tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39641381364472007112024-03-15T18:24:33.689+00:00John Burke's a-MusingsTravel, holidays, nostalgia, curiosities and my home town of Blackpool - all with a helping of good humourUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1916125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-70665619062997826502024-03-12T10:11:00.004+00:002024-03-12T10:13:11.563+00:00Great Yarmouth, Norfolk, 2002<p>The year is 2002 and we are staying at a B&B in Great Yarmouth, using it as a base for touring around various places in Norfolk and Suffolk.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-16722341929977456112024-03-12T09:36:00.002+00:002024-03-12T10:23:04.310+00:00Last Night in Great Yarmouth<p>Friday 23 August 2002. It was our last night in Great Yarmouth. Tomorrow would see us leave after breakfast and a morning coffee in our favourite beach hut cafe.</p>
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<p>There was still a long row of amusement arcades along the seafront road, but sadly gone were the days when you caould find half a dozen or more pinball machines in every arcade. I think we only found two such machine the whole week and predictably one of them wasn't working all that well.</p>
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<p>Instead the arcades were full of video games which simply required a good memory for the sequence of challenges rather than the skills to aim balls at various targets through an understanding of the laws of physics. Crane machines full of overweight stuffed toys and pushers with far too much weight of coins to be pushed forwards made up most of the other machines. Miss Franny armed herself with coins and spent the night trying to increase her haul of Winnie the Pooh keyrings. She came home with five...</p>
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<p>Our childhood was spent playing the pinballs of the 1950s and 60s, the earlier ones with wooden rails before steel began to be used. They had weak 2-inch flippers that often didn't have the power to send the ball further than halfway up the playfield. The earliest had no flippers at all and targets were just a nail with a surrounding coiled spring that completed the circuit with the nail when pressed against it. The early machines also had <i>gobble holes</i> which scored - but you lost your ball down them for good.</p>
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<p>The 1960s were a heyday for pinball players. Rows and rows of them would fill an entire wall of amusement arcades. Spinning score reels replaced the system where bulbs would light in different places on the scorefield to show your score - rows of ten bulbs for millions, 100 thousands, 10 thousands... You had to add them up to get your score. The space created on the back boxes (<i>backflashes</i>) of pinballs by score reels allowed animated features to be added - a lift door opening to reveal the passengers, or a small bagatelle firing tiny balls to signify the launch of a space rocket...</p>
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<p>It would be another decade before pinballs became computer controlled, two decades before <i>Gorgar</i> became the first pinball to talk. <i>Elvira - Scared Stiff</i> was the pinball to go to this week and was a good game.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-70013445082672093732024-03-11T10:22:00.010+00:002024-03-12T10:22:31.543+00:00Afloat on Wroxham Broad<p>Friday 23 August 2002. This is the last day of our holiday before heading for home in the morning. As such Miss Franny needs to take a last look at the shops and market, just in case there's a shop or market stall that we have missed during the week. I dutifully tagged along uncomplainingly, casting a wistful glance in the window of the guitar shop as we whizzed past on the way to marvel at a slightly different shade or design of shoe...</p>
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<p>We got away by lunchtime and by 1:30 in the afternoon parked the car a stone's throw from the water's edge at Wroxham.</p>
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<p>Wroxham Broad is my favourite place to "mess about in a boat". Together with nearby Hoveton this is acknowledged as the <i>capital of the Norfolk Broads</i>. Wroxham itself is a small attractive village, famous for almost every shop being called <i>Roy's</i> - he came, he saw, he traded...</p>
<p>Hundreds of small boats can be hired for the day or half-day here and for the less adventurous, there are large cruisers and a showboat that you can take a ride on for an hour or so out through the channels to Wroxham Broad itself that runs parallel to the River Bure.</p>
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<p>I wasn't really holding out much hope of being able to find a boat available at the time we got there, but we approached the empty landing stage of one boat hire place, asked when we would be able to take one out and the owner turned me, pointing at a boat just coming back to the landing stage. Result!</p>
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<p>There's a lovely picturesque road bridge over the waterway here that would-be sailors love to go under, confident that they can cruise for half a day and then come back the same way to go under it again. However the River Bure does connect with the sea not too far away and the sea has this habit of following tidal protocols so that larger boats often return to find the <i>"bridge is lower than it was...!"</i> [CRUNCH!]</p>
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<p>In such a small boat we were unlikely to have this problem with rising tides but never-the-less I prudently enquired before we left and was assured that we would be ok if we kept to the centre of the channel - which might entail waiting for any boats coming the other way to pass first.</p>
<p>Here, one of the larger passenger-carrying cruisers comes past, waving people lining the sides. One little boy wasn't waving. <i>"Our Jimmy's always had a weak stomach..."</i> his mum said. <i>"Oh, he's not doing so bad though..."</i> commented his dad as an aggrieved <i>"Oy!"</i> came from the kayak below...</p>
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<p>Wroxham Broad itself has the aspect of a large lake covering 85 acres to a depth of a mere 4ft, 4 inches (1.3 metres). As described earlier when we were at Oulton Broad, the lake is actually a flooded basin created by medieval peat digging. It is seperated from the River Bure by a narrow island which allows boating access to either end of the Broad. This was being eroded and eventually it had to be built up ten years later which had the effect of increasing the birdlife population by quite a significant amount, including the return of kingfishers to the area. It also led to the discovery of a World War II hand grenade dredged up during the work which had to be detonated by the Bomb Disposal Squad...</p>
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<p><i>"Is it hard to drive?"</i> Miss Franny wanted to know so I insisted she sit in the driving seat for a spell. She was fine until I moved to back of the boat to take this photo.</p>
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<p><i>"We are coming to a corner! What do I do?"</i> Boats do not respond immediately to the turn of the wheel. It takes a second or so before the play of the water on the rudder begins to turn the boat. To people used to driving cars, this can cause them to panic slightly and wrench the wheel further round so that when the boat does start to answer the rudder, there's a dramatic swing that can put you into the path of something large and substantial. So I took over.</p>
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<p>It was time to start our return back to the boatyard anyway. We got to the bridge, I took the centre path and with a sense of a job well done as befits the former Registrar of a nautical college, I smacked the boat hard against the jetty and hurriedly remembered to return the throttle to neutral...</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-34346673529022589022024-03-10T14:33:00.007+00:002024-03-12T10:22:05.842+00:00Sandringham House and Royal Estate<p>Thursday 22 August 2002. We visit Sandringham, the royal house in the year of the Queen's Golden Jubilee.</p>
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<p>After the last few days the sun has decided to make a welcome appearance and as there may be a spot of walking through the grounds we thought it might be the ideal day to do it.</p>
<p>We start with a tour round the house though. The estate of almost 8000 acres and a house were bought in 1862 for the Prince of Wales, <i>Albert Edward</i>, later to be <i>King Edward VII</i>. This was to be a country home for the soon to be married prince and his bride, <i>Princess Alexandra of Denmark</i>. The house was rebuilt almost in entirety from 1870 - 1900 and has both a West Front and East Front, but no back.</p>
<p>Many of the rooms that are open to the Public are regularly used by the Royal Family who have all, since Edward VII thought of Sandringham as one of their favourite places to be. It was the scene of the first ever Royal Christmas radio broadcast by <i>King George V</i> in 1932 and the first televised Christmas broadcast by <i>Queen Elizabeth II</i> in 1957.</p>
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<p>The first ever Royal car. The 1900 <i>Daimler Phaeton</i> was bought by <i>King Edward VII</i>. As you might expect there are some beautiful collections in the house and garages.</p>
<p>Works of art that you recognise, having seen them in print or on TV give you a lift, but the sheer number of tiger skins just makes you wonder at an age that thought animal populations could withstand such wholescale slaughter, or that it was acceptable to just go out with the intention of killing such beautiful animals for a moment's perverse pleasure.</p>
<p>But despite the views of today's younger generations, you should not judge today's older generations by the actions of their ancestors. And whilst we can shake our heads at and regret the actions of our ancestors (virtually everyone regardless of race or religion has some reason to do this), no one should be expected to apologise because their great-great-grandad, however many greats, was an arrogant twonk with better than average sword skills or a bigger army to fight for him or a belief that their deity-in-the-sky was better than anyone else's.</p>
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<p>The State Coach in the Carriage House. The delicate hangings are protected by plastic sheeting. In this case it's ok - it's not just single use...</p>
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<p>Some of the early shooting brakes - the ancestors of today's estate cars or SUVs - are marvellous concoctions of wood and leather. Just the thing when you are out reducing the bird or small mammal population...</p>
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<p>We visited the cafeteria for a spot of lunch. I had a Pepsi in the cardboard cup with the Royal Crest and in the plastic carton is the remains of Miss Franny's sandwich with the Royal Crust...</p>
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<p>Lunch partaken of, we headed out into the grounds, worriedly squinting at an unusual glowing ball in the sky... Sixty acres of gardens were transformed from the formal planting of Edwardian days into huge glades and sweeping lawns with specimen trees. Parterres - water gardens - were dug up and lakes created with more natural lines and surroundings.</p>
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<p>The horse chestnuts - not yet roasting by an open fire - were heavily laden, promising plentiful conkers for the royal children.</p>
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<p>The lake gives a wonderful view of the West Front of the house. We admired the lily pads, the clarity of water, the large fish chasing the ducks about in case they dropped something tasty into the water...</p>
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<p>The <i>Nest</i> is a summer house, built in 1913 for Queen Alexandra who used to enjoy sitting by the lake, </p>
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<p>Several properties sit within the grounds. This Gatehouse was one that we came upon during our walk.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-11278692648883892642024-03-09T16:02:00.004+00:002024-03-12T10:21:19.607+00:00Caister Castle and Motor Museum<p>Wednesday 21 August 2002. After looking around the older parts of Great Yarmouth the sky was still a little threatening and we decided to visit Caister Castle which had a motor museum where we could spend the rest of the afternoon indoors, looking at the collection of cars.</p>
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<p>There is little left of the castle itself. It was built in (well... <i>"from"</i>) 1432 by <i>Sir John Fastolfe</i>. Born in 1378 he was ambitious, brave, educated and religious. He was a patron of the arts and universities, a statesman and a soldier with 40 years service.</p>
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<p>It seems a shame that <i>Shakespeare</i> was to defame him so badly with his character of <i>Falstaff</i>. Fighting against <i>Joan of Arc</i> with extended supply lines he chose correctly to withdraw. <i>Shakespeare</i> depicted this as cowardice. However in real life he was awarded Governorship of Normandy for the following four years.</p>
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<p>The tower from across the moat (previous photograph) presents almost a chocolate box image. From inside the castle (seen in this photograph) there is access to a spiral staircase that takes you up to the top of the tower where you can strike weird and wonderful poses for the cameras of your fellow tourists below. There are quite a few examples of graffiti from centuries gone by etched into the walls by daggers or coin edges.</p>
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<p>A few vehicles are dotted about the grounds. We first came across this old London horse-drawn tram as a barely recogniseable "shed" of bare rotting wood in 1981. Ten years later it looked almost brand new. Now it was once again looking as though it needed some TLC, at least a coat of paint.</p>
