Sunday, 5 June 2011
There is a language up here in the Dales which is peculiar to this area alone, as I expect there is wherever you live. As I have now lived up here for more years than I have ever lived anywhere else I have now become slightly more familiar with the words. Also, it has to be said, that there are now so many newcomers in the area that gradually the old words are disappearing. When the farmer and his father got together to chat, when we were first married, their conversation was nigh on a foreign language - not so now.
For example: When the farmer put on his overall to go out into the milking parlour, as far he as was concerned he was putting on his kytle; fettling his tractor means mending his tractor and if he comes in and tells me that somebody is 'only moderate' I am afraid it means they are dying.
Today on our walk I remembered another word - in fact I used it in my mind as I saw the scene, mainly because I couldn't think of an alternative word. After grass has been cut and gathered up for silage then the herd is let into the field to 'pyke' round the edges - in other words to eat the grass off in the hedge bottomns and any other place where the grass cutter could not reach. Judging by my photograph of the herd in the field they have enjoyed their pyking morning and are well-satisfied with the grass they have eaten.
These cows belong to our neighbouring farm and I noticed this one cow which is a completely different colour - I have never seen one this pale, delicate colour before - the rest of the herd of Holstein/Fresian. When the farmer comes back (it is his rambling group day) I shall ask him for identification.
Have you any local words in your area?