tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44388231544470082642024-03-16T01:12:29.660+00:00Just pleasantly floundering around.....Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-26969683448361683192023-04-13T16:00:00.002+01:002023-04-13T16:00:16.344+01:00Old Boys' Club<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-e0JjsswcVvQQGmpympJbMmqfPZ4PtsPa8uU0W-KOz8npeslfakSU-1R5yG4udlLJC3uCDn7w5BTaOcl3M_BpnMbqhvVJNAjpitpqw4AQNAyx4i4q_LKqUaq0i_uhuCVl-ly6ulmRIQqvui3YlkUeWCrVxMXy3-gEhA3tHQlTFNnJy8QIudCJig_H/s1529/Proem.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1529" data-original-width="1217" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-e0JjsswcVvQQGmpympJbMmqfPZ4PtsPa8uU0W-KOz8npeslfakSU-1R5yG4udlLJC3uCDn7w5BTaOcl3M_BpnMbqhvVJNAjpitpqw4AQNAyx4i4q_LKqUaq0i_uhuCVl-ly6ulmRIQqvui3YlkUeWCrVxMXy3-gEhA3tHQlTFNnJy8QIudCJig_H/w510-h640/Proem.png" width="510" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-65582491874339286032022-10-07T15:42:00.002+01:002023-04-30T10:02:23.612+01:00The Outer Hebrides<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJORMy2EFoQF7S9TquPJ_J7nKijeXrSjg72Ylc3jrk0kNf0a5ZLG-s0h3VONLYYRvV1VVznpU_OWi7Gs3E0g_WXlZLWYHBf88JFtPcjKT9vKZOHG6yODma6Z3T-gyNOSbkToccZ_1RPRk/s1600-h/outer+h+222.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437791108558240418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJORMy2EFoQF7S9TquPJ_J7nKijeXrSjg72Ylc3jrk0kNf0a5ZLG-s0h3VONLYYRvV1VVznpU_OWi7Gs3E0g_WXlZLWYHBf88JFtPcjKT9vKZOHG6yODma6Z3T-gyNOSbkToccZ_1RPRk/s200/outer+h+222.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 199px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a><div>A draft post I wrote ten years ago that I thought i would publish...</div><div><br /></div><div>I have never been to the Outer Hebrides but somehow have still managed to feel a (very) mild affiliation to them on account of the following. <div><br /></div><div> When I was about eleven our dad returned from work one day with the weighty speculation that we might move to Benbecular so that my dad could run the airport there. Apparently the airport traffic amounted to about one aeroplane a day. The move was carefully and seriously considered over the following few weeks. I remember feeling extremely unsettled by this idea and the more I learned about the Outer Hebrides, the more resistance I felt. Aside from being told most island children go to boarding schools on mainland Scotland for their education and that its young residents usually do very well academically because there's nothing to do but study (this <em>really</em> scared me) my main fear was centred around the fact that devout religion on the islands meant people were not allowed to actually do anything on the day of rest: Sundays. I can hear my eleven year old voice saying, what nothing? No walks, no TV, no playing, (no falsely collecting jumble, no trespassing, no starting forest fires) - nothing - not on a Sunday. </div><div><br /></div><div>My dad exacerbated my fear by telling me stories of bricks being thrown through people's windows because they had been seen <em>doing something </em>on the Sabbath. I think I cried several times. And I definitely did a lot of begging.