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<p>A railway platform tractor - they were used to pull trains of flat wagons for luggage. The majority of the vehicles and just about all of the cars are under cover. They are preserved rather than concours. Cleaners use dusters but not water or polish. However, the place is well worth a visit and I would not want to hazard a guess at the total value of cars on display.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-44472310329729312462024-03-07T17:09:00.010+00:002024-03-12T10:20:48.777+00:00Old Great Yarmouth<p>Wednesday 21 August 2002. The day was a little bleak weatherwise and we decided not to go wandering in the car but to stay in Great Yarmouth, with somewhere to dash towards in case of rain.</p>
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<p>On the positive side Great Yarmouth has a fairly rich history and was one of England's walled towns. King Henry III gave the town burgesses the right to build an enclosing wall and a moat in 1260, although he had given way to King Edward I by the time building commenced in 1284.</p>
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<p>The walls were constructed of rubble with a facing of grey and red brick and knapped flint to provide some decoration. The walls enclosed 133 acres and were 2,200 yards (2012 metres) in length, 23 feet (7 metres) in height.</p>
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<p>16 towers or turrets were built along the wall of which a few still exist. The South Tower, pictured here, has a chequered decoration to the upper storeys and at one time in its more recent past housed a pottery.</p>
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<p>There is a 1 mile (1.6 kilometres) walk around part of the wall that also takes in the market and a few famous houses. One was that of <i>Miles Corbett</i> the last signatory on the Death Warrant of <i>King Charles I</i>. Another we shall see in a short while.</p>
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<p>Blackfriars Tower is named for a nearby colony of monks at the time of building in 1340.</p>
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<p>The port of Yarmouth is on the River Yare. Although leaflets describe it as the <i>'historic South Quay'</i> (which it undoubtedly is) there is little to see on the quay itself. Few trawlers or herring boats can be found these days though you may see a few support ships for the offshore gas and oil rigs in the North Sea.</p>
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<p>I loved this though. The odd building stands out, suggesting a bustling community, where hard work and sweat were the order of the day. <i>Ivy's Trusty Tea Shop</i> - it was <i>voted</i> for, you know! Whilst the area it was situated in was very quiet to the point of being almost eerie, a light inside showed that there was still a welcome and a <i>good cup of tea</i> to be had.</p>
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<p>There was one historic ship - the <i>Audrey</i> tied up along the wharf. The <i>Audrey</i> was being repainted and was a yacht rigged sailing fishing boat. There was no one aboard. Perhaps they had nipped of to Ivy's for a good cup of tea.</p>
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<p>Between the long stretch of wharves on the Yare and the town centre and market were once over a hundred narrow streets known as the <i>Rows</i>. They were incredibly narrow, so much so that a law was passed that house doors had to open inwards to avoid passers-by being knocked off their feet! At points it was possible to touch the walls of houses on either side.</p>
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<p>They were first mentioned in 1198 and were further developed during the next 200 years until there were 145 rows. Unfortunately the houses and buildings of the rows were extensively bombed during World War II and now few remain.</p>
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<p>The house in Row 111. Many rows were paved with pebbles from the beach - not easy on the feet. After the destruction of World War II, most rows were demolished as slum clearance and more modern housing estates replaced them.</p>
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<p>The Seamens' hospital and cottages reserved for ex-seamen over the age of 60. It was built by the Corporation in 1702 as almshouses for 20 <i>"decayed fishermen"</i> and their wives. The cottages were one up - one down i.e. a single room with a huge fireplace and a bedroom on the first floor reached by either a spiral staircase or ladder. Privies were provided in the yard. </p>
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<p>The black and white timber framed building was the home of <i>Anna Sewell</i> who wrote the childrens' book <i>"Black Beauty"</i>, but who sadly died before it became a best seller.</p>
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<p>Asl anyone over the age of 60 what shop they would love to see return to High Streets and they would likely say <i>Woolworths</i>. But there were other shops that graced most towns' high streets. This was Great Yarmouth's Co-op building. The Co-op was a movement that started in Rochdale, Lancashire and grew into a huge concern, aimed at sharing its profits with members (shoppers) by a stamp system similar to Green Shield stamps.</p>
<p>Co-op stamps were blue and were stuck into books which once full could be exchanged for a certain value. The Co-op department stores were all built to a similar design and this was a typical one with the upper storey's windows separated by columns.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-20570168601069671422024-03-04T10:57:00.005+00:002024-03-12T10:20:21.641+00:00Norfolk and Suffolk Aviation Museum<p>Tuesday 20 August 2002. We left Billingford Mill and headed for our next source of interest and wonderment. Which we found at a disused World War II aerodrome, now a museum. With free entry no less.</p>
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<p>The Norfolk and Suffolk Aviation Museum turned out to be an absolute gem. This part of England was home to many squadrons of the RAF during World War II and saw much action as the German Luftwaffe either flew over on their way to or from bombing raids, or flew intentionally to RAF bases to knock them out of commission.</p>
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<p>There were displays of aircraft standing all around representing many different periods and many different countries' air forces.</p>
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<p>Given that Suffolk and Norfolk were on routes used by the Axis forces to and from bombing raids and that many of our own returning fighters and bombers would be trying to get back whilst shot up and badly damaged, the surrounding countryside has more than its fair share of crash sites, some of which have been excavated. Here a pile of twisted and battered aircraft parts, laboriously dug out of the ground were stored, some awaiting appraisal and identification.</p>
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<p>A Vickers Valetta C2 used for VIP transport with the RAF in Malta, Egypt and Cyprus. The Valetta entered service in 1950, replacing the DC3 Dakota.</p>
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<p>This aircraft was open to visitors and I went inside to take a look. This is one of only eleven aircraft built. The C2 was a specialised VIP transport. The bulk of the RAF's Valettas were C1 variants which had been designed for a number of roles and internal configurations, including troop carrying, wounded transports and glider towing. Internal fittings were made to be easily removed and fitted as required for different roles. Production of the C1 totalled 211 aircraft.</p>
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<p>Inside the C2, the seating was arranged to face the tail of the aircraft. Typically they could seat between 9 to 25 passengers.</p>
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<p>Every passenger comfort catered for... Ventilation controls and outlet and a button to call the steward's attention. </p>
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<p>More displays could be found in the museum's large buildings. Gun turrets from medium to large bomber aircraft.</p>
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<p>Tail gunners in particular were extremely vulnerable. Squashed into tiny turrets with knees up at chest height, there wasn't much chance of making a fast getaway in case of disaster, and after several hours cramped into position, you would be very stiff, freezing cold, and grateful of any assistance to get you out and straightened up even when the plane landed without having seen enemy fighters.</p>
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<p>There's no such thing as a <i>junk corner</i> in a place like this - just collections of, as yet, unidentified parts and items without context.</p>
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<p>This Spitfire wasn't a real aircraft, but was one of the many replica props built for the filming of the 1969 movie, <i>The Battle of Britain</i>.</p>
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<p>There were many glass cases filled with <i>Airfix</i> or <i>Revell</i> 1/72 scale plastic model aircraft and I could have happily stood drooling over the many kits I remembered building as a boy. </p>
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<p>The Gloster Javelin was the world's first delta winged twin jet fighter. This example dates from 1958 and was used to support the Zambian Government against Rhodesia.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-63239259968247418622024-03-03T15:03:00.005+00:002024-03-12T10:19:46.064+00:00We Go to See How a Windmill Works<p>Tuesday 20 August 2002. We were in Norfolk today and had actually been trying to find a mechanical music museum. Which we did. It was closed on Tuesdays. So then we looked at my Tourist Map of Norfolk and Suffolk and saw that there was a working windmill nearby.</p>
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<p>This is Billingford Windmill. It wasn't working that day. But the miller saw us drive into the empty parking spaces and came out to talk to us. As there were no particularly dangerous moving parts actually moving in the mill, he gave us the key and told us to go in and explore but not to fiddle with anything.</p>
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<p>A windmill is full of tight-fitting solid iron cogs tha would happly reduce an inquisitive finger to a smudge, so this was a bit of instruction we took to heart. We decided that rather than mess about examining each floor then climbing up some fairly steep stairs - let's call them <i>"ladders"</i> as we near the top floor... we would climb all the way up and then do all the puffing and panting before coming down again by easy stages.</p>
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<p>Right at the top of a brick tower mill (which is what Billingford was) there is an iron ring on top of the brickwork on which the <i>"cap"</i> of the mill sits. The cap is usually if not always made of wood and resembles an upside down boat. At one end of the boat are the sails that catch the wind and work the mill.</p>
<p>At the other end is a <i>"fantail"</i>, a smaller set of sails set at right-angles to the main set and which act in the same way as a weather cock on a church. They turn until the wind is coming directly at them from over the top of the cap. Attached to cogs, they continually turn the main sails directly into the wind. Hence the iron ring around the top of the brickwork and some pretty hefty wheels able to turn the whole weight of the cap.</p>
<p>Unless the sails are facing the wind they won't turn fast enough. Unless the wind comes from the opposite direction in which case they will turn the wrong way and cause a fire - the fate of many mills. That's what the fantail is meant to avoid. Only patented in 1745 (by <i>Edmund Lee</i> in Wigan) the fantail ended the task of having to continually keep watch on the wind direction and then manhandle the cap round via a pulley system or on earlier post-mills (which were totally wooden structures resting on a huge sturdy pole) by having to drag the mill around by man or horse power via a second pole sticking out at the rear.</p>
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<p>Once the sails are turning the motion is carried into the mill itself via the axle of the sails. The pointing finger shows the shaft of the axle coming in through the cap to the topmost level of the mill.</p>
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<p>Then the (hopefully) gentle turning of the sails is transferred by cog to a vertical shaft and the speed of rotation is stepped up quite a bit. In gales this would quickly generate far too much heat and with it the risk of fire so the sails would have some form of locking mechanism to prevent them them turning.</p>
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<p>Still at a high level are the hoppers in which grain would be stored ready to drop down to the grinding stones. The black shaft is the main drive shaft from the cogs seen above.</p>
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<p>The grain as seen in the right-hand hopper above. This would be delivered to the mill in sacks, hoisted up to the top levels by a crane and pulley system worked either manually or by hand. In the old days of medieval times mills were operated on behalf of the rich landowners who would charge for each sack of grain they milled. The payment was mostly by a tithe - a percentage of the resulting flour. During times of bad harvest, peasant farmers were lucky to take away enough flour to feed themselves and families.</p>
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<p>Once the grain was released down to the mill stones, the flow had to be carefully controlled. The stones would be large flat stones with one rotating over a stationary lower stone. Grooves radiating outwards from the centre of the stone would direct the ground flour and any chunks of unground grain or bits of stone from the grinding wheels that had broken off. Literally: millstone grit.</p>
