Saturday, 12 October 2013

Queen's Baton Relay - Stage II (South Asia)

The Baton arrived at Indira Gandhi International Airport, New Delhi, India at 8.15pm, local time,  on 11th October 2013,  after a transit stop in Dubai.  The Baton was given a ceremonial reception by top Indian sportspersons and officials, including IOA acting head Vijay Kumar Malhotra.  Mr Malhotra received the Baton from 2014 Glasgow Organising Committee Vice-Chair and Commonwealth Games Federation Honorary Secretary Louise Martin before being handed to the Indian sportspersons present at the reception. 


Other Indian officials who were present included senior IOA officials G S Mander and S Reghunathan as well as Indian Weightlifting Federation Secretary-General Sahdev Yadav.  Sportspersons who were present to receive the Baton included discus thrower Krishna Poonia, weightlifter Kutulu Ravi Kumar, shooter Samresh Jung and wrestlers Yogeshwar Dutt, Ravinder Singh and Anil Kumar; all of whom won gold medals in the 2010 Delhi Commonwealth Games.
 

 
 

Queen's Baton Relay - Stage I

On 9th October 2013, the Queen's Baton started its long journey round the Commonwealth.  Sir Chris Hoy, Ambassador for the 2014 Commonwealth Games, carried the Baton to Buckingham Palace.

 
At Buckingham Palace, the Queen inserted her message into the Baton, and watch as the Baton started its journey.


 
The first destination for the Baton on 10th October 2013 was Stirling University (home of the Commonwealth Games Council for Scotland) where the domestic route was unveiled.
 



 
After a reception at Glasgow's City Chambers the Baton left from Glasgow Airport on-board an Emirates flight, en route for India.

 

Sunday, 15 September 2013

Timeline - Sunday 15th September 2013 - Heritage Open Days part 3

Today it was my turn to my bit as a local organiser of Heritage Open Days when the Central Manchester Quaker Meeting House was open from 1pm to 4pm. 

I was assistant welcoming friend in the morning, and we had a shared lunch.  I was eating my lunch in the concourse with a couple of other friends when Beck, one of the elders, called us into the main room with the prospect of an "announcement". The announcement turned out to be handing me a birthday card which everyone present (children included) had signed and a rendition of "Happy Birthday" - all very nice, and I was touched.

We had 13 visitors during our opening of Heritage Open Days and a number had previously been to visit the Portico Library. 
One thing that is a constant bugbear is the lack of publicity for Heritage Open Days in Manchester.  A comprehensive guide is produced for Rochdale and for Oldham (and in years past a guide proposed for Tameside and for Stockport; I presume that happened again this year), but nothing for Manchester.  I produced my own guide, but it was very basic indeed.  The other guides I used were the Rochdale guide, the Didsbury Open Doors leaflet and the Cheetham Festival leaflet.
 




Timeline - Saturday 14th September 2013 - Heritage Open Days

Today was my main day doing Heritage Open Days.  My main focus for the first visit was to be Emmanuel Church in Didsbury, the home of the BBC daily service.

I got the tram down to Didsbury Village, and as I got out of the tram station there was Didsbury Baptist Church in front of me, so I called in.  The welcome was not over-friendly but I got a free cup of coffee; also the building is not particularly special.

I then set out to go to Emmanuel Church, and on the way called in at Didsbury Library.  There I was totally ignored.  The only thing I could see about Heritage Open Days was a display with the Didsbury Open Doors leaflet.  I did discover that the recital at St James's Church on Thursday was music from the coronations; had I known that at the time I would have gone to it.

Just round the corner was the aim of my trip - Emmanuel Church.  It was shut!  Not open as claimed, because, I learnt, they had not enough staff to run it.  Big disappointed.  Instead I headed towards St Chad's Church, Ladybarn.  Here I got a very nice welcome, and they seemed pleased that a visitor from North Manchester had come to visit them.

They have a community garden which is designed to attract bees.  I bought a loaf of bread and a fruit cake from here.  I asked one of the stewards the best way to get to St Nicholas church in Burnage and she offered to drive me there.  I thanked her, but decided to continue on foot and by bus.  St Nicholas Church is not an attractive building, but again I got a friendly welcome.

