Proud to be a Northumbrian..

Should I or shouldn't I ? starting a blog seemed to be a difficult decison. As a people person its difficult not to want to yak to the world, But as some one who guards their privacy, Do I really want eveyone to know my thoughts ? Typical Gemini Up-Down, Yes-No, Each day for the stereotypical Gemini is invariably filled with decision making shall I shan't I? oh god our heads buzz with it. One thing I have no battle with is the place where I live. Northumberland, I have lived here all of my life and whilst many of my friends have spread their wings and flown to pastures new I have had no such desire. Encircled by family and long standing friends, Surrounded by the beautiful Northumbrian countryside I feel lucky... I want to clear one thing up straight away, anyone reading this from any where that is not classed as up North!! We in Northumberland are not Geordies, and whilst I have the utmost respect for my fellow Northerners, Northumberland has its own traditions, crafts and way of life.

Rolling Hills of Northumberland

Rolling Hills of Northumberland
Pity about the Electricity cable

Errington Reay Pottery

Errington Reay Pottery
The Village pottery, The last pottery in Enland licensed to salt glaze pots.
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Our Lovely Brown Hens Have Arrived
The Ladies are now settling in nicely, having arrived at their new home on Friday 13th June 08 ( not a good date to do anything with any risk involved) but so far so good. This is the third time we have had hens but this time is different. Before we have always had lots of other animals yep done the whole pet thing to extreme rabbits, guinea pigs, ferrets, horses, cats,dogs we have had the lot but after all these years we found ourselves petless.They were barred in their lovely new house for three days, they managed to survive the constant raising of their roof, and people clucking at them like new born babies. My brother brought us back to reality with a once you've seen one brown hen (enough said). A couple of nights of chasing them around the paddock and teaching them to walk the plank, then hey presto third night they put themselves to bed. Result, trained hens already. Nope not that easy now we have to chase them out of the garden and keep them out of the property next door.

The Corrie Girls

The Corrie Girls
Our charming brown hens.

The Little Hen Coup

The Little Hen Coup
They love their little pad...

Saturday 5 July 2008

Furious

Born and bred in this village I have slowly watched its demise. I remember when we had a Co-op, Bakery, Cobblers and Butchers. I can't remember when we had a Blacksmiths or Three pubs. I can remember however when we had numerous community buildings available for shin digs and high jinks which were places that provided an opportunity to meet new comers and old friends. I have watched as people spill from town to countryside (and why not its a great life) but why oh why do they try to change the countryside. Once the children have moved on from the little village school you loose that constant contact with your community and its important to have events that pull communites together. However many new comers don't want that they want to get in their car on weekends and disappear to shopping centres and they come to the countryside to get peace and quiet. They don't shop at the little village shop as a loaf of bread is a few pence dearer. I don't do my weekly shop here but I do visit the village post office and shop as much as I can. Its IMPORTANT country folk must support their local amenities whether its the pub the post office what ever they won't survive with out us. I am FURIOIUS because we have just discovered we are to loose our village post office........ this will be a massive loss to our community. John and Irene who run the post office and shop are fantastic people who have given this community a service second to none. We must learn to fight in this country for what we want , we are too Complacent. Come on the Brits we can do it.

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