<p>If the grain was fed too fast between the stones this would result in the flour containing unground grain. If not enough grain was fed in, there was a danger that the stones might touch and strike sparks.</p>
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<p>The view from the next-to-top floor level windows. The sails remained still, but when working the view would be obscured every few seconds...</p>
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<p>Billingford Mill. It is 36 feet high (10.97 metres) and has five storeys. It dates from 1860 and cost £1,300. It replaced an earlier post mill which blew down in 1859. It can be found on the road from Harleston to Diss.</p>
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<p>This is a working museum and usually has a couple of trams running on a road circuit. Today it was the turn of the Blackpool Standard tramcar No.159, which had been one of two such tramcars in Blackpool that had been decked with exterior lamps in a decorative design to be used during the resort's famous Illuminations every autumn. They were retired in the 1960s. In the centre is an Amsterdam tramcar, No.474 and bringing up the line of vehicles is an ex-London trolleybus, which has a road circuit of its own with a added loop, necessary in it's case because you can't drive trolley buses from the rear end...</p>
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<p>So of course we made a dive for the good old Blackpool tram, coming as we did then from Blackpool. This model of tram had been replaced on the Blackpool Promenade route by the double-decked <i>"Balloon"</i> trams in the 1930s when pretty much all of Blackpool's trams, both single and double-decked were replaced. The replacements became some of the oldest public transport vehicles in continuous service and were not replaced themselves until 2012. Some of them still run as part of a <i>Heritage Tram</i> service along Blackpool's seafront.</p>
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<p>Inside the Blackpool tram. Ornate lampshades, wooden decking and a row of seats backed to the windows with twin seats along the other side of the tram whose backs tilted either way so that passengers could sit facing the direction of travel whichever way the tram was being driven.</p>
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<p>Along the ceiling ran a cable that operated the bell to request the driver to stop at the next tramstop. Whilst the tram was driven by electricity this cable was merely attached to a lever which dinged the bell at the back of the driver's cockpit - at either end of the tram!</p>
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<p>Blackpool Standard 159 on the road circuit. This model of tramcar was built between 1923-1929. In Blackpool they were regularly used on the routes inland, known as the <i>Marton route</i> named for a district of Blackpool.</p>
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<p>As the tram returned to its starting point we hopped off and straight onto the Dutch tram from Amsterdam. This had required a bit of work to convert it to be able to be driven from either end. Routes in Amsterdam have terminus loops allowing the tramcars to turn to face the other way whilst always being driven from the same end and in keeping with most UK tram systems, the one at Carlton Colville required the tramcar to swivel the pole round on the overhead wire and be driven from the "rear" end.</p>
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<p>The Amsterdam tram had some sideways seating and also plain wooden single seats arranged to face each other along the central part of the tram cabin. Straps allowed taller standing passengers to remain upright during hard braking or sharp bends whilst children and short people could practice their rolling landing techniques...</p>
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<p>There was also a little narrow-gauge railiway that you could ride on, drawn by a diesel locomotive seemingly built by some engineer who hated beauty in all its forms... Possibly it started life working deep underground in a mine or something.</p>
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<p>There were a few sheds, packed with nostalgic items dimly remembered from my youth. Like this <i>Flit</i> spray. Before the days of aerosols this is how you sprayed those pesky bugs. With a hand pump. <i>Flit</i> was made by <i>Esso</i> which made me wonder could you just give a decent squirt in the general direction of a bug and then strike a match to scorch the thing at a distance?</p>
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<p>In another shed I found a small collection of electric battery-driven milk floats. We still have one that comes down our road once a week. It sometimes goes downhill so slowly we wonder whether it will make it back up and we don't live on any steep gradient. I remember as a lad it was a regular sight to see one being pulled back to the depot by a horse or in later years, a van.</p>
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<p>Not that they were ever designed to go like the clappers... In the 1950s milk came in glass bottles and 24 bottles came in metal crates so they had to carry a fair bit of weight. Batteries were a lot less efficient then and themselves added a fair bit of weight. Controls were minimal. Steering wheel and two pedals - one for forwards and one for reverse with another pedal or a lever to set a parking brake.</p>
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<p>The London trolleybus. I can just about remember going on trolleybuses in Manchester, though it would only be as a special treat, as buses between home and Manchester were ordinary diesel engined buses. The quiet due to lack of engine noise was strange but the best part about seeing them was waiting for sparks as they passed under the supports holding the twin wires up.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-68999688757081401232024-02-29T14:06:00.006+00:002024-03-12T10:18:08.180+00:00Oulton Broad<p>Monday 19 August 2002. Having left Lowestoft, we travelled round about two miles to Oulton Broad where our first job was to have a spot of lunch.</p>
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<p>Oulton Broad is one of the famous Norfolk Broads - though really it is more correct to call it a <i>Suffolk Broad</i>. The Broads (a neat way of getting around the county problem) were thought to be natural features until the 1960s when it was proved that they were the result of peat workings in medieval times. Local monasteries had excavated them, selling the peat for fuel - for burning on fires basically - to local communities. Norwich Cathedral alone took 320,000 tonnes a year.</p>
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<p>At some point sea levels rose and flooded the excavations. Bad news for Pete and Doug, who were shovelling in the pit that day, but at least their names were and will be remembered... Windpumps, often mistaken by visitors as windmills and dykes were hastily constructed but the flooding continued until the area looked like that of today with broad lakes, reed beds, marshes and groups of young men falling overboard from boats whilst totally bladdered.</p>
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<p>The area became known for boating holidays quite early. Small yachts were available for hire from 1878, Harry Blake opened an agency for yachting holidays in 1908 and the familiar firm <i>Hoseasons</i> made an appearance shortly after World War II. Boats on the Broads these days vary from preserved old trading wherries, to small day-hire boats like those pictured in the foreground, all the way to modern electric cruisers as the Broads Authority is continually adding charging points at mooring places.</p>
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<p>At the east end of Oulton Broad is <i>Mutford Lock</i> which links the freshwater Broad to the saltwater <i>Lake Lothing</i>. The lake stretches through Lowestoft and then opens to the sea.</p>
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<p>Looking across the lock gates to the Wherry Inn, named after the large sailed trading vessels. All other boats on the Broads must give way to sailing vessels as they don't have accelerators or brakes and whether they can dodge you depends almost exclusively on the whims of the wind and your skill or stupidity whichever applies.</p>
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<p>Depending on the direction the wind is blowing it is often the case that sailing boats can only progress along the rivers by tacking to zig-zag across the width of the river. We had booked a boat ourselves, but not for this day - that joy was still to come. For now we sat and relaxed waiting for the afternoon opening of a nearby transport museum. Which we will see in the next article!</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-1183940596921599602024-02-28T11:32:00.001+00:002024-03-12T10:17:40.356+00:00Down the Road to Lowestoft<p>Monday 19 August 2002. We are staying in Great Yarmouth for a week and after a relaxing day in the town yesterday, we wake on Monday morning ready for a bit of exploring.</p>
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<p>So we set off after our customary trip to the beach hut for coffee and make our first stop of the day at Lowestoft just down the coast. It is the most easterly town in the United Kingdom and consequently the first town to see the sunrise every day. Well... on the days when the sun isn't blocked by clouds, rain, fog, snow, and vast alien space ships... The photo shows the East Point Pavilion from where you can sit in complete dry and strain to see the sunrise through the clouds, rain, fog, snow... (I may have exaggerated about the vast alien spaceships...)</p>
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<p>As with many seaside fishing villages, the harbour has turned more into a marina for pleasure craft owned by people who rarely visit and even more rarely actually take them out to sea.</p>
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<p>The Norfolk and Suffolk Yacht Club. Founded in 1859, the clubhouse of 1902-3 superceded an earlier one of 1866 that the club quickly outgrew. Meetings and races are held both at sea and on the easily reached Suffolk and Norfolk Broads, the nearest of which - Oulton Broad - we shall see in the next article.</p>
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<p>Me, wistfully wishing I could afford to buy a boat and moor it and ignore it here... The yacht club does advertise its membership and mooring rates as competative, so I really should look wistfully at more exclusive marinas, perhaps in Monte Carlo or Portofino. At least I've now grown out of looking wistfully at the Marina in <i>Stingray</i>...</p>
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<p>Lowestoft railway station. Opened as Lowestoft Central Station by the <i>Great Eastern Railway</i> in 1847, it was the eastern terminus for lines from Ipswich to the south and Norwich to the north west. A second station, Lowestoft North, was closed along with the direct line from Lowestoft to Great Yarmouth in 1970. It is now a residential site - <i>Beeching Drive</i>.</p>
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<p>The station is half a mile from the main centre of town and they were originally separated by green fields along a cliff top. We walked through today's streets to the main shopping street.</p>
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<p>In fact we walked up the shopping street further into the town than we had on previous visits and found the old part of the town. Here we found the old High Street with buildings kept in the character of the old town.</p>
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<p>Narrow alleyways known as <i>"scores"</i> led from the High Street to where the fishermen had their huts in the old days. The name here suggests the brewing of beer may have taken place somwhere near! Malsters Score twists and turns - turning to the left at the far end of this photograph. In the past because of these blind turns, it was known as a dangerous place to walk at night and there were instances of robbery particularly of sailors using the score to return to their ships.</p>
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<p>Spurgeons Score has no such twists and turns, but starts as a stepped alley and continues today down a long straight street. In the past dwellings would be much more crowded than they are today...</p>
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<p>South Flint House is faced with knapped flints, a feature of many older buildings in this part of the UK. This one goes back to the 1500s.</p>
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<p>Here and there what is obviously a building of greater age sits amongst the more modern box-shaped shops and whilst this is no different to almost every town in the country the sight of a more attractive and less severe building does make you wish that modern architects could apply a little more creativity into their work these days.</p>
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<p>Inside the old pharmacy. The old shelving had been retained and preserved but had, of course, modern-day products on the shelves. I suppose most of us buy liquid soap these days, but I can still get nostalgic about a sudden whiff of <i>Cusson's Imperial Leather</i> soap bars and was amazed once in a "living museum" at the familiarity of cakes of pink carbolic soap that I wouldn't have smelt since early childhood in the 1950s at my grandparents' house. Not that I'd particularly like to go back to living like that, but it brought back memories of Mum scraping a cake of dark green <i>Fairy</i> soap on collars and cuffs before putting shirts in the washing machine.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-15978146842033883512024-02-27T11:25:00.007+00:002024-03-12T10:17:04.752+00:00Sunday Rest in Great Yarmouth<p>Sunday 18 August 2002. It's a day of rest because that's what Sundays on holiday in Great Yarmouth were all about when I was a kid. Admittedly journeys down from (at the time) Rochdale took a lot longer in the early to mid 1960s than they do now, but even so, we left Blackpool the previous day early in the morning and had got here in the afternoon.</p>