In the end, we didn't move there and I got to do things other than study. Instead we moved from Gatwick to East Dorset and I was relieved. Perhaps it was dad's crafty way of lessening the blow of the news that we were moving - whatever! </div><div><br /></div><div>A few years later, in my first year at university, I met a chap who was eventually to become a long term boyfriend - all six foot three of him: Roy Macarthur. His father was from the Isle of Lewis and Roy was a little freaked out to find I had a little knowledge of the islands - based on my earlier sniffing out of information about the place they-were-going-to-make-me-go-to-heals-a-dragging. He'd never met anyone that knew anything about the Outer Hebrides and it might have helped me score. A bit. He had been there several times to visit his gran who lived in a tiny not-really-a-place called Crossbost south of Stornoway and he verified the indigestible details about Sundays. </div><div><br /></div><div>He also told me a story from one of his visits. His family had arrived in Stornoway (via the Ullapool to Stornoway ferry. I have been to Ullapool - another thing to freak Roy out - few venture there - and all I remember was white cottages, fishing boats and Russians). They went into a pub for some food and for the duration of their visit the locals in the pub stopped speaking English and continued in Gaelic. Roy's father, having been brought up on the island, could understand every word but he didn't let them know this. Those in the pub had lots to say about tourists and their terrible ways, so much in fact, that was all they spoke about while Roy's family ate. It was as his father was paying and as they were leaving, that he said in perfect Gaelic,
"The food was fine but your attitude towards tourists is appalling." If I had been there, I would have savoured that moment. Actually, I can savour it from here. </div><div><br /></div><div>And my Outer Hebrides connection does not stop there. Not quite. What I hadn't realised was, because we didn't move to Benbecular a friend of our family (and a colleague of my dad) went instead for six months. I believe it became a secondment opportunity for Gatwick's air traffic controllers! Lucky them. And this man, Pete, told me this story......
The tiny plane that took him from the mainland to the island was an event in itself. Word got out (he said it wasn't hard - he was the only 'unknown' on the plane) that he was the new controller. He was called up to the cockpit, kids wanted to speak to him and he felt like he had celebrity status.
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EH21xv9aDpllXyujIS_OuFnZvLInLK9NvsQ-FJi_rv1lVHRqm6jN28PkfXcTpVc0fclnGkHJ9LGDrRWRWKDUM_mJ9v4Z2XaRFh-B0QsKRJOmBGoSaE7hxMN_5KHsoeuWODTJrpisUss/s1600-h/Outer+Hebrides.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437782065335758066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EH21xv9aDpllXyujIS_OuFnZvLInLK9NvsQ-FJi_rv1lVHRqm6jN28PkfXcTpVc0fclnGkHJ9LGDrRWRWKDUM_mJ9v4Z2XaRFh-B0QsKRJOmBGoSaE7hxMN_5KHsoeuWODTJrpisUss/s200/Outer+Hebrides.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 172px;" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After a day or so of settling in he arrived at his new 'control tower' and was shown around by a local. This local said, 'we have a terrible problem with sheep on the runway. You will need to be vigilant. If you see some sheep when a plane is due, you will need to ring this number and ask for Ben. Ben will sort it out.' </div><div><br /></div><div>Several days went by without the problem of sheep on the runway. Eventually, however, sheep did turn up, scattered all over the place just before the day's plane was due in. So Pete did as he was told: picked up the phone and asked for Ben,
'Oh right' said the voice at the other end and put the phone immediately down. Pete started to worry. What did that mean? Was Ben not available? Had that been Ben he had spoken to? If so, he gave no indication of how or indeed, if, he was going to sort out the sheep. He was bewildered and not a little worried. That was until Ben, a border collie, appeared from out of nowhere all on his own and cleared every last sheep off the runway in time for the plane to land. Very 'Local Hero.'
Maybe one day I'll go to the Outer Hebrides if I lose my mind a bit but definitely not on a Sunday. The deep scarring won't allow it.
