I like dialect words, words that you hear when you are eavesdropping in a market place or tea shop or sitting on a country bus. In one of my poems I use the word ‘smeuse’ to describe the gap at the bottom of a hedge where animals can pass through. It makes me think of mice or hedgehogs squeezing through between the trunks of the hawthorn or rosa bushes.
Walking from West Witton to Redmire Foss, avoiding the field with a bull in it, we watched a dipper bobbing up and down on the stones above the turbulent water, the distinctive white throat making them easy to follow as they dart backwards and forwards. Did you know dippers have a third transparent eyelid called a ‘nictitating membrane’ that they can close to enable them to see underwater.