<p>The lack of motorways in the 60s was one factor and the other was Dad's Ford Popular 100E which had windscreen wipers that were driven not by electrics but by the vacuum caused by the downstroke of the pistons. Fine when the car was at rest, but as the accelerator was depressed to make the car move, air got through the carburettor and there was little or no vacuum and therefore no moving windscreen wipers. Driving through pouring rain was something of an adventure... A very slow and long adventure if you wanted to see where you were going.</p>
<p>Trips to Great Yarmouth in those days started around 11:00pm or midnight. We would stop at Newark for breakfast and carry on to get to Great Yarmouth late morning.</p>
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<p>First thing every morning Mum and Dad would get us up early in the morning to go for a morning coffee at the tea huts on the Promenade walk before breakfast. We would be there somewhere between 6:00am-6:30am every day. Now they don't open until later so there's no chance of a visit before breakfast, but even so it was our first point of call every morning straight after leaving the B&B. </p>
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<p>A mug of coffee both then and now meant a heaped teaspoon of Nescafe in the mug with steam-heated milk near boiling point poured over. No water. Sheer bliss. How the coffee shops have got away with making coffee take so long and requiring vendors to be called <i>Baristas</i> is totally beyond me. As is the ridiculous strength that many people drink coffee these days.</p>
<p>As kids we would be dragged by the hand to the huts, still half asleep and suffering slightly from shock at having been got out of bed so early. But once there (admittedly probably with a glass of milk rather than coffee in the days before adolescence) we would look eagerly through the ever-present magazine racks that were filled with American comics, Batman and Superman had been going for a while but my own favourites were Marvel Comics, whose own super heroes were just starting to appear - The Fantastic Four, Spider-Man, Iron-Man, Hulk and Thor... Walking up Regents Road almost every second shop had racks of these outside. We would spend a fortune on them...</p>
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<p>First thing in the morning you would see greenkeepers pushing manual lawn mowers to cut the grass on bowling greens every single day, each micron of new growth disappearing daily to leave a velvet surface, carefully done corner to corner to leave stripes of different shades of green. There were so many bowling greens and putting greens in the sixties. There were still a few bowling greens now, but sadly the putting greens, as we were to find, had gone.</p>
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<p>The cinema was showing <i>Men In Black II, Spider-Man</i> and <i>Austin Powers Goldmember</i>. So at least <i>Spidey</i> still had a presence! In the past this had been a theatre. We had seen <i>Cilla Black</i> there one year almost at the start of her career and also one year <i>Rolf Harris</i> at the height of his popularity, well before scandal ruined his career.</p>
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<p>This is where we were staying - the <i>Shemara</i> on Wellesley Road. The same family owned one of the tea huts on the Promenade so it became natural for us to frequent their hut for our coffees and perhaps a sandwhich at lunchtime. This was Sunday though, so the hotel served dinner at one o'clock. We had limited time to do much that morning.</p>
<p>Also staying at the Shemara were a family from Bedford or somewhere round there - two brothers and two sisters, three of whom looked late 60s or 70s and they had brought their mother on holiday with them. One of the brothers had his daughter with him. Phyllis, one of the sisters had a wicked laugh and no teeth... We used to see her and sometimes the two brothers at the beach hut in the mornings.</p>
<p>There was also a family with two sons from Lincolnshire who were very nice. The father and oldest son were always at the beach hut in the mornings and we used to sit with them. Then there was another family with two boys who, in everything they said and did, came across as gormless people raising gormless kids... I don't think they were all that unintelligent - they just chose not to use it... Favourite phrases included <i>"Oh yeah... never thought of that..."</i></p>
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<p>Sundays in Great Yarmouth normally included a walk to look at the docks on the River Yare, but for some reason Miss Franny wanted to go looking for the Scholl sandal shop if it was still there. Given that it was every husband's favourite shopping day - Sunday at a time when most shops would be shut - I went along with it. It was still there. It was shut...</p>
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<p>In the afternoon we wandered up the Promenade to the Model Village, but there was the odd rumble of thunder every now and then so we thought we'd leave a proper visit for another day as the buildings within the village were a bit too small to shelter in. Sure enough, by mid to late afternoon it started to pelt it down with rain and we made for Regents Road and somewhere for an evening meal.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-30372021905681974952024-02-26T11:59:00.006+00:002024-03-12T10:16:24.970+00:00All Set For a Week in Great Yarmouth, 2002<p>Saturday 17 August 2002. We had booked a week's stay in a B&B in Great Yarmouth, a well remembered childhood holiday town for both myself and Miss Franny, though if we ever caught a glimpse of each other during those childhood years, it passed us by completely...</p>
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<p>Apart from its own attractions, Great Yarmouth is a convenient spot to do a bit of touring around Norfolk and Suffolk in a car with many activities and places of interest, some of which we'll visit during the week. The first thing we did on arrival though was book front row seats for a couple of shows.</p>
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<p>Next, a nostalgic look at Joyland which is just next to the Britannia Pier. It seems amazing, but all those rides were them same when I was a little lad. They are just a tad more expensive per ride than they were then but I suppose wages are a tad more than they were back then too. The sight and sound of the snails in particular took me right back to the late 1950s...</p>
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<p>Quite a lot of everything else had changed. There were still bowling greens but they were by far fewer in number. The putting greens had gone in favour of a large scale crazy golf course themed on pirates. Er... Miss Franny, why have I got a crow's nest coming out of my head...?</p>
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<p>The Wellington Theatre wasn't presenting any shows. In fact the big difference between Great Yarmouth of the 1950s-60s and the 21st century is the unbelievable loss of live shows. This isn't unique to Great Yarmouth, but the town had a huge number of theatres as I remember it, now either disappeared or turned into cinemas or just plain derelict and empty. The Britannia Pier was alone in presenting shows and these were mainly short-runs, not a summer season as such.</p>
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<p>A reverse bungee ride occupied what I think was another putting green. At twenty five pounds a go (<i>what???</i>) it would have taken far more money at a quarter of the price as it was unsurprisingly standing empty for most of the time.</p>
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<p>Had it been twenty five pence a go I still don't think I would have been tempted somehow...</p>
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<p>Up at <i>Botton Bros Pleasure Beach</i> (or down at - to me, living on the west coast it was easy to mix up north and south on the east coast) the Roller Coaster has a brakeman and the quality of the ride depends on his skill. It can be a thrilling ride, but I had in distant past years seen riders having to get out and push from the bottom of a dip due to the brakes being applied a bit too much.</p>
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<p>Heading back down north (huh?) we passed the Winter Gardens at the side of Wellington Pier and thought we would come back for a spot of evening's refined drinkies.</p>
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<p>There were a couple of girls singing to backing tracks and they were quite pleasing to the ear, though the P.A. system required you to be more or less opposite them to hear without some form of distortion. It was a promising start to a week's holiday.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-78444157639273816372024-02-25T12:35:00.005+00:002024-02-26T10:13:14.906+00:00London and Wembley Record Fair, 2002<p>This series of articles covers a short weekend break in London over 30 November - 1 December 2002. We had a look around London on the Saturday and visited a record and film fair in Wembley on the Sunday, catching up aith a few celebrities.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-17967863174738971142024-02-25T12:11:00.004+00:002024-02-25T12:39:42.372+00:00Wembley Record and Film Fair, 1 December 2002<p>Sunday 1 December 2002. We had chosen this particular weekend to come to London especially for this event. We were staying in the Premier Inn at Wembley and it was a short walk to the exhibition hall where the Record and Film Fair was being held.</p>
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<p>There were far more records than films, sad to say. But at the time I was collecting records from the 1930s up to the late 1950s on 78 rpm 10-inch shellac discs. Again, sadly, only one stall had any of those in the entire place.</p>
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<p>I found a familiar face on one stall though - <i>Ian MacLagan</i> of <i>The Small Faces</i>! So we chatted for a while and then I moved on, aware that there were a couple of other people I wanted to catch up with. One was the actress <i>Ingrid Pitt</i> who was sitting quietly behind her sets of photos. I didn't know Ingrid then as well as I would in later years, but I knew she could be very witty, but had also had quite a traumatic early life. I think there were more people there for the records than there were for film-related photographs or pre-recorded film.</p>
<p>In the UK this still meant VHS tape as 2002 was the first year in which DVDs started to outsell VHS tapes and for a fair like this they would have to wait a bit before second-hand DVDs turned up in the UK.</p>
<p>Anyway I digress. Ingrid was sitting on her own and her eyebrows lifted in recognition as I went upto her stall. <i>"You look fabulous!"</i> I said and was rewarded with a broad smile as her face lit up. <i>"Do I?"</i> she asked, and we fell into a conversation.</p>
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<p>Then I went off to meet another of my favourite actresses. I had been a keen photographer since teenage years and had always looked for photos of the then model, <i>Caroline Munro</i>, in the pages of <i>Practical Photography</i> and <i>Amateur Photographer</i>. Then, following a long contract as the <i>Lambs Navy Rum Girl</i>, she broke into films and starred in <i>The Golden Voyage of Sinbad</i> and a few Hammer horror films before (as far as I was concerned) totally stealing the limelight from <i>Barbara Bach</i> as a Bond Baddie in <i>The Spy Who Loved Me</i>. An absolutely lovely lady to meet and know.</p>
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<p>She was there with the equally delightful Jayne Crimin, both of whom I have had the pleasure to know for over a quarter of a century. Neither of them look today like that could even be possible...</p>
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<p><i>Star Wars</i> Imperial Troopers. I was in no danger - I was right in front of them and their weapons don't work if pointed at people. Mind you, one of them nicked a doughnut off Miss Franny once - she was very indignant...</p>
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<p>A few records from the 78s stall found their way into my possession. <i>Elvis's</i> early hit <i>Heartbreak Hotel</i> was in near mint condition and plays superbly. If you get a shellac record in this good a state it sounds much better than the easily-scratched vinyl of a 45 rpm record. Unfortunately it cost just a bit more than three shillings and sixpence as written on the cover. That would have been just seventeen and a half pence!</p>
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<p>I bought <i>Ron Goodwin's</i> version of the <i>Theme from "Limelight"</i> as much for the original cover, which was a design I didn't have in my collection at the time.</p>
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<p><i>Laurie London's "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands"</i>. Give me a bit of time - I still haven't worked out why I bought this yet - it's horrible...</p>
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<p>And so we returned to the car for our journey home, passing the doomed twin towers of the old <i>Wembley Stadium</i>, seeing them for the first and last time.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-22490829475505446402024-02-24T17:15:00.003+00:002024-02-25T12:39:15.639+00:00Fleet St., St Pauls and Golden Tableware<p>Saturday 30 November 2002. In my revious article we finished on The Strand with a look at St Clement Danes. We'll start in more or less the same spot then walk along Fleet Street to St Pauls, across the river to Shakespeare's Globe and then take a bus to the West End shops.</p>
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<p>From St Clement Danes, we turn to admire the facade of the <i>Royal Courts of Justice</i> or as they are more usually known: <i>The Law Courts.</i> This is the home of the UK's High Court and Court of Appeal, although it also tours the <i>circuit</i> to sit in major cities around the UK. For most of England's history such courts were held at Westminster Hall - they are not called <i>"Royal"</i> for nothing.</p>
<p>Creating a purpose-built home for the Justices required two Acts of Parliament to be written and passed into Law and the displacement of families from 450 houses which had to be demolished to make way for the building which commenced in 1873 with the building being officially opened by <i>Queen Victoria</i> in 1882.</p>