My next port of call was a building I had wanted to visit for some while, Nazarene College in Didsbury.  This has in previous years only been open on the Sunday, so a Saturday opening made it a must visit place.  It certainly did not disappoint, and the building used is really lovely.

 
I then decided I would visit Droylsden and Clayton.  I found my way to West Didsbury tram station and encountered the "open day" at Lapwing Lane Arcade - really just a stall selling raffle tickets and a chance to sponsor glass panes in the Arcade.  Not really much interest there.
 
 

I had to drop Droylsden and Clayton from my agenda due to missing at tram connection by minutes, and the next tram being 28 minutes later.  Instead I went on the Crumpsall and visited St Matthew's Church.  I must have passed this building hundreds of times since I moved to Manchester, but this was my first chance to look inside.
 
The welcome was friendly, though the church is fairly nondescript.  I went into the church hall and was entertained by the Crumpsall Concert Band, and had a free cup of coffee and a cream scone.  I then caught the 118 bus home and got ready to go to the dance at Brighouse that evening.
 

Saturday, 14 September 2013

Timeline - Friday 13th September 2013 - Heritage Open Days

Today I had a day off work.  I woke late at 9am, and had to get ready quickly as I was helping to set up the hall for my birthday dance that evening at 10.30am.  I got there just after, and we put the tables out, got the table clothes on etc.  I had a 50th birthday banner which I put across the stage, and with four of us we made quick work of it completing the transformation of the hall by 11.30am.

As it was Heritage Open Day today, I stopped off in Middleton and viewed some buildings there.  Three of them I had been to in previous years, but it was still good to visit them again.  I had a cup of coffee at the Long Street Methodist Church, and was given a one-to-one guided tour of the school rooms.  I then visited St Leonards Parish Church and the Queen Elizabeth Grammar School.  I also visited All Saints & Martyrs Church in Langley.



I then got dressed into my nines (Prince Charlie Jacket, bow tie and all) and wore the family tartan kilt, went to my birthday dance at St Aidans Church Hall, Sudden.

 
 
The dances were West's Hornpipe, Oxo Reel, Butterscotch & Honey, Pelorus Jack, Napiers Index, Rose of the North and Maxwells Rant in the first half, and Annan Gold, Ian Powrie's Farewell to Auchterader, A Trip to Bavaria, Grey Cairns of Camster, Montgomeries Rant, The Dream Catcher and Machine Without Horses in the second half.  Suffice to say I danced every dance.
 
The cake was made by Pat of the Brighouse Scottish Dance Club, and it looked very nice (it tasted lovely too).
 
It was nice to see friends from the Gay Gordons (Manchester), RSCDS Manchester and Rochdale branches, Rochdale & District Scottish Society, Brighouse Scottish Dance Club and the Goyt Valley Scottish Dance Club all coming to help me celebrate my 50th birthday.  Everyone seemed to have a good time, and I got loads of hugs and good wishes.


Sunday, 8 September 2013

The road to 2013 - part 14

This is the penultimate part of my journey around the country.  On 29th July 1991 I moved into a house on Filton Avenue in Horfield, a suburb in the north of the city of Bristol.  A friend of mine had moved in a short time earlier and let me know there was a letting room available.  I didn't know it at the time but I was to be living there for just shy of 9 years.

The house was owned by Cathy who became a tenant there under the previous owner.  He died, and having no relatives, bequeathed the house to Cathy.  The house was in a dilapidated state at the time, and she spent most of her savings doing the place up.  She also worked at Bristol Cathedral and my friend knew her from there. 

Shortly after moving in I got a job at South Gloucestershire Council in Thornbury, employed in the housing benefits section.  Whilst in Thornbury I had the foresight of registering with an temping agency, and this proved beneficial because the Council decided to concentrate the housing benefits at their offices in Kingswood, and they adopted a policy of "last one in first one out".  I was the last one in ....

