CUTHBERT AND THE OTTERS Â Â Â Â In memory of Seamus Heaney Notwithstanding the fact that one of them has gnawed a strip of flesh from the shoulder of the salmon, relieving it of a little darne, the fish these six otters would fain carry over the sandstone limen and into Cuthbertâs cell, a fish garlanded with bay leaves and laid out on a linden flitch like a hauberked warrior laid out on his shield, may yet be thought of as whole. An entire fish for an abbotâs supper. Itâs true theyâve yet to develop the turnip clamp and the sword with a weighted pommel but the Danes are already dyeing everything beige. In anticipation, perhaps, of the carpet and mustard factories built on ground first broken by the Brigantes. The Benedictines still love a bit of banter along with the Beatitudes. Blessed is the trundle bed, it readies us for the tunnel from Spital Tongues to the staithes. Iâm at once full of dread and in complete denial. I cannot thole the thought of Seamus Heaney dead. In the way that 9 and 3 are a perfect match an Irish war band has 27 members. In Barrow-in-Furness a shipyard man scans a wall for a striking wrench as a child might mooch for blackberries in a ditch. In times to come the hydrangea will mark most edges of empire. For the moment Iâm hemmed in every bit as much by sorrow as by the crush of cattle along the back roads from Durham to Desertmartin. Diseart meaning âa hermitage.â In Ballynahone Bog theyâre piling still more turf in a cart. It seems one manifestation of the midge may have no mouthparts. Heartsore yet oddly heartened, Iâve watched these six otters make their regal progress across the threshold. I see how they might balk at their burden. A striped sail will often take years to make. They wear wolf or bear pelts, the berserkers. Like the Oracle at Delphi, whose three-legged stool straddles a fiery trough amid the still-fuming heaps of slag, theyâre almost certainly on drugs. Perhaps a Viking sail handler, himself threatened with being overwhelmed, will have gone out on a limb and invented a wind tiller by lashing a vane to the helm? That a longship has been overturned on the moor is as much as we may surmise of a beehive cell thrown up along the Tyne. The wax moth lives in a beehive proper. It can detect sound frequencies up to 300 kHz. The horse in the stable may be trained to follow a scent. What looks like a growth of stubble has to do with the chin drying out. I straighten my black tie as the pallbearer who almost certainly filched that strip of skin draws level with me. Did I say âcalamineâ? I meant âchamomile.â For the tearoom nearest to Grizedale Tarn itâs best to follow the peat stain of Grizedale Beck. A prototype of backgammon was played by the Danes. Even Mozart would resort to a recitative for moving things along. Halfway through whatâs dissolved into the village of Bellaghy, this otter steps out from under the bier and offers me his spot. It seems even an otter may subordinate himself whilst being first in line to revolt. He may be at once complete insider and odd man out. Columbanus is said to have tamed a bear and harnessed it to a plow. Bach. The sarabande. Under the floor of Cuthbertâs cell theyâve buried the skull of a colt born with a curvature of the spine. Even now we throw down a challenge like a keel whilst refraining from eating peach pits for fear of cyanide. Refrain as in frenum , âa bridle.â We notice how a hook on the hind wing of a moth connects it to an eye on the forewing. A complex joint if ever there was one. According to our tanners, the preservation of hides involves throwing caution to the wind. Their work permits allowed Vikings to sack Armagh in 832. The orange twine helps us keep things straight. I once sustained concussion, having been hit by a boom in Greenwich, and saw