Sean Cooney

In commemoration of the devotion of Tip, the sheepdog which stayed by the body of her dead master, Mr Joseph Tagg, on the Howden Moor for 15 weeks from the 12th of December 1953 to the 27th of March 1954, erected by public subscription.

Oh, it's really special to be here.

We've got it all to ourselves at the minute.

What do you think, Nessie?

Good girl.

I don't think so.

I think I'd do...

I've got seven songs at the minute.

I don't know, because I still don't know what it is.

I mean, it's obviously a bunch of songs, which the ones I've written I'm very proud of, and it will be as good a piece of work as I can get it.

Are we going back down here?

Yeah.

I think it's more of a, although it's got a nice chorus, it's more of a, it kind of feels like a bit of a lament as well.

Whereas my song about Barry, it almost feels like a sea shanty.

Yeah, yeah.

You know, I could, like, belt that out as an opener.

Yeah, that's lovely, yeah.

Sort of feeling.

That's the kind of thought.

Almost like at a shepherd's gathering or something, you know.