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<p>Standing opposite the <i>Royal Courts of Justice</i> is the venerable survivor of the <i>Great Fire of London</i>, The <i>Wig and Pen</i>. Named for the tools of the legal profession it was one of no doubt many such establishments catering for the lawyers, judges and clerks in the area. Dating from 1625 it was set up by the Gatekeeper of Temple Bar - then the western gateway into the City of London - as a handy place to buy food and drink from the curious who paused to view the severed heads on poles above the Temple Bar gateway. It lost a lot of regular thirsty customers when Fleet Street ceased to be the centre of newspaper publishing and since the mid 2000s has traded as <i>Thai Square</i> providing flavours probably unknown in the 17th century! Talking of which... Oliver Cromwell is said to haunt the place.</p>
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<p>The old gate of the City was a wooden arched wall across the roadway but unsurprisingly that didn't survive the Great Fire of 1666. A new stone archway with three arches was built 1669-72. Once again the good folks visiting London could look upon heads on poles but by the late 1800s the gate was creating a barrier to the vastly increased amount of horse-drawn traffic.</p>
<p>It was dismantled in 1878, each of the 2,700 pieces of stone catalogued and stored and in 1880 it was bought and taken to Hertfordshire to be re-erected as the gatehouse at Theobalds Park. It stayed there until 2003. The following year it was returned to London stone by stone on 500 pallets, the most travelled gatehouse surely in all England. (I haven't researched that - just watch all the comments prove me wrong in the coming weeks...) It now stands just north of St Pauls Cathedral in Paternoster Square. I must go again to see and photograph it sometime.</p>
<p>Nowadays a tall column stands dividing the carriageways of the road and is decorated by the statue of a dragon rather than heads on poles. It marks the meeting point of The Strand to the west and Fleet Street to the east and is halfway between the former royal residences of the Tower of London and Westminster Palace.</p>
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<p>Now on Fleet Street we find <i>The Punch Tavern</i>, formerly the <i>Crown and Sugar Loaf</i> it was renamed in the 1840s in honour of <i>Punch</i> magazine, which was published at nearby Fleet Street premises.</p>
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<p><i>St Pauls Cathedral</i> is one of the great visitor attractions of London. Built to the designs of Christopher Wren (who had long wanted to replace the previous incarnation, luckily for him the <i>Great Fire of London</i> gave him an opening). We were not allowed to take photos in St Pauls - which is a bit annoying as there are few postcards on sale. It would have been better to ban flash and tripod photography and let people get on with it as long as there were no services taking place. So no photos of the interior I'm afraid, but we went to see the tombs of both <i>Christopher Wren</i> and <i>Lord Nelson.</i></p>
<p><i>Nelson</i>, having travelled back from the site of his death at Trafalgar in a barrel of brandy, camphor and Myrrh, laid in state for three days at Greenwich, was transferred on a State Barge used originally by <i>King Charles II</i>, the coffin transferred to the Admiralty to rest overnight before being taken by funeral procession made up of 32 admirals, 100 captains and 10,000 soldiers to St Pauls.</p>
<p>At St Pauls there was a four-hour funeral service following which his coffin was lowered through the floor of the nave and placed in a sarcophagus originally supposed to have been <i>Cardinal Wolseley's</i> from Tudor times. <i>King Henry VIII</i> had planned to be buried in it himself in a grand monument, but this was never completed and <i>Henry</i> today rests in a coffin in St George's Chapel, at Windsor.</p>
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<p>Coming out of St Pauls Cathedral we had our first viewing of the Millenium Bridge. This was after it had been cured of wriggling about of its own accord and before (just!) the spells of dark wizards chasing <i>Harry Potter</i> made it wriggle all over again... So we walked over with confidence, part of a quite large number of people doing exactly the same, but only half of whom were doing it in the same direction!</p>
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<p>On the southern bank of the River Thames is the recreation of <i>Shakespeare's Globe Theatre</i>. The original was built in 1599 using materials from an earlier theatre which had been demolished elsewhere in London. It burned down during a performance of <i>Henry VIII</i> when a cannon used as a prop, misfired and set fire to the thatch and wooden beams. No one was hurt, although one man had his pants catch fire. The flames were put out with a bottle of ale. (I wonder if he was a liar...?)</p>
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<p>We had a look, found we couldn't go in, breathed a sigh of relief - I'd had more than enough of Shakespeare at school - and walked back over the Millenium Bridge and caught a Routemaster red bus back towards the West End. Miss Franny, for some strange reason, seemed to want to look around the shops...</p>
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<p>I'm not 100% sure where we saw these but it was either <i>Selfridges</i> or <i>John Lewis</i> and I think the latter - a set of 23 carat gold on silver plate full cutlery service. A bargain at the knock down price of £5,675 from the original price of £11,359. A salesman asked if he could help. <i>"I don't really think so..."</i> I said with a note of sympathy for his lost commission. He shrugged, <i>"You never know!"</i> he said.</p>
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<p>We walked behind the Houses of Parliament. Fran fancied looking around Westminster Abbey but there was a huge queue. So we went back to Whitehall and a look at the imposing but not exactly inviting offices of Government.</p>
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<p>I had an idea and we decided to go off in search of the Cabinet War Rooms, passing Her Majesty's Treasury.</p>
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<p>We eventually found it at the end of the street facing St James' Park near a statue of Clive of India. During World War II this was Prime Minister Churchill's secret bunker from which the war was directed.</p>
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<p>Inside all was as it had been left at the end of the war. The Government staff and Senior Officers of the Armed Forces had been replaced with waxworks but everything else was original. It was kept secret for forty years. The day after the Japanese surrendered the lights were switched off for the first time in six years, the doors locked and it was left exactly as it was. The yellow-stained maps and surfaces bear testament to the fog of years of cigar and cigarette smoke. A stark reminder of how close we came to being ruled by Hitler. </p>
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<p>It was one of the most interesting places I've ever been. Then we decided to walk down The Strand to St Paul's, passing Charing Cross and The Savoy Hotel.</p>
<p>This is - and isn't - Charing Cross. It is the forecourt of Charing Cross Station, to be sure. The monumental cross is a representation, not even a replica, of the Queen Eleanor Cross which was the final such monument along the route from Lincoln to the then hamlet of Charing which at the time of the original cross in 1249 occupied what is now Trafalgar Square and the extension south along what is now Whitehall to The Strand. Twelve crosses between Lincoln and here in Charing marked the nightly resting places of <i>King Edward I's</i> beloved wife <i>Queen Eleanor of Castile</i> during her post mortem journey from Lincoln back to Westminster Abbey after dying during a Royal Progress, probably of fever, in 1290.</p>
<p>The original cross was destroyed by <i>Oliver Cromwell's</i> order in 1647. Upon it's site in 1675 after the Restoration of the Monarchy, an equestrian statue of <i>King Charles I</i> was erected where it stands to this day at the south of Trafalgar Square, the centre of London from where all measurements to London terminated. So if you see a sign <i>"London 213 miles"</i> then you are 213 miles from the horse's tail of the statue.</p>
<p>But back to Charing Cross Station which takes its name from the long-lost hamlet. The cross there was built to commemorate the opening of the station in 1864 and it is taller than the original Eleanor Cross.</p>
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<p>The Savoy Hotel stands on land between The Strand and the River Thames and was built by <i>Richard D'Oyly Carte</i> using the profits from his <i>Gilbert and Sullivan</i> light operas. Opening in August 1889, it set standards far in excess of the normal for its time. It was the first hotel with electric lighting throughout, the first with electric lifts, the first with constant hot and cold running water and most of its rooms included bathrooms.</p>
<p>After six months of opening <i>César Ritz</i> was engaged as manager and he brought in <i>Auguste Escoffier</i> as chef de cuisine and <i>Louis Echenard</i> as maître d'hôtel. In 1897 they were dismissed. Both Ritz and Echenard were implicated in the loss of wines and spirits on a grand scale and Escoffier was found to have been accepting gifts from the hotel's suppliers. This was hushed up at the time, though Ritz was inclined to sue for wrongful dismissal. With the probable scandal likely to affect other rather successful business interests he was persuaded to not to make a fuss. Amazingly the full details were only publicly known in 1985.</p>
<p>The Savoy became wildly successful. Even their own orchestras, <i>The Savoy Havana Band</i> in the 1920s and later<i>The Savoy Orpheans</i> led by <i>Geraldo</i> in particular became well known through early BBC broadcasts live from the Savoy Ballroom and through sales of dance music released on 78rpm records. Most of Hollywood's famous stars have stayed there including <i>Humphrey Bogart, Marilyn Monroe</i> and <i>Frank Sinatra</i> and <i>Churchill</i> was wont to take his cabinet to lunch there.</p>
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<p>Nearby there was the faint sound of music and happy voices and we passed under the arches into the courtyard of <i>The Courtauld's Gallery</i> to see what was going on.</p>
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<p>Passing through into the courtyard we saw first a large Christmas tree and then the skating rink seen in the photograph below. The Courtauld Gallery was established at Somerset House on this site in 1932. It has a large collection of important works of art from such illuminaries as <i>Manet, Monet, Rubens, Turner, Constable, Cezanne, Toulouse-Lautrec, Gainsborough, Gauguin, Degas, Van Dyke, Renoir</i> and <i>Van Gogh</i> (including his self-portrait with bandaged ear).</p>
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<p>Ice skating is a form of sport, exercise and/or fun that I've never felt the compunction to try somehow. Now don't get me wrong - as a kid you would find me in a school playground running full tilt on snow to launch myself onto an ice slide of twenty or thirty feet long, standing sideways to the direction of travel, feet rigidly spread to maintain balance and would present any torn and bloody flesh for purple iodine to be liberally painted on my knees should my exit from the slide be less than elegant... But skates, like skis, have never presented themselves of any great appeal to me.</p>
<p>Ice skating though is thought to go back some 4,000 years would you believe. In southern Finland travellers would skate to save energy on journeys. Animal bones would be favourite I imagine. Certainly sharp edged skates made from steel would only start to be used in the 13th or 14th centuries. But the basic design hasn't changed much since then.</p>
<p>In England, skating on metal skates developed after the Restoration in 1660. <i>Samuel Pepys</i> recorded in his diary that on 15 December 1662 he had gone with the <i>Duke of York</i> (later <i>King James II</i>) to watch the latter skate on the frozen lake in St James Park, remarking that the Duke <i>"slides very well"</i>...
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<p>We carried on along The Strand and came to The City of London - the famous <i>square mile</i> that contains the law courts and financial business centre of London. It is a county in its own right and at the time when the Romans were still knocking about, falling over themselves laughing at the locals' wood and mud houses, it was pretty much all there was of London.</p>
<p>The church is St Clement Danes, of nursery rhyme <i>Oranges and Lemons</i> fame, although St Clement's church in Eastcheap not far away also claims to be the church associated with the rhyme.</p>
<p>There are several theories as to why the name includes the word <i>"Danes"</i>. London was on the border between the English and the Norse of the Danelaw and it may have originally been built to commemorate massacres. It also was the burial place of one of England's Danish kings, <i>King Harold I - Harold "Harefoot"</i> from 1040, though any remains of the tomb have long since vanished.</p>
<p>The church was rebuilt by <i>William the Conqueror</i> and again in the Middle Ages. Following the Great Fire of London in 1666 the tower had to be rebuilt from the very foundations. The tower survived when the rest of the church was rebuilt in 1680-82 and a steeple was added in 1719.</p>
<p>On 10 May 1941 during <i>The Blitz</i> the church was bombed and gutted by fire. Looking at photographs taken during that night you could scarce believe that it could have survived. The ten bells fell from the tower to the ground, yet whilst the interior was devastated, the outer walls, tower and steeple survived. The church was fully restored funded by an appeal by the Royal Air Force and in 1958 it was reconsecrated in the presence of <i>Queen Elizabeth II</i> and <i>Prince Phillip</i> as the Central Church of the Royal Air Force.