</div></div>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-35989098895113786812022-10-01T09:07:00.000+01:002022-10-01T09:07:09.549+01:00I am anti-censorship<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAor1IuTHeoM2jeul4TnrzWTeKe_ojCmlHcQC_QPag2mR5FJNfLPER6ox8gQdT89bJqtmZ4jDSjim847KBOmpxxjSGC5PHzs19WV3Do7L7Atwl2jrQihOHfX5-RCxX5iOewsoRP_SlExK-wqO1B0H-QlAY8EIKEccKFUmQu8BNCkZcPG8_aXoFpFtz/s4164/Censorship.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2080" data-original-width="4164" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAor1IuTHeoM2jeul4TnrzWTeKe_ojCmlHcQC_QPag2mR5FJNfLPER6ox8gQdT89bJqtmZ4jDSjim847KBOmpxxjSGC5PHzs19WV3Do7L7Atwl2jrQihOHfX5-RCxX5iOewsoRP_SlExK-wqO1B0H-QlAY8EIKEccKFUmQu8BNCkZcPG8_aXoFpFtz/w640-h320/Censorship.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>For so many reasons:</p><p>Who exactly gets to decide which ideas are allowed one the table?</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>If people don't get the discuss their views, how will they be able to take in new information?<div><br /></div><div>Censorship increases polarisation.<br /><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p><div>Polarisation seems to make people less able to discuss ideas outside of their own.</div><div><br /></div><div>'Toleration' of views other than your own, can help develop understanding.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-36531681199742704112022-08-15T09:30:00.026+01:002022-08-17T08:25:31.419+01:00Storytime with a performer (who happens to be a drag artist)<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSGNwocCcT_UUBN2FtbDvapTtcMCDjyZPM-h2h5JExldbHdJZI6RXhSepWWDfgJc47cOd2rvcf3xelAZ6hf5rUBJ2hckPoZ_XVzMmouRnp8Kb62_yBm1_rScVKbWGt4SrmMg4w7Jyy_lQUXSTJqcYnt6wvn92P4ZKjODvcgNfhYXytTmAmmAo-9Mv/s4160/IMG_20220227_153809.jpg" style="clear: right; display: block; float: right; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSGNwocCcT_UUBN2FtbDvapTtcMCDjyZPM-h2h5JExldbHdJZI6RXhSepWWDfgJc47cOd2rvcf3xelAZ6hf5rUBJ2hckPoZ_XVzMmouRnp8Kb62_yBm1_rScVKbWGt4SrmMg4w7Jyy_lQUXSTJqcYnt6wvn92P4ZKjODvcgNfhYXytTmAmmAo-9Mv/w240-h320/IMG_20220227_153809.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>The world doesn’t hang about for nuance, does it? It makes up its mind really quickly and then starts shouting from a place of emotion and sometimes, sadly, hate. Social media and the media seem to encourage this. I feel they bring out the worst aspects of human nature and appear to revel in them as - after all – contention does keep people hooked doesn’t it? <div><br /></div><div>So the latest shouting match appears to be around the protests aimed at drag artists who read stories to children. One such act read one of my books recently and made </div><div>it far more entertaining than I ever could. It was totally child-friendly, really funny and extremely engaging. So what is all the fuss? Well I have been watching closely…. </div><div><br /></div><div>Drag has its history in a gay culture that was mostly pushed underground and </div><div>‘outside’ mainstream – thus not in common consciousness, so many people are not used to it (other than a handful of ‘distanced’ TV celebrities). It also has history in </div><div>the fact women were not allowed to play parts in theatre. Pantomime shows remnants of this. But to me, a man in an outlandish outfit is just that – a man in an outlandish outfit. It’s funny, garish and over-the top and I absolutely love it. </div><div><br /></div><div>But what I am picking up is that a man in a dress is too unusual for a small, but noisily aggressive, number of people. And for those people, what seems to happen is that anything that diverges from ‘what most people are used to’ is lumped together on some sort of unrealistic scale that they assume always slides to an unrelated and harmful extreme. Through this process, some adults appear to manage to link drag to paedophilia. This is outrageous and highly offensive. The reality is there will always be dangerous adults who cause harm to children and I will make the fair assumption that most of these are straight males. To claim (consciously or even subconsciously) that a man is more likely to be a paedophile because he is a drag artist, is bizarre, hateful and totally illogical. To claim with such certainty that such a performer is going to harm a child says more about the ignorant minds of those saying such things than anything else. This is the realm of simplistic prejudice. </div><div><br /></div><div>There is also an idea that watching a drag act read a story is somehow sexualising children. This is absurd. I would love to hear a full and logical reasoning