The agency then secured for me a placement at the Bristol & West Building Society as a legal secretary in the repossession sales department.  Thus started a career as a legal secretary in conveyancing.  Most of my jobs thereafter were in this role.  I also registered with two agencies in the centre of Bristol - namely Office Angels and Law Choice, the latter specialising in legal secretary appointments.  From that point on I was hardly ever without work, and my spells out of work were short.  There is one big downside to temping though - when its sunny and people want holidays, that's when temps get jobs; so instead of enjoying the sun I would be found in an office, or a typing pool, producing conveyancing or commercial property documents.

When I moved to Horfield I also switched my allegiance from the Salvation Army in Bedminster, to the one in Horfield.  Apparently people were talking about this unbeknown to me, and when I walked into the hall in Horfield I was "expected".  I was to be involved in the Horfield Salvation Army until 1998.  At that point I transferred to the Salvation Army in Staple Hill where I felt very much at home.

I had a number of holidays during my time in Filton Avenue.  I had a lovely week in Penzance, staying with former officers from Horfield who I had gotten on well with, and had a day trip to the Battle of the Flowers in Jersey.  Since we travelled by coach it was a very very long day!

The next year, however, I booked a week long holiday on Jersey, and had a superb time.

During the Christmas break in 1999, with the Millennium approaching, I really had a hard think about my future.  I was in a job I hated, working for an employer that didn't give references as a matter of policy.  I arrived in that job because I had temped with them, and after a short while they offered me a permanent place.  My boss however was a crude rude woman who used to swear a lot.  I decided I would have to quit.  On the first day back in 2000 I handed in my month's notice.  Quite a rash thing to do when I didn't have a job to go to.  However one of my temping agencies proved good and on the Monday after I had left on the Friday I had a short assignment in the north of the city.  However because this job "I went to" came to the end of a contract I was not penalised by the social security.  I had three places I would like to move to.  One was Bournemouth, a town I love and had good employment prospects (and quite often good weather), an other was Edinburgh, another place I love, and the third was Manchester (where I was born). 

Over the Easter period I went to Manchester and stayed with some friends, and decided that this would be where I would move to.  I made an appointment with a legal temping agency in the city, and went to see them, and they said I was to let them know when I moved up.  I put myself on the council waiting list.  After six weeks I was offered a council flat.  Then followed a whir of goodbyes and packing.  On the day I was to sign for new flat my Uncle Ray's funeral was to be held, and I had been offered the day before a permanent position at the firm I was working for at the time.  Talk about mixed emotions!  However, I signed for my flat, and at the end of June 2000 I moved to Manchester.

Saturday, 7 September 2013

Timeline - Saturday 7th September 2013 - visit to Oldham

Today I visited Oldham, and more specifically Gallery Oldham.

I saw two exhibitions, one on Oldham's role in the cotton industry: "Spindleopolis - When Cotton Was King" and a photographic exhibition entitled "Positive Light".

Later I watched the Last Night of the Proms on the Television.


Timeline - Friday 6th September 2013 - the end of Summer?

The forecast was rain, and for once the forecasters got it right.  Summer feels like it is definitely over, and the wet stuff is falling from the sky. 

At lunchtime I visited the Chinese Arts Centre and viewed an exhibition by Taiwanese artist Wu Ching-Tsung.  There were a few banners which were entitled "Wrinkled Textures", which were very easy on the eye, but the main exhibit was something called "Crystal City 004" which was stunning.

Thursday, 5 September 2013

The road to 2013 part 13

Having failed so miserably at my studies, I was left with some choices.  Either I return to Atherstone (not an entertaining prospect), or I move to Cardiff, or I move to Bristol.  I opted for Bristol on the grounds there was likely to be more work available. 

My first address was in Westbury Park in a bed & breakfast "establishment".  I was told that the price included breakfast, and moved in accordingly.  Then they told me the breakfast bit was a scam to get more money off the social, and no breakfast was actually provided.  It was squalid, despite Westbury Park being an area of subdued grandeur.  There was a Waitrose there, which I visited infrequently, but found a great like for their wholemeal shortbread.  My stay in Westbury Park was short-lived and very quickly I found myself in a Christian hostel in Clifton.  Again this was not very suitable accommodation; I had far too much stuff for the space allowed.  Not long after I found a much more suitable place to stay in the Chessels in Bedminster.  I shared a house with a guy called Philip who I grew quite fond of. 