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-75009023985680891292024-02-22T12:27:00.005+00:002024-02-25T12:37:51.419+00:00A Spin on the London Eye<p>Saturday 30 November 2002. There's some sort of event on in Wembley on Sunday 1 December so Fran and I are staying in a Premier Inn at Wembley for the weekend. I can't quite remember what it was advertised as, but there was a large record fair and a particular draw was that both actresses <i>Caroline Munro</i> and <i>Ingrid Pitt</i> were to be there. We had met them both some five years previously and thought it would be fun to meet up again.</p>
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<p>9:30am Saturday morning we head for Waterloo Station on the Underground. We had decided to try to get on the London Eye. At this time of morning there were no queues. We got tickets and walked straight on.</p>
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<p>Whilst we were near the bottom it was interesting watching the pods discharge and take on passengers!</p>
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<p>There's a fabulous view all the way around and it's easy to spot landmarks such as St Paul's and Big Ben.</p>
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<p>There were few enough people in each pod to be able to get to a window to allow a good viewpoint.</p>
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<p>It wasn't what you would call the sunniest of mornings - the view must be even better when it's sunny. But given that we are on the last day of November, we can't really expect sunny skies and weather fit for t-shirts and shorts.</p>
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<p>At the top of the wheel with the next pod on the same level. The pod looks very space age!</p>
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<p>Starting to come down. The whole trip takes half an hour. A great view of the Houses of Parliament, or the Palace of Westminster whichever floats your boat. Though if you're going to be picky then your boat is the one turning sideways further up the river past Vauxhall Bridge...</p>
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<p>After passengers leave a pod it is scanned with metal detectors before anyone else can enter. This is done quite quickly so that the wheel isn't forced to stop to long each time a pod unloads and loads.</p>
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<p>As we walk away to wonder what to do next we notice a piece of blue string fastened to a lamp post - obviously the lamp post too was trying to remember something...</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-89299352325980947612024-02-21T14:05:00.003+00:002024-02-21T15:40:31.413+00:00Myerscough College 2002<p>Well of course there was much more going on at Myerscough College other than moving whopping great trees and building new blocks. I would end the year working my notice in preparation to joining JISC infoNet, my exploits during that employment are already open to scrutiny and the odd hilarity.</p>
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<p>17 March 2002. I found myself (I think, for the last time) down at Coombe Lodge, venue for so many FEMIS courses in the 1990s.</p>
<p>Back then we had stayed in The Webbington hotel, a rather posh establishment where dinner was served at large communal round tables in the dining room. A refined lady with pearls and elaborate hair would play selections from (I swear) <i>Watch With Mother</i> on the piano and <i>Rob Burnett</i> would look across at the stuffed head of Bambi's mum on the wall, nudge me and say <i>"Go on John - do the joke!"</i> </p>
<p>The joke involved me drawing everyone's attention to the deer head and remarking <i>"That thing must have been doing a hell of a lick when it hit that wall on the other side..."</i> Never failed to bring a laugh... Why I'll never know. Rob and I once found ourselves seated after one meal with two very glamorous girls, far too young for us and with skirts far too short for keeping warm. They were absolutely gorgeous. One leaned forward slightly to ask, <i>"So what do you think of this *%&*ing FEMIS then?"</i> They had come from a very small specialised college and whilst one was the Principal's PA they were expected to also do all the work on the college's Management Information System. The other one was sitting thoughfully looking critically at her glass... <i>"*%&*ing Vice Principal came upto me the other day and stuck his hand up my skirt, dirty sod!"</i> she informed us. It was an enlightening evening... I remember the next day, which was the second of our 2-day course, the girls somehow learned how to do all sorts of tricks in the UNIX operating system to cause embarrassment to the VP...</p>
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<p>This time I was staying at Coombe Lodge itself. Very boring as I was the only guest and I trotted off after arriving to have tea in Weston Super Mare which was just a few miles away. The following day after the course I went down to the nearby farmhouse where the FEMIS headquarters had been and the last few staff who had made the transfer to Capita were still working.</p>
<p>The programming team worked in the old stables and I went down to see <i>Christina</i> and her colleagues to make sure they had been properly mucked out... Happy days!</p>
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<p>2002 was <i>Queen Elizabeth II's</i> Golden Jubilee. She had visited Myerscough College twice and they created a new space called <i>Jubilee Court</i> with a centrepiece of a 3D sculptured representation of the college logo, which was two ears of wheat set curving opposite each other. The sculpture set another two at right angles so they made four spokes or points of the compass (or ears of wheat...).</p>
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<p>The college network was moving into the final phase of development with the instalation of new batch of managed network hubs which would be housed in a cabinet in the new build described in previous articles. On 20 May 2002 <i>Jayne</i> and I had another trip to <i>Research Machines</i> in Oxford to learn all about them and walked into this market just as the doors were locked at the far end. By the time we realised there were no stalls open the doors behind us had been locked as well. Luckily we found someone still in the place to let us out!</p>
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<p>With similar luck we went to the Bodleian Library. We were unable to enter the library itself as there was some sort of graduation event going on.</p>
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<p>In the courtyard stands <i>King Charles I</i>. In 1645 he was refused permission to borrow a book as the library's rule is not to allow books out of the building. It acts as a reference library only.</p>
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<p>I got asked to contribute to another conference for NILTA and found myself on a platform with the head of a software company discussing whether paperless enrolments would ever become a reality. At the time the only thing holding this up was the Government's insistance that students should physically sign a form. Given that one college (there's always one...) had just <i>made up</i> a load of false students to fraudulently claim funding may have had some bearing on the Government's reluctance to allow digital signatures...</p>
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<p>I also manned the NILTA stand at a local conference for North West colleges on 2 July 2002. About this time I received a strange telephone call one morning from a recruitment agency asking if I would be interested in a highly paid job for a national agency. They wouldn't disclose who it was but said that I had been specifically suggested as a likely candidate but that I would have to attend an interview that same day in York during the afternoon.</p>
<p>This was a deliberate ploy to see if I could actually do it and get there on time, whereupon I was told I had already passed several levels of criteria including being known to at least two currrent Government Ministers. (I've never been quiet in meetings or conferences, but as I've already mentioned somewhere, I never criticised without making positive suggestions for going forward.) The post turned out to be as head of an well known education support quango's Further Education arm. I later found lots of acquaintances doing similar work had also been approached and in the end I didn't get the job, but it was a very rewarding experience to go through.</p>
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<p>Myerscough held a graduation ceremony and as a member of the support staff rather than academic, I found myself in red robes. <i>Mick</i> who I had worked with at Preston and subsequently brought to Myerscough to support me (and bypass me!) with programming of report output from the Management Information System took this photo from a low level. it emphasises the noble brow, the proud features, the double chin...</p>
<p>The ceremony was held over two days, one for Higher Education students and one for Further Education students. On each day a guest was invited to do a speech and to hand out the certificates. On the second day I was quite pleased to shake the hand and chat to <i>Lord Brian Rix</i>, the famous actor from the <i>Whitehall Farces</i> and then acting as <i>President of MENCAP. "I've seen you before,"</i> I told him, <i>"...but I doubt if you'll remember!"</i></p>
<p>It was a touching experience that day, I had no teaching duties but occasionally spent time with students to help them over an I.T. problem and some of those who I'd spent time with made a special effort to come and say thanks.</p>
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<p>In August a new Business Incubator building was planned and an old barn had to come down to make way for it. This would change the road plan of the college also. By now I had gotten involved, again through NILTA, with a project to set up a new Advisory Service for JISC. JISC was a committee at the time, not an organisation, so all its staff were employed by various universities around the UK. The <i>University of Northumbria</i> at Newcastle would be hosting this new service which would support Information Systems and development, planning and implementation of I.T. use within colleges and universities.</p>
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<p>With the opening of the new building featured in the previous couple of articles, a new I.T. drop-in centre was opened. The old one still existed but from 60 total PCs, we had now added this - a considerable achievement but which matched in terms of percentages the growth in student numbers over the past two years or so. Use of the Internet was expanding rapidly and demanding far greater computing power than was even envisioned when I started at Myerscough in 1999.</p>
<p>Use of images in particular had gone from almost zero to unbelievable in that time - we had software to help, but policing access to pornography on the Network was a necessary and onerous task. The reluctance of teaching staff to discipline students, leaving it to us to "ban" them temporarily from the network was an annoying - and completely useless - imposition. I argued with management over this but they said it was all they could do. This is what would happen: Despite my protests that my staff were not policemen, judge and jury, I had one young student, not the most intelligent, sent to me so I could block his access to the network. He had been looking at porn whilst seated next to a girl student and some rather unsavoury noises had resulted from what he was doing...</p>
<p>Sternly I made him tell me why he had been sent to me. <i>"I was looking at porn, sir!"</i> he admitted readily with a huge grin. <i>"Well, I've got to take away your access to computers for the next two weeks so you are going to fall behind on your work unless you have computer access at home!"</i> I waited for his response. <i>"Yes I know, Sir!"</i> Still grinning... <i>"So what will you do now?"</i> I asked still trying to be stern, but knowing I just wasn't getting through to him that he shouldn't think of continuing to not only watch porn at college but do it openly whilst enjoying it to the full, in front of other students female or male. <i>"Oh, I'm going to borrow my mate's password!"</i> Total waste of time. Teachers and management, do not do this to your busy I.T. staff!
