Do names pop into your head like rabbits when you are in a new and unfamiliar place?
The names of Crom whisper from beneath stable doors, are wagged into shape by willing dogs tails, pour through doors and windows.
The names below are a just some of those stored in a tiny bud of a cottage that grows from the corner of the big mama wall at the Crom Estate vegetable garden, which is now a National Trust allotment..
Tully, Daily, Murtle, Corbyn, Blake,
Gunny, Sacha, Missy, Percival,
Mickey, McManus, Maisy, Baffle, Mac,
Gaby, Mole, Red, Cally, Flight, Tilly, Joker,
May, Murphy, Angel, Cavan Boy,
Marney, Sally, Torma, Boyne,
Frazer, Archie, Blight, Captain,
Jumpy, Tyson, Glory, Baby.
Don’t forget Baby….. !
They reek of saddle oil, tar, baccy and climbing roses. Who gave these names to dogs, under-gardeners, ratters,stable- boys, conserve makers, ghillies?
Contrast these names now with names from the present day Geopark. Names spoken to people and animals we met at Marble Arch Caves Geopark.
Eugene, Bridget, Jo, King, Ruby,
Ignatius, Malachy, Seamus,
Murphey, Séan, Diane, David,
Catriona, Helen, and Mary -Jane
Never forget Mary-Jane……..!
On the subject of names. Doesn’t a blog really qualify for status as a PET and don´t we give pets names? (where d´th´’Tamagotchi’s go?). You need to feed, talk, walk your blogs so why not name your blog?….. Go ON… give her a name.