I started attending the Salvation Army in Bedminster which was a nice fellowship.  I was very happy in the Chessels; there was a nice community feel about the place.  I got my first job whilst living there, working as a voluntary clerical assistant at the Friends of the Earth office, and in April 1985 I got my first paid job as a Typist with Avon Play Service, a community programme in the same office.  I also joined the trade union (NUPE).  Unfortunately the job, being a government scheme, only lasted 12 months.

Whilst working at Avon Play Service I moved out of the Chessels to a bedsit on Coronation Road in Southville.  Just round the corner from where I was living was a former church hall and in it was a theatre, run by St Paul's Players.  I noticed one day an advert for an audition for a play they were putting on - Under Milk Wood - and they needed a lot more people than any normal production.  I got the part of Mog Edwards.  I also developed my joy for props, and helped out in the props department.

My second play was in November 1985 where I had the part of Gerard in Abelard and Heloise, but this was only a bit part, most of my time was spent doing props.

I also took part in a production of The Crucible, again a bit part, spending the rest of my time doing props.  I wasn't involved with any other productions. This was mostly because I had moved again in 1986 to the Stokes Croft area of the city. 

I also got a new job coinciding with the passing of the 1986 Transport Act which deregulated bus services in England & Wales.  My new job, another community programme post, was as the Public Transport Information Worker at the Hartcliffe Community Information Centre.  My first task was to get the timetables of all the bus services in the Hartcliffe area, and then to provide the timetables for any members of the public who wanted them. 

Quite early on during my time there I went to the local parade of shops one lunchtime and asked for a Salad Sandwich - they asked me if I wanted Beef Salad, or Ham Salad, or Chicken Salad - and I said no just Salad - and to make me even weirder I wanted it on brown bread.  Every lunchtime thereafter I had to have a Salad Sandwich on brown bread - and they made it specially for me when they were making the other sandwiches, kept it on one side, and it was waiting for me for lunchtime.  That was sweet of them, but highly repetitive.

During this time I kept up on my by-election trail visits, helping mostly Liberal Party candidates.  In January 1986 I travelled to Northern Ireland to help the Alliance Party in the famous "Anglo-Irish Agreement" by-elections, when all the Unionist MPs resigned their seats.  I helped out in Belfast South and in North Down.  I did not tell my mother until I came back.  The other by-elections I helped at were Fulham (April 1986), West Derbyshire (May 1986), Newcastle-under-Lyme (July 1986), Knowsley North (November 1986), Greenwich (February 1987) and Eastbourne (October 1990).

The road to 2013 part 12

In September 1982 I went to college.  I had an interview at Torbay College to do "Hotel & Catering Management".  Whilst I was in Torquay my mum received a phone call from Gwent College and on the basis of their conversation with my mum offered me a place.  To my parents minds it was settled - it was "God's will" that I went to Gwent College to do "Business Studies".  I found out two years later that the next week a letter had come for me from Torbay College offering me a place, but my parents kept this from me.  Had I known at the time, I would have not hesitated in packing up my belongings and moving to Torquay to take up that place.  Perhaps my parents sensed this and wanted to prevent such an open flouting of "God's will".  There was a lot of tooing-and-froing during the first half term, and no-one would have thought badly of me if I had gone to Torbay.  However, it was not to be.

I must say I hated Gwent College, and came to loathe the town of Newport.  I did do some touring out and visited Monmouth amongst other places.  We had a course trip to Brynmawr on the day that the new pound coins came out; very excitedly we found a bank in Brynmawr and got our first pound coins.  Then £1 had spending power, nowadays £1 is loose change.

I also took the opportunity of being in Newport to get involved again in the Boys' Brigade, and became a non-commissioned helper in the 1st Newport.  I was privileged to be able to attend the 1983 Centenary Service in Llandaff Cathedral in Cardiff.

