriever #RescueDogs #AdoptDontShop
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A dog who didn't mind wind, drizzle, mud or darkness and chased sticks (and occasionally crows) with all the usual enthusiasm.
#DogsOfMastodon #ChocolateLabrador #LabradorRetriever #RescueDogs #AdoptDontShop
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A dog who didn't mind wind, drizzle, mud or darkness and chased sticks (and occasionally crows) with all the usual enthusiasm.
#DogsOfMastodon #ChocolateLabrador #LabradorRetriever #RescueDogs #AdoptDontShop
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A 'Lost' Christmas Custom of the North:
"They haven't gone guising here for a long time," said the old folk of Cambo in 1922.
"There was no 'guisering' at Christmas 1903," wrote Hastings Neville in Ford in his notes of that year.
'Guising' (apparently derived from 'disguising', referring to the costumes and masks worn) was the local version of the Mummers Plays that exist elsewhere.
In both Ford, in the far north of the county, and Cambo, 40 miles to the south, we have records of the old custom, which happened in the days leading up to Christmas. Both apparently involved the key character of a doctor, but in Ford, Revd Neville has preserved the entirety of the script, including 'King George', a young hero, Goliath, and a battle, and finishing with the rhyme:
"Your bottles are full of whisky,
Your barrels are full of beer,
I wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year."Neville puts the dying of the custom down to the reduction of young people in the villages in an age of increased mechanisation and rural depopulation. But when I was growing up in Northumberland in the 1990s, 'guising' was what we called Trick or Treating at Halloween! Maybe it hasn't so much died as shifted.
#FolkHistory #LocalHistory #Folklore #FolkCustoms #Traditions #Christmas #Midwinter #ChristmasTraditions #RuralTradition #History #Northumberland #Mummers
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A 'Lost' Christmas Custom of the North:
"They haven't gone guising here for a long time," said the old folk of Cambo in 1922.
"There was no 'guisering' at Christmas 1903," wrote Hastings Neville in Ford in his notes of that year.
'Guising' (apparently derived from 'disguising', referring to the costumes and masks worn) was the local version of the Mummers Plays that exist elsewhere.
In both Ford, in the far north of the county, and Cambo, 40 miles to the south, we have records of the old custom, which happened in the days leading up to Christmas. Both apparently involved the key character of a doctor, but in Ford, Revd Neville has preserved the entirety of the script, including 'King George', a young hero, Goliath, and a battle, and finishing with the rhyme:
"Your bottles are full of whisky,
Your barrels are full of beer,
I wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year."Neville puts the dying of the custom down to the reduction of young people in the villages in an age of increased mechanisation and rural depopulation. But when I was growing up in Northumberland in the 1990s, 'guising' was what we called Trick or Treating at Halloween! Maybe it hasn't so much died as shifted.
#FolkHistory #LocalHistory #Folklore #FolkCustoms #Traditions #Christmas #Midwinter #ChristmasTraditions #RuralTradition #History #Northumberland #Mummers
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A 'Lost' Christmas Custom of the North:
"They haven't gone guising here for a long time," said the old folk of Cambo in 1922.
"There was no 'guisering' at Christmas 1903," wrote Hastings Neville in Ford in his notes of that year.
'Guising' (apparently derived from 'disguising', referring to the costumes and masks worn) was the local version of the Mummers Plays that exist elsewhere.
In both Ford, in the far north of the county, and Cambo, 40 miles to the south, we have records of the old custom, which happened in the days leading up to Christmas. Both apparently involved the key character of a doctor, but in Ford, Revd Neville has preserved the entirety of the script, including 'King George', a young hero, Goliath, and a battle, and finishing with the rhyme:
"Your bottles are full of whisky,
Your barrels are full of beer,
I wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year."Neville puts the dying of the custom down to the reduction of young people in the villages in an age of increased mechanisation and rural depopulation. But when I was growing up in Northumberland in the 1990s, 'guising' was what we called Trick or Treating at Halloween! Maybe it hasn't so much died as shifted.
#FolkHistory #LocalHistory #Folklore #FolkCustoms #Traditions #Christmas #Midwinter #ChristmasTraditions #RuralTradition #History #Northumberland #Mummers
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A 'Lost' Christmas Custom of the North:
"They haven't gone guising here for a long time," said the old folk of Cambo in 1922.
"There was no 'guisering' at Christmas 1903," wrote Hastings Neville in Ford in his notes of that year.
'Guising' (apparently derived from 'disguising', referring to the costumes and masks worn) was the local version of the Mummers Plays that exist elsewhere.