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<p>26 November 2002. At Hinckley, near Leicester for the <i>Ferl</i> conference on a stand for the recently announced new service <i>JISC infoNet. Ferl</i> if I remember rightly - someone will correct me if I'm wrong - stood for <i>Further Education Resources for Learning</i> and was a joint project involving the <i>National Learning Network</i> and <i>Becta</i> and possibly more (Someone help me out here!)</p>
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<p>Also at this conference were a couple of respected colleagues: <i>Keith Duckett</i> of the Further Education Funding Council (FEFC) and <i>John Bushnell</i> of the Department for Education and Science (DFES). I always used to say it wasn't a proper conference unless you found out a couple of PUAs (Previously Unknown Acronyms)...</p>
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<p>The weather threw up more floods again in 2002. It was time (if not already past time) to start taking this <i>Global Warming</i> thing seriously. The hand rail in the photo is that of a bridge over a stream...</p>
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<p>As a writer and especially as a writer of (hopefully) good advice, it's always nice to get the occasional bit of feedback that proves that what you are doing is of some use or interest to someone. In one issue of NILTA's newsletter/magazine in 2002 there was a letter from a relieved member of staff from the University of Illinois in America who had struggled with a problem and found the answer in an article that I had published. I was quick to point out that the solution to his problem had been discovered by <i>Jayne</i>, not by me!</p>
<p>The new JISC infoNet was given the green light and one dark night on 27 November 2002 I found myself driving over to Newcastle dodging snowflakes, swooping owls, the ghosts of Roman Auxilliaries from Hadrian's Wall and large lorries on small roads over the Pennines for a formal interview to become a member of staff. As I gave in my one month's notice, Myerscough was hit with a notice that HM Inspectors would be visiting the day after I left... They negotiated with JISC to extend my notice for a further month and I would join the University of Northumbria at the end of January instead of the beginning.</p>
<p>As the new job would entail lots of travelling about the four countries of the UK, I didn't really want to uproot my family to the North East and then just leave them there whilst I went off all over the place so we negotiated to rent an office at Myerscough College with Internet access etc. whilst I would go over to Newcastle regularly for meetings and so on. Myerscough would have me available if needed. (I can't remember it happening - no matter how indisensable you may think you are and indeed may be, the cracks don't begin to show until you have been gone long enough for people not to associate them with you.) Besides, I was pleased when Jayne secured a promotion to the vacancy I left and I knew they were in good hands. Mick too had already acquired greater knowledge than I had had time to keep up with regarding new web-based languages to interrogate the college student and finance systems.</p>
<p>Despite the obvious advantages of sharing some information from HR systems - teaching timetables; deletion of access when staff left employment etc. - in both colleges and universities HR systems were never ever allowed to be accessed even by programmers who would only draw the necessary data <i>out</i> of the system without anyone else being able to see any other details. I suspect more because of dire warnings by software house training events than anything else, HR systems were installed within barbed wire, concrete gun emplacements and the excuse of, but with little understanding of, the <i>Data Protection Act</i>. It is not there to stop your organisation from working efficiently. The times I heard <i>"Well people could see what the Principal was paid!"</i> - yes... you mean the same as any CEO whose salary has to be published in publicly available Annual Reports?</p>
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<p>11 January 2002. The same day that the tree is moved, work begins on the site for the new building. First the plot is levelled. Mud is relocated from the rise to the right of the photograph and some is used to fill the hole where the tree came from.</p>
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<p>By 15 January 2002 the site is flattened ready for cables, utility and I.T. network to be re-routed. Two days later some heavier machinery comes along to spread gravel to strengthen and dry out the mud and on 21 January, seen above, work begins on sinking piles to support the building.</p>
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<p>28 January 2002. Having spent so much time and effort in flattening the site, more diggers arrive to dig trenches through the whole shebang. The foundations will go in these. The piles have had concrete poured down them - a handy hint for any sufferers out there... On second thoughts let me make it clear that the last suggestion was a <i>JOKE!</i></p>
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<p>7 February 2002. Framework is being laid down into the trenches for the concrete foundations. Plastic liners are filled with steel cages that are made from rods on-site. Trying to concentrate on complicated programming and writing code is not made easier by the many flashes of light from welding equipment...</p>
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<p>8 February 2002. Concrete is poured from overhead into the foundations, being pumped from the side of the site. A large hole is left for the lift shaft for the building. Smoothing off is done by hand.</p>
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<p>22 February 2002. The building framework starts to go up. Once it starts the building takes shape very quickly.</p>
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<p>March 2002. As the new building comes closer to the I.T. office we see girders and concrete hoppers flying close by the window!</p>
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<p>10 March 2002. The metal base for the flooring goes in. At ground floor level internal walls are started.</p>
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<p>21 March 2002. What on earth is that man... ah... he's just holding the hose that pours the concrete onto the floor! The other end is attached to a mixer at ground level and as a crane lifts the mid section of the long hose up, liquid concrete is pumped through.</p>
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<p>9 April 2002. The walls are starting to be built on the inside and protective sheeting is put up - effectively blocking our view of the proceedings! 25 April 2002 just over a fortnight later, the sheeting comes off.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-17500034253227769382024-02-16T19:13:00.003+00:002024-02-16T19:13:42.105+00:00Moving the Maple Tree, January 2002<p>This article covers the lifting and transplanting of a fully grown sugar maple tree at Myerscough College to make way for the building of a new laboratories and classroom block. The tree was listed as it was a rare specimen for England and it had to be secured for the future. The article will cover two days, 10-11 January 2002.</p>
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<p>9 January, the tree has been prepared by excavating the root ball which has been bound by hessian and netting. to stop the roots from spreading too much and to keep a surrounding ball of soil to nourish the tree. It is now early morning on 10 January. We are expecting cranes to arrive. The crane to lift the tree will have to be so large that it has to be put together on-site</p>
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<p>It's 8:00am. The main part of the crane arrives like this. Another crane comes with the parts for the jib and a pile of steel plates and weights.</p>
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<p>The steel plates are placed on the ground. Legs extend from the sides of the crane so that it doesn't topple as the boom arm swings. The weights are lifted and placed on the bed of the main crane.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile this hole is to be the recipient of the tree once moved. The College Arboriculture team have to level and finish preparations.</p>
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<p>12:30pm - the crane is still being built. This process could take up to three hours. The packing around the rootball is checked to make certain it is secure.</p>
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<p>The jib boom is put together on the ground. The tree (on the extreme right) has to be lifted and swung around the building behind to reach it's new spot. It has to be swung by the crane arm as there is no way the crane can lift it and then move itself and its load.</p>
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<p>1:00pm . The pulley system for the main jib is placed between the counter weights - now at an immense weight. Not counting the weight of the motor and pulleys there are 15 weights at 7.5 tonnes each, making over 100 tonnes in all.</p>
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<p>2:00pm. This is why all that weight is necessary, the weights counterbalance the weight of the arm of the crane plus its load when extended out to the side. The whole thing has to be able to swing freely and extend in any direction. There is another hour of setting up to go.</p>
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<p>The Arboriculture Department have had to create a route for the chains to come vertically down the tree without being diverted by branches. Otherwise once they bear the weight of the tree the chains would snap them, leaving the way clear for the chains to jerk and risking the tree falling.</p>
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<p>3:00pm - the chains and arm are attached to the crane. Meanwhile the job of passing slings underneath the tree commences. The rootball is so heavy that it must be lifted from below not by the trunk or branches. The slings are like very large straps attached at both ends to chains either side of the tree.</p>
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<p>4:00pm and it is going dark again. Buildings within the distance the tree might fall are evacuated - my office is the dark window on the first floor.</p>
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<p>4:30pm - it seems that the tree and soil around the rootball may be heavier than the straps can cope with. An air gun (a form of very powerful hairdryer!)) is used to blast away loose soil from the the rootball.</p>
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<p>5:15pm - the tree has been moved but not lifted yet. Rocking motion allows the air gun to be used underneath. A short break is taken whilst staff go back into affected buildings to collect their belongings and leave the college at the end of the working day. It gives me chance to take two more shots from my office window!</p>
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<p>9:00am 11 January. During the evening yesterday it became apparent that the tree would not lift because it had been planted over an old existing tree stump and the roots had entangled with the root system of the stump.</p>
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<p>9:15am. The roots were cut away during the night and after waiting for daylight for a final visual inspection, the tree was lifted within ten minutes.</p>
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<p>The crane then simply swings, moving the tree carefully past the Fitzherbert Brockholes building towards its new home.</p>
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<p>This is a fairly slow process, no one wanted the tree to lose balance by moving too quickly!</p>
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<p>9:20am - the tree swings over the hole prepared earlier. Lots of relayed arm-waving tells the crane operator how to respond - he is sitting in his cab quite a way away!</p>
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<p>In the end manpower is required to push the rootball into the exact spot than at a signal, the crane driver lowers the tree gently into its new home.</p>
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<p>Once the soil and gravel mix has been shovelled around the rootball so that the tree can be confirmed as safely planted, the Arboriculture team once again climb into its canopy to secure steel cables to hold it steady and to fit a complex hose system around it with tiny holes that for the next two or three weeks will create a mist of moisture, the tree's very own microclimate to ensure it does not dry out and die. Over twenty years later the tree remains healthy and growing.</p>
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<p>To make things slightly more difficult, the tree on the left, one of the larger trees, is a Canadian sugar maple, rare in the UK and a <i>"listed tree"</i> in the same manner that buildings are listed. The college could not just cut it down but had to plan to move it complete with branches, foliage, root ball and all to a new suitable site elsewhere on the campus.</p>
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<p>9 October 2001. The more common trees can be cut down and chipped - a useful training opportunity for the Arboriculture students.</p>
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<p>10 October 2001. The smaller trees are being cut down. This has to be done in stages, with acensions up the tree to cleear the larger branches first so that the tree trunk can be safely cut in sections according to the size of the tree. As building foundations have to go down on the site, the roots have to be removed.</p>
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<p>This is achieved using an air spade - which blasts air down giving a bit more force than your foot! In this photo, the staff and students are digging around the rootball of the sugar maple. You can see the size of the rootball from the distance they are away from the trunk of the tree. Following the digging, the rootball has to be protected and nourished through hessian sheeting to keep the tree alive.</p>
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<p>23 October 2001. The five more important trees are lifted with this massive "tree spade" that is folded around the trunk and then digs down around the rootball lifting all at once. The first few attempts lift the front of the vehicle before the roots are freed! They are then transplanted elsewhere on the campus grounds.</p>
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<p>9 January 2002. The sugar maple is massive though - far too big to be lifted in such a simple manner and it is closer to the existing laboratories so there cannot be any risk of it falling onto the roof of those.</p>
<p>The potential new site will mean it has to be carried around the end of the building from where I am taking these photographs at my office window. When that happens my building will have to be evacuated just in case. It will take a full 24 hours involving bringing a crane onsite in order to <i>build yet another crane</i> large enough to lift the tree and swing it aroud our building. Join us next time...!</p>
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<p>These two bunnies were perhaps a bit overwhelmed, but were supporting each other and were at their most appealing. Their pen was large enough for them to stay away from petting hands, if they so wished.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile in the Animal Academy, dogs came to be groomed - this chap in particular had to look his best for his upcoming role in TV's <i>Magic Roundabout!</i></p>
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<p>The Floristry team had displays of their own and offered visitors a chance to get hands on with a touch of flower arranging.</p>
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<p>The Equine Arena was packed with spectators as students put the horses through their paces.</p>
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<p>Likewise, the Plant Centre was well attended all day, whilst entry to the tropical glasshouse had to be regulated at times in order that the temperature didn't drop too much.</p>
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<p>There were stalls and displays from local crafts and farm produce suppliers. Here visitors got close to a display of birds of prey.</p>