I did not flourish at college.  I scraped through the first year and eventually (after retakes) got a first year pass - which they tell me is an A level equivalent.  I dramatically failed my second year, and my one A level (or this A level equivalent) remains my highest academic qualification. 

Famously I stood for the college executive for the post of Executive Officer Clubs & Societies, standing openly as a Liberal Party member.  I got elected with 23 votes, that was over half the votes cast, and there were two other candidates.  I think most of my votes came from my course members and from the Christian Union; but 23 votes was a pitifully small total.  There were three campuses to the college - Caerleon (where the halls of residence were, and the teacher training site), Allt-yr-Yn (where my course was based, the Business & Technology site) and the Art College.  Only 2 votes were cast ALL DAY at the Art College - both of whom were Christian Union members, so I presume I got both the votes.

Speaking of the Liberal Party I attended my first Assembly whilst at college, which was in the Winter Gardens in Bournemouth. That was fun!  I made some good friends some of which I am still in touch with.  I was also on the by-election trail (which may have accounted for me doing so badly at my studies), and went to help the Liberal Party candidate at a number of by-elections.  The first was in July 1983 at Penrith and the Border, followed by Chesterfield (March 1984), South-West Surrey (May 1984), Stafford (May 1984), Portsmouth South (June 1984) and Enfield Southgate (December 1984).

The road to 2013 part 11

In July 1979 we moved from St Benedict's Close in Atherstone to Kings Avenue.  I remember going to school from St Benedict's Close, and coming home to Kings Avenue.  I really thought we had had a huge drop in standards, and in our fortune.  I was wrong of course, but that's how it felt that day.

The house was nearer school, but further away from the Salvation Army hall.  All this is relative of course since we were still quite close to the town centre, and Atherstone is a small town.

The back garden was full of soil and accumulated rubbish, and it took my father a good while just to ascertain how large the garden was.  Over time, however, the house become very homely, and my father still lives there to this day. 

There is a good deal to write about our time in Atherstone.  Suffice to say that in 1980 I started at the Sixth Form at Atherstone School, taking my A levels in 1982.  One of my A level options was Typewriting.  The school tried to dissuade me, saying that it was designed for "under-achieving girls".  However I am glad I did take typewriting, as now I can touch type and this has held me in good stead for my career.  I got on well with my typing teacher, and the options were arranged so that in one session there were 6 of us, in another 4 girls and in another two of us, me and Sarah. 

On one occasion I remember our typing teacher saying "Oh ...I do like educated pupils!".  We were typing book titles from handwriting, and one of them was George Elliott's "The Mill on the Floss" - so me and Sarah duly typed "The Mill on the Floss".  Apparently a good many of her pupils would have typed "The Hill on the Floss".  One of regrets is that I didn't take typewriting in my O level options, because I got with it so well.  In later life I was to spend a large part of my career as a secretary, and got up to speeds of 80 wpm.  Certainly in the exam I had time to type the whole paper, and then re-type the whole paper.  Sadly I only achieved RSA Grade 1, but had I taken up typewriting 2 years earlier I might have been Grade 2 or even Grade 3 by the time I finished school.

One of my happiest memories of my time in Atherstone was walking the lanes around Orton-on-the-Hill one sunny day.  This was of course before the motorway was built which has changed the character of the area, in my opinion, detrimentally. 

One of our rituals as a family was centred around Bonfire Night.  We always had a bonfire, and we always had fireworks.  Dad was in charge of the fireworks.  Mum was in charge of the bonfire night fare.  A particular favourite was Groaty Pudding, the main ingredient being white groats which could only be bought from Cradley Heath.  Of course this necessitated a visit "home" to the Black Country - in which we would visit my nan, and possibly an Aunt or two - to get the groats.  Mum also made her bread pudding - not the sweet sickly stuff you get in the shops, but a deep based slightly sweet affair.  It was absolutely delicious.  We used to polish it off with aplomb.

Another favourite of my Mum's cooking was her scones.  There was always a bottle of milk souring on the kitchen windowsill. 