In both Ford, in the far north of the county, and Cambo, 40 miles to the south, we have records of the old custom, which happened in the days leading up to Christmas. Both apparently involved the key character of a doctor, but in Ford, Revd Neville has preserved the entirety of the script, including 'King George', a young hero, Goliath, and a battle, and finishing with the rhyme:
"Your bottles are full of whisky,
Your barrels are full of beer,
I wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year."Neville puts the dying of the custom down to the reduction of young people in the villages in an age of increased mechanisation and rural depopulation. But when I was growing up in Northumberland in the 1990s, 'guising' was what we called Trick or Treating at Halloween! Maybe it hasn't so much died as shifted.
#FolkHistory #LocalHistory #Folklore #FolkCustoms #Traditions #Christmas #Midwinter #ChristmasTraditions #RuralTradition #History #Northumberland #Mummers
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A 'Lost' Christmas Custom of the North:
"They haven't gone guising here for a long time," said the old folk of Cambo in 1922.
"There was no 'guisering' at Christmas 1903," wrote Hastings Neville in Ford in his notes of that year.
'Guising' (apparently derived from 'disguising', referring to the costumes and masks worn) was the local version of the Mummers Plays that exist elsewhere.
In both Ford, in the far north of the county, and Cambo, 40 miles to the south, we have records of the old custom, which happened in the days leading up to Christmas. Both apparently involved the key character of a doctor, but in Ford, Revd Neville has preserved the entirety of the script, including 'King George', a young hero, Goliath, and a battle, and finishing with the rhyme:
"Your bottles are full of whisky,
Your barrels are full of beer,
I wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year."Neville puts the dying of the custom down to the reduction of young people in the villages in an age of increased mechanisation and rural depopulation. But when I was growing up in Northumberland in the 1990s, 'guising' was what we called Trick or Treating at Halloween! Maybe it hasn't so much died as shifted.
#FolkHistory #LocalHistory #Folklore #FolkCustoms #Traditions #Christmas #Midwinter #ChristmasTraditions #RuralTradition #History #Northumberland #Mummers
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Since I think my original post about this place got lost in my server move, I'm redoing it for #WaterfallWednesday.
This is the Hen Hole, far into the Cheviot Hills, at the head of the remote College Valley. A deep, craggy cleft in the side of Cheviot itself, where the wind blows the water backwards up the fall, peregrines swoop above the cliffs, and fairy music emanates from cracks in the rocks.
The story goes that a hunting party once rode up from Kirknewton, on the trail of a white stag. The stag led them a dance all the way up the College Valley before disappearing between the crags of the Hen Hole.
There, the party became transfixed by the sound of beautiful music. Bewitched, they followed it into a deep crack into the hill, and were never seen again. The only survivor was an elderly farmer on an old nag, left behind by the hunt, who came up behind just in time to see the last of his fellows disappear into the hillside.
#Northumberland #Waterfall #CheviotHills #Folklore #Folktale #Fairytale #Legend #Landscape @folklore
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Since I think my original post about this place got lost in my server move, I'm redoing it for #WaterfallWednesday.
This is the Hen Hole, far into the Cheviot Hills, at the head of the remote College Valley. A deep, craggy cleft in the side of Cheviot itself, where the wind blows the water backwards up the fall, peregrines swoop above the cliffs, and fairy music emanates from cracks in the rocks.
The story goes that a hunting party once rode up from Kirknewton, on the trail of a white stag. The stag led them a dance all the way up the College Valley before disappearing between the crags of the Hen Hole.
There, the party became transfixed by the sound of beautiful music. Bewitched, they followed it into a deep crack into the hill, and were never seen again. The only survivor was an elderly farmer on an old nag, left behind by the hunt, who came up behind just in time to see the last of his fellows disappear into the hillside.
#Northumberland #Waterfall #CheviotHills #Folklore #Folktale #Fairytale #Legend #Landscape @folklore
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Since I think my original post about this place got lost in my server move, I'm redoing it for #WaterfallWednesday.
This is the Hen Hole, far into the Cheviot Hills, at the head of the remote College Valley. A deep, craggy cleft in the side of Cheviot itself, where the wind blows the water backwards up the fall, peregrines swoop above the cliffs, and fairy music emanates from cracks in the rocks.
The story goes that a hunting party once rode up from Kirknewton, on the trail of a white stag. The stag led them a dance all the way up the College Valley before disappearing between the crags of the Hen Hole.
There, the party became transfixed by the sound of beautiful music. Bewitched, they followed it into a deep crack into the hill, and were never seen again. The only survivor was an elderly farmer on an old nag, left behind by the hunt, who came up behind just in time to see the last of his fellows disappear into the hillside.
