I’ve discovered Agnes Owens, though I remember hearing her read at the Newcastle Playhouse with the Poetry Virgins sometime in the 1990s…I remember noticing her socks, I think. So, today at my writing group in Alexandria, I mentioned that I wanted to find a couple of local women to write about because all the famous men here had been done to death. I Googled Famous people from the Vale of Leven and found Agnes, and Sharleen Spiteri. Fab. Two different generations of women from the same area bursting into words and song – and how!
First thing to do next was capture some books (I already have some Texas music). My friend, Amazon, had Agnes’ collected short stories on Kindle for about £2.50, then the five novellas in one book second-hand for less than three quid. So, that will keep me from housework and socialising (ha, as if I need a reason for that) for the rest of the month, or more. Tomorrow I can meander through the house with Texas in the air and wonder if Agnes and I ever shared an hour in Sandra’s Café on the Main Street…or maybe she preferred The Fountain across the road.
Wolf at the Window 