They were good days.

The road to 2013 part 10

In August 1977 we moved from Tewkesbury to Atherstone in Warwickshire.  My dad had secured a job at one of the local schools and we moved into a town house at 5 St Benedict's Close.

We spent about 2 years there.  It was handy for town, and just across South Street was the Gateway Supermarket. 

During the "Winter of Discontent" there were power cuts and we had a supply of candles for such occasions.  Also there were strikes, including the bread strike.  I remember having to queue up outside of the local bakeries for bread before I went to school on a couple of occasions.

We moved from there in July 1979 because we had an addition to the family in the form of my brother Martin, and those town houses were not suitable for babies.

Sunday, 1 September 2013

Timeline - Sunday 1st September 2013 - TransLancs Transport Show

I have always felt that 1st September is the beginning of the year (probably because I have a September birthday, but also Scottish dancing uses the academic year).   Today is Teachers Day in Singapore.

Today is windy in Manchester and summer seems a long way off.  1st September in Somerset is fairly sunny (photo courtesy of Berkeley).


I went to the Museum of Transport and caught one of the free heritage buses which went to Heaton Park.  There was the Trans-Lancs Transport Show.  I am not really into Manchester buses, but I did spy one Midland Red bus which was good.
On the way back I caught a heritage bus which was once in service with Salford City Transport.  I did chuckle to see someone running for the bus while we were en route back to the Museum of Transport, and hail it.  You would think he would have thought it is a different colour bus, and a different route to the one he wanted, but obviously not.

Saturday, 31 August 2013

Timeline - Saturday 31st August 2013 - visit to Rochdale

The last day of August, and I went to Rochdale.  The Rugby League World Cup is taking place, and they were promoting the Fiji v Ireland game to be held at the Spotland Stadium on 28th October.  On display was the cup all these teams would be playing for.  I was also treated some Fijian cuisine which was very nice.

I took the opportunity to visit the Touchstones Gallery, and viewed two exhibitions.  Shutterbugging in Suburbia and Sea: A Collection of Works Inspired by Tidal Waters.

I then went on to Bury and visited the Bury Art Museum and viewed the exhibition Inspired By: Bury Art Society.



 

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Tuesday Tune

One of the great hymn writers was Charles Wesley and his words "O for a thousand tongues to sing" particularly well fit the tune "Cranbrook". 

The tune is more famous for the words of "On Ilkley Moor b'aht hat"
 

Monday, 26 August 2013

Timeline - Monday 26th September 2013 - visit to Embsay

This morning I was determined to get out of Manchester but wasn't sure where to go - my dalliance meant I did not set off until midday.  I caught the First 52 to Broughton, and told myself if I could get cash out of the cash-making machine and get to the bus stop in time I would venture to Skipton.  I did manage to do this and was soon wending my way to North Yorkshire. 

However setting out so late I did not get to Skipton until about 2.20pm.  Our arrival in Skipton bus station was delayed due to an elderly lady making a very slow crossing of the road, and I missed the bus to Embsay by 1 minute.  I wasn't going to wait another hour for the bus so I started walking (it only took about 30 minutes - but all up hill!).  What's at Embsay I hear you cry .... well its the Embsay and Bolton Abbey railway. 

I got to the station entrance at just before 3pm and noticed the next train departed at .... 3pm.  I ran to the ticket office and asked if I was too late for the train, but it was ok, and the train departed about 15 minutes later.


We trundled along very sedately towards Bolton Abbey station, I bought an ice cream (£1.70!!) and we trundled back to Embsay.  Had I got my act together earlier and gotten to Bolton Abbey station two hours previous (as was originally planned), I would have visited the Abbey ruins as well - but they will have to wait for another day.


I got the bus back to Skipton rather than walk.  Pennine buses were running unusually a Saturday service this bank holiday. 
 


The journey back from Embsay took nearly 4 hours - and I was to say the least quite tired when I got in ... but, for all that, it was a wonderful hot sunny day out in the Yorkshire Dales (well the fringes of the Dales).