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Serge has been staying with me here in Newcastle over the last ten days or so, which is why things have been so quiet on the blog front recently.  Sadly, he’s now back in  Beaujolais and I need a distraction from the slough of self-pity into which I drift at times like these.  A new posting should go some way to doing the trick, I reckon.

As a matter of fact, I’ve discovered that a couple of important dates have gone unremarked on the blog while my thoughts have been elsewhere.  One of them is St Cuthbert’s Day - of which more later - and the other is…

Carlin Sunday
...which falls two Sundays before Easter Day. 

I can remember my Nana making references to Carlin Sunday and it’s mentioned in a playground rhyme, which I can also  just about remember - Tid, Mid, Miseray, Carlin, Palm and Paste-Egg Day.  These are shortcut mnemonics to the six Sundays leading to Easter.  Tid, Mid and Miseray are named from the beginnings of psalms and hymns traditional in services on that day; the Te Deum, Mi Deus and Misereri mei.

'Carlin', though, has nothing to do with psalms - or even with Christianity.  As I’m sure everyone reading this blog knows perfectly well, carlins are small, nutty peas, sometimes called ‘black peas’ or ‘pigeon peas’ and steeping them, boiling them up, drenching them in vinegar and wolfing them down at roughly this time of year is a tradition, specially here in the north-east, that goes back many centuries and may well pre-date the onset of Christianity here.

Interestingly, they play a (perhaps apocryphal) part in local history, too.  It’s said that a Dutch shipload of carlins saved Newcastle from starvation when the city was besieged during the Civil War.  Which ought to have earned it a place on Newcastle’s coat of arms at the very least, if you ask me.

I doubt very much if anyone observes Carlin Sunday now, though.  In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever eaten them, on Carlin Sunday or on any other day.

You never know, though…

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The other important date I missed while my eye wasn’t on the ball - as Hildie pointed out in the Comments box of the last blog - was...
St Cuthbert’s Day
...which falls on March 20.

I’ve always liked this date as the feast day for our local patron saint.  It’s the last day of Winter - the Spring equinox.  Whatever the weather, the crocuses and snowdrops are out, daffodils are budding and, from St Cuthbert’s Day onwards, the days are finally longer than the nights.  Spring has arrived.

And, rather than being associated with dragons, fire, martyrdom and war, St Cuthbert is commemorated by his local descendants in the affectionate naming of donkeys and ponies (which were known as ‘cuddies’ when I was young) and eider ducks - still referred to as ‘cuddy ducks’ in these parts.

Above is a photo of his lovely tomb in Durham Cathedral - but why isn’t there a statue of him somewhere?

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5 comments:

Bentonbag said...

There is a statue of St Cuthbert in the Abbey grounds on Lindisfarne. Have a look at http://www.redbubble.com/people/dllp/works/7025735-statue-of-st-cuthbert-lindisfarne-priory or better still take a trip up there yourself. If you time it right this Friday you'll see the Northern Cross pilgrims crossing the sands before the tide comes in. I did it when I was a studen and I really don't envy the ones who'll do it barefoot this year.

Sid said...

Glad you are okay Ian, I was getting a tadge concerned.

Ian Robinson said...
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Ian Robinson said...

Er...sorry, Brenda - that statue is of St Aidan.

Awww thanks Sid. How are you? When we get together for a cuppa?

Bentonbag said...

http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/1239259
But this one is St Cuthbert - a Fenwick Lawson in the same place - you can see the cuddy-duck squatting at his feet.