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<p>In the college forge, students were clanging away at lengths of glowing hot iron, showing how decorative ironwork was fashioned.</p>
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<p>In the college Mechanisation sheds, students were displaying the rally car and both modern and vintage tractors. At the tool bench these students were taking apart bits of machinery looking confident and knowledgeable in response to my <i>"Can you pick up some bits and look as though you are doing something with them?"</i></p>
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<p>There was quite a bit of interest shown in this large bit of farm machinery. How often do you get to stand close to a combine harvester?</p>
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<p>Likewise children were thrilled to be able to clamber onto the large motorised lawnmowers in the Turf Management sheds, though they were a little disappointed that the keys were safely locked away and that the machines couldn't be driven out to mow the meadow...</p>
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<p>The Arboriculture staff and students - ever willing to do their <i>Batman</i> bit, gave demonstrations of roping and tree ascending. They were paying particular attention to detail as we had at the time a party of American Arboriculture staff and students visiting from <i>Clemson University</i> USA.</p>
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<p>The College's Pony Trekking Centre at Dinkling Green had brought some of their ponies down and eager youngsters, including our neice Heather, queued for rides along one of the tracks across the grounds.</p>
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<p>Another popular display was the sheep shearing that took place half a mile along the road from the main campus. Having all our hooved animals housed away from the main campus had served us in good stead during the foot and mouth crisis earlier in the year as some land-based colleges with working farms on the main campus had had to close their doors altogether to students and all but essential staff.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-28274402006525758422024-02-09T11:40:00.011+00:002024-02-09T14:30:01.546+00:00Myerscough College Early 2001<p>The year 2001 dawned and I found myself specifically invited to bid for some JISC project funding to participate in a project aimed at passing information from the college Management Information System on students to the online-learning platform. The project was known as the <i>Interoperability Project</i>.</p>
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<p>This meant me liaising with both our MIS software people, Capita and the online learning software people. A quarter of a century on, I have tried to remember the software's name but can't. This despite me travelling one time flying from Liverpool to Dublin to give a talk on the benefits and methods of running user groups to Irish college staff, with the representative of this other software speaking after me.</p>
<p>I had delegates announce themselves around the huge conference table and every single person had a different accent as they had all come from every corner of Ireland. It was wonderful. Plus we had stayed in the Medical University in Dublin and had been offered a chance to observe an operation the evening before the meeting (we declined) and were served a <i>"full Irish"</i> breakfast the following morning. Remarkably like a full English but with white pudding instead of black pudding. (This latter also declined...!)</p>
<p>Anyway I had to attend a few meetings for the project with one being in York. I arrived after starting to feel unwell the evening before, fell into my hotel bed at 5:30pm and rolled out again the following morning half dead and just drove home without attending.</p>
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<p>We had lots of very cold weather and freezing fog in the mornings. The weak bridge on St Michael's Road near the college got some attention whilst we had traffic lights for weeks.</p>
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<p>The Myerscough server room. It was accessed from the technicians' room and was air-conditioned and equipped with fire detection equipment and huge tanks of some sort of fire-fighting gas. We had a fire-proof safe for storing backups of data and the servers ran a mirror system where data was replicated amongst them. Thousands of students create a lot of data...</p>
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<p>Work was starting on a new classroom block and laboratories. These catered for soil sample testing and all sorts of chemical horticultural and other biological matter to be cut up, broken down to consistuent parts, discussed and poked in a safe and controlled way. No-one, whilst I was working there, was ever bitten by a radioactive spider and had to be coaxed off the roof...</p>
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<p>There will be chance to watch the new building taking shape in further articles as all this happened right outside my office window. Watch this space... No... <i>this one</i>...</p>
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<p>Did I mention grotty weather earlier? Fields were flooded for weeks on end, meaning crops were destroyed or sparse and that the ground was left unsuitable for re-seeding for the Spring for crops to be harvested in Autumn. Making it worse was that spring seed itself was scarce due to bad weather in the previous year. All of this affects available foodstuffs in your local grocery stores.</p>
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<p>And then to make matters much worse - foot and mouth disease hit. From my news pages on the college website: <b>22 Feb 2001 - Foot & Mouth Precautions</b></p>
<p><i>Whilst there are currently no official restrictions in place for Lancashire, foot and mouth disease is an extremely infectious disease. A very small quantity of the virus is capable of infecting an animal and the disease could spread throughout the country if no attempt were made to control it. Just one infected animal confirmed would mean the slaughter of all animals on a farm.</i></p>
<p><i>Myerscough College is restricting vehicle access to the college farms and control measures such as the disinfecting of footwear is being put in place at the farms, Animal Academy and Equine Unit.</i></p>
<p>The recently acquired <i>Virtual Learning Environment</i> (the <i>online-learning platform</i> mentioned beforehand) now became the salvation of the college. As can be imagined, many of our students came from farms, or farming families. Their parents or employers took them away from college to minimise the risk of cross-contamination of their own and/or college livestock and had it not been for the academic staff's swift take-up of the new system (nothing to do with me, by the way) the college would have been devastated.</p>
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<p>By the end of March we were able to welcome <i>Bill Beaumont</i> the ex-rugby international, now playing celebrity golf matches, to open our new Golf Academy. This had lots of facilities from computer-controlled screens that showed photos of real golf courses and that registered the speed and direction of a ball whacked at it (note the technical language here...) and then simulated where the shot would land, to oversized plastic clubs for use by visiting groups of school children to introduce them to the game.</p>
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<p>A few of us were playing tenpin bowling as a team in a league at a bowling alley in Preston. On 11 April 2001 we went to play at a charity event for the NW Air Ambulance at the alley in Morecambe. We fielded two teams of six players against another 36 teams. Our team got through to the finals, eventually finishing in 6th position after a great night's bowling..</p>
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<p>In May 2001 we had a surprising new arrival at Myerscough's Animal Academy. Meet Pterry, the emu - so called because the size of his or her feet reminded staff of a pterodactyl! Pterry hatched out of one of two eggs given to the college by a nearby farm and grew quickly in size since hatching. He or she had doubled in size in just a couple of days and would in no way fit back into that egg!</p>
<p>Staff were hoping that the other egg would produce a brother or sister for Pterry. The egg was rolling about of its own accord so there was something alive and strong in there, but sadly the movements stopped before the egg hatched.</p>
<p>Incubation period for an emu egg is normally between 47-55 days with Pterry hatching right on cue at 49 days. The eggs had to be kept around at a temperature of 95 degrees and 75-80% humidity with the eggs being turned manually by staff five times a day. Emus will grow to between five and six feet in height in their first year, reaching maturity at two years.</p>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964138136447200711.post-29285637045794625042024-02-04T15:11:00.001+00:002024-02-04T15:34:35.935+00:00Of Rallies, Floods, Saddles and Stowaways<p>Life at Myerscough College was far from dull. Making sense of the networking side of things, replacing a few old PCs with a much larger quantity of new computers that were capable of doing what students required, (that's easy but getting the funding or persuading Finance people why cheaper machines won't do what is necessary...)</p>
<p>It wasn't just that the existing number of students needed far more computers. From 1999-2001 the college almost doubled its student numbers. We would have had to double the number of computers just to maintain the levels of inadequacy...</p>
<p>I was also getting to grips with a new Management Information System, struggling to respond to requests for report output from people who had never had it explained to them how to specify what it was that was needed...</p>
<p><i>"How many students do we have?"</i> was a common request. Asking <i>"What sort of students?"</i> or <i>"What do you want it for?"</i> or even <i>"Do you just want one number or do you want it broken down by category?"</i> would totally confuse or infuriate some people.</p>
<p>Yes I can give you just one number. But it would include centrally (Govt.) funded students, those paid for by employers, those paid for by the Local Education Authority; it would lump full-time students with part-time students; central campus students with students studying on different campuses (campii???); tractor maintenance with florists... In other words <i>why</i> you want it is a very important question to ask. The number of times this just got the response <i>"Why do YOU have to make it so complicated?"</i></p>
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<p>So the little forays with a camera at lunchtime or whenever an event was taking place, were a way to let all that [yuck] dissipate. This event entailed coming in on a Sunday. Sundays were when the most newsworthy events took place that I would otherwise miss. In this case it was Sunday, 8 October 2000 and the college was hosting the start of the Silva Stages Rally.</p>
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<p>Our own rally car, the Skoda Favorit, was competing and is seen here on a weighbridge. I presume it was to check if it was heavy enough rather than the opposite... I'd had the misfortune to own a Skoda myself in 1971 and the number of plastic parts that snapped, melted or otherwise caused problems made me swear never to buy one again. That had admittedly been before the VW takeover though... And it had admittedly been my Dad who bought it, not me... It was me that crashed it causing it to be written off though.</p>
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<p>In the college Mechanisation sheds, other, perhaps more specialised - or sidelined - motorsports vehicles could be seen.</p>
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<p>Tuesday 24 October 2000. Immigration Officers at Manchester Airport were astounded as cargo handlers unloading a routine cargo flight came across a somewhat small stowaway. The desperate asylum seeker turned out to be a baby gecko, not yet one inch in length and presumably wondering where it had found itself!</p>
<p>Myerscough College's Animal Academy agreed to give the gecko a home and at first wondered where it was - it was so small that they failed to spot it in its makeshift jam jar transport! The gecko was soon resting and recovering from its flight in a special plastic tank, resting on a heating pad to keep it at the correct temperature.</p>
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<p>31 October 2000. A few days of extreme weather left many roads in the Myerscough area with a lot of surface water as rivers rose and fields turned into lakes. Most roads to Myerscough College were open but the back road from Preston had a stretch this morning under one and a half feet of water. Even my fairly major road approach had two areas where water covered the road completely upto a depth of 5 inches, but were easily passable if drivers slowed down.</p>
<p>This photograph shows the effect on passing cars if some... "one" drives through too fast. I saw this Range Rover coming fast and stopped and my camera was on the passenger seat. The wave it caused swamped my bonnet and reached halfway up the windscreen.</p>
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<p>Friday 27 October 2000. The indoor Equine arena with spectator seating to one side.</p>
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<p>There were both indoor and outdoor arenas and paddocks. The view from the outdoor arena stretched to the Trough of Bowland, whose hills we can see here in the distance.</p>
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<p>A booted foot in the stirrups. I took photos of various activities: washing the tail of a horse, plaiting the mane, fitting a boot to the horse...</p>
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<p>Here students were being taught to measure a horse. They are measured in units call <i>hands</i>. This method of measuring horses started in ancient Egypt and was originally based on the width of a hand or the height of a clenched fist. Four inches was the given height (I and almost all people I know must have non-standard hands...)</p>
<p>Look on any website and on most you will see this depicted as the <i>height</i> of a full unclenched hand - which even on diminutive me would measure six and a half inches. Use a ruler like the teacher is demonstrating...</p>
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<p>This is <i>Shah</i>. He was the oldest of Myerscough's 40 or so horses and had been at the college for ten years.</p>
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<p><i>Jake</i> had featured on TV a few times. At some time in his history an owner had docked his tail, leaving just a stump with very short hair. Cruel, because in the fields horses have a <i>buddy system</i> where they stand nose-to-tail with another horse and then flick their tails to brush flies away from their buddy's face and eyes. Jake was unable to take part in this sort of activity.</p>
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<p>Plenty of this to be done in stables!</p>
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<p>Christmas 2000. WIth the college having halls of residence, we had a local chaplain attached. She came round this Christmas asking if anyone could play musical instruments at a carol singing event one lunchtime. A few of us turned up with guitars and various other instruments and busked our way through a few carols.</p>
<p><i>Christine</i>, who ran the Admin side of the college covering Enrolments, Exams, the Management Information Systems' data entry and other bits and pieces, asked a few of us to play at her department's Christmas lunchtime gathering. One of her staff, <i>David Lancaster</i> joined to ask if he could sing a few songs with us and with <i>Bob Snape</i> on mandolin and <i>Helen Fenton</i> on violin we knocked out a few folk songs.</p>
<p>It was the start of a group called <i>Creeping Bentgrass</i> that shrank over the years, until by 2010 there would be just David and myself carrying on the name as a duo, but we gigged successfully, having moved into Fifties, Sixties, Country, Rock 'n' Roll and the odd <i>Take That</i> and <i>Status Quo</i> number, right through until 2020 when Covid put a stop to performances. By the time things got back to normal again health issues forced us to reluctantly call it a day.</p>
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