#Northumberland #Waterfall #CheviotHills #Folklore #Folktale #Fairytale #Legend #Landscape @folklore
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Since I think my original post about this place got lost in my server move, I'm redoing it for #WaterfallWednesday.
This is the Hen Hole, far into the Cheviot Hills, at the head of the remote College Valley. A deep, craggy cleft in the side of Cheviot itself, where the wind blows the water backwards up the fall, peregrines swoop above the cliffs, and fairy music emanates from cracks in the rocks.
The story goes that a hunting party once rode up from Kirknewton, on the trail of a white stag. The stag led them a dance all the way up the College Valley before disappearing between the crags of the Hen Hole.
There, the party became transfixed by the sound of beautiful music. Bewitched, they followed it into a deep crack into the hill, and were never seen again. The only survivor was an elderly farmer on an old nag, left behind by the hunt, who came up behind just in time to see the last of his fellows disappear into the hillside.
#Northumberland #Waterfall #CheviotHills #Folklore #Folktale #Fairytale #Legend #Landscape @folklore
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Since I think my original post about this place got lost in my server move, I'm redoing it for #WaterfallWednesday.
This is the Hen Hole, far into the Cheviot Hills, at the head of the remote College Valley. A deep, craggy cleft in the side of Cheviot itself, where the wind blows the water backwards up the fall, peregrines swoop above the cliffs, and fairy music emanates from cracks in the rocks.
The story goes that a hunting party once rode up from Kirknewton, on the trail of a white stag. The stag led them a dance all the way up the College Valley before disappearing between the crags of the Hen Hole.
There, the party became transfixed by the sound of beautiful music. Bewitched, they followed it into a deep crack into the hill, and were never seen again. The only survivor was an elderly farmer on an old nag, left behind by the hunt, who came up behind just in time to see the last of his fellows disappear into the hillside.
#Northumberland #Waterfall #CheviotHills #Folklore #Folktale #Fairytale #Legend #Landscape @folklore
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I just don't know if a pink octopus (this year's Christmas present) can ever replace last year's dearly beloved, much-patched, not-immediately-replaceable elephant.
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I just don't know if a pink octopus (this year's Christmas present) can ever replace last year's dearly beloved, much-patched, not-immediately-replaceable elephant.
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I just don't know if a pink octopus (this year's Christmas present) can ever replace last year's dearly beloved, much-patched, not-immediately-replaceable elephant.
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I just don't know if a pink octopus (this year's Christmas present) can ever replace last year's dearly beloved, much-patched, not-immediately-replaceable elephant.
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I just don't know if a pink octopus (this year's Christmas present) can ever replace last year's dearly beloved, much-patched, not-immediately-replaceable elephant.
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Somewhere in the 'dream' section of my mind is a project where I get together with a trad folk musician or two, and we go out into the local landscape and weave songs and stories out of the stones and the air and the voices of people who were once there. And I guess film/record it, although don't ask me about the tech side, because I haven't a clue and I'm terrified of microphones...
Putting it here as a way to maybe manifest it somehow, someday.
#storytelling #storyteller #TraditionalStorytelling #OralStorytelling #FolkMusic #TradFolk #PerformanceArts #ArtistsOfMastodon #Northumberland #Borders
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The girl got badly chapped paws in all the snow and ice, so now she has snow booties (and a tennis ball, hence the mouth bulge). She may look a bit ridiculous, but she's so much happier!
#DogsOfMastodon #ChocolateLabrador #RescueDogs #AdoptDontShop #DogsInTheSnow
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The girl got badly chapped paws in all the snow and ice, so now she has snow booties (and a tennis ball, hence the mouth bulge). She may look a bit ridiculous, but she's so much happier!
#DogsOfMastodon #ChocolateLabrador #RescueDogs #AdoptDontShop #DogsInTheSnow
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The girl got badly chapped paws in all the snow and ice, so now she has snow booties (and a tennis ball, hence the mouth bulge). She may look a bit ridiculous, but she's so much happier!
#DogsOfMastodon #ChocolateLabrador #RescueDogs #AdoptDontShop #DogsInTheSnow
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The girl got badly chapped paws in all the snow and ice, so now she has snow booties (and a tennis ball, hence the mouth bulge). She may look a bit ridiculous, but she's so much happier!
#DogsOfMastodon #ChocolateLabrador #RescueDogs #AdoptDontShop #DogsInTheSnow
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The girl got badly chapped paws in all the snow and ice, so now she has snow booties (and a tennis ball, hence the mouth bulge). She may look a bit ridiculous, but she's so much happier!
#DogsOfMastodon #ChocolateLabrador #RescueDogs #AdoptDontShop #DogsInTheSnow