that explains this. This sexual connection really does need challenging because as I learnt when I worked in the field of relationships and sex education: anything that can be linked to sex – however incorrectly, can whip up strong emotional responses. We often have programming about sex that comes directly from the adults in our childhood. The significant others of our childhoods might have been prudish, they might never have made reference to sex, they might have giggled about it, they might have exposed us to things that made us uncomfortable, or in the worst cases, abused us. None of those approaches would give us a balanced, logical and non-emotional attitude toward sex. I think a drag act reading a story to children being automatically linked to sex has menacing origins. Women are sexualised, gay people are sexualised, trans women are sexualised and drag artists are sexualised. Sexualising these groups seems to be a method the establishment/right uses to demonise that which does not sit within it. There’s a lot of that about. It’s really time to broaden horizons for those that sexualise these minority groups. How about a more everyday and actually relevant focus, like some gay people like gardening, some trans people love to cook and all drag artists are extremely entertaining? </div><div><br /></div><div>Then there’s the whole, ‘you’re going to make children trans’ thing I keep hearing. To that I would firstly have the knee-jerk reaction of ‘so what?’ I welcome any challenge to gender constructs and identity. They are so restrictive and often damaging. If a child grows up to question or change their identity in any way – that’s great in my book. Nobody does this lightly even though the media will imply that there are people going around forcing conversion of vulnerable young people. (It’s good to remind yourself that the media always has the agenda of bringing you the most shocking stories, whipping you up, unsettling you and is certainly not impartial. It can also give you a distorted and exaggerated view of the prevalence of what they report: making generalisations from one off incidents). But my main point is, seeing a drag artist read a story is extremely unlikely to make a child go, ’you know what, I have had enough of identifying with the gender I was assigned at birth’ if that’s your misplaced fear. I mean get real people! It’s clear that understanding trans issues is considerably outside the mainstream awareness, therefore most people are ignorant about them, and yet still happy to judge, often quite forcefully and angrily, from that place of ignorance. Same thing happened historically with race. It’s a low-level thinking response, not a high level one. </div><div><br /></div><div>The children I witnessed watching a story read by a drag act loved it. What’s more, I like to think their minds have been expanded to challenge a narrow idea of what is ‘normal’: that idea, the one that leads people to become prejudiced, able to target minority groups, never bother to develop their understanding to tackle their ignorance and to be comfortable to hate. Surely everyone understands finding excuses to hate is simply wrong and we must all know that kindness is the ultimate aspiration? I for one, enjoy, revel in, am interested by and celebrate difference of any kind. It definitely makes the world so much richer.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvdQ-u4btq7nKhrzbaXGC5meP3wG9aC0eDLvTRnkUjOcgQoO8mhWPfQghC-moinaNmCq0iFtYas8UVXWECToU-_f3IEPzSeBAB9FxgmUudkZ1biqKybUwuAr2CbK6Q37xoBLAPlrRpnDEnaqLks0KwdGf0k21tkklaILuheNoCdRrecvqXgjIGERnt/s4160/IMG_20220227_143546.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvdQ-u4btq7nKhrzbaXGC5meP3wG9aC0eDLvTRnkUjOcgQoO8mhWPfQghC-moinaNmCq0iFtYas8UVXWECToU-_f3IEPzSeBAB9FxgmUudkZ1biqKybUwuAr2CbK6Q37xoBLAPlrRpnDEnaqLks0KwdGf0k21tkklaILuheNoCdRrecvqXgjIGERnt/s320/IMG_20220227_143546.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-17082110225340069462022-07-04T09:03:00.022+01:002022-07-20T10:47:33.443+01:00All of human history in seven paragraphs<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMg0nJvmjhPobstZiDYZUOHbTkvAePSXY55wiTWXCN6YZudkR9a2chxv-w6Rqez4A_l3nVA9HP2LF1wvHjCn89rqEPSQUeVEoFjHt03Aha9uXCFRbMHedVHI1Mgwdb1M6ej_w1-cxqlSIr_LiHgJ8lja0Mwue9tMAjXixAB9Zmd6LDBg2w8v64gC7S/s1280/stonehenge.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1280" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMg0nJvmjhPobstZiDYZUOHbTkvAePSXY55wiTWXCN6YZudkR9a2chxv-w6Rqez4A_l3nVA9HP2LF1wvHjCn89rqEPSQUeVEoFjHt03Aha9uXCFRbMHedVHI1Mgwdb1M6ej_w1-cxqlSIr_LiHgJ8lja0Mwue9tMAjXixAB9Zmd6LDBg2w8v64gC7S/s320/stonehenge.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Once upon a time humans lived in tribes: of 150 people at
most. Everyone would have known and felt some responsibility for everyone in
that tribe. There would have been a balance of evolved traits so some people
were more adventurous than others (which was good for hunting and finding new
foods) and some more neurotic than others (which was good for the tribe because
someone was always on high alert for any danger that might arrive). Emotions evolved
for us to live like this: to optimise chances of survival and as part of that survival,
to make us socially palatable to others so that we were not kicked out of the
tribe. The tribe lived to serve each other and of all was well, would survive to reproduce.<p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Then we learnt how to farm. This changed things and
introduced the capacity for inequality as some people could accumulate more
than others, and they did. Thousands of years later, for example, a miller had accrued
enough wealth to build a mill. This meant he could work less by charging to mill the wheat of those
who had worked all year to grow it. This inequality
was accepted as necessary but it was resented. Everyone could see first-hand how much the
miller’s life was easier than those who spent all year growing crops.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Several hundred years later, inequality had grown
considerably. Religion told the poor to be humble, hardworking and never covet their neighbour's stuff in order to to get the promised superb afterlife (an excellent trick). This served the rich well. The poor were also told, despite being humble, hardworking etc... that their poverty was their fault. There was shame in being poor and that helped keep them from speaking out. Social structure was also held rigid.
You were born into your lot and told you had to accept it. Landed gentry truly
believed in their superiority and right to own more.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Decades on, inequality was still held rigidly. What’s
more the drive to accumulate wealth by a powerful few, meant exploitation was
rife, but much of the time, you didn’t even see your exploiter. You were mostly
busy trying to survive. Barely surviving, meant you had little capacity to
fight your oppressors. A fight did break out here and there, but after systems were overturned, it usually took a few years to replace the original oppressors with a new set of
them.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">By now, the human ‘tribe’ had become unwieldy and needed to be
kept in place by being told a large number of ‘stories’ of how things are and should be. Most
humans accepted these stories as the truth. The acceptance of your lot was a
story still being told. Money and law were other stories that generally worked well - although money became a far more complex tool than a simple exchange mechanism for goods which also meant inequality could increase. Another story was patriotism. It meant millions of people died because a few powerful people had messed up. This
story is still rattling around.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Then in recent decades, another story came along. The one
that told us that class was no longer a restraint, that we could all succeed, that
we were first and foremost individuals and that competition was healthy. This
looked like we were being offered a level playing field but there was no acknowledgement
of advantage or privilege so although it looked like we had been given
opportunity, it was a way to legitimise further inequality. What’s more, the
set of values this story promoted, along with so much unaddressed generational
trauma and overwhelm at the speed of this existence arriving, meant it encouraged the
darker components of human nature: competitiveness over compassion, individual importance
over connection and distraction and stress over centred-ness and calm. The emotions that had served us well as a tribe were now being triggered inappropriately and causing a lot of suffering. </p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">And the tribe had become even more unwieldy and with the
historically enforced social hierarchy removed, people needed to be controlled
in other ways so they accepted their lot. Social media divided people fiercely, reduced their mental stability and absorbed a lot of energy and anger without
anything much actually happening. People became very happy to shout their opinions and stopped listening to each other. The media told people what to think in such clever ways they didn't realise this was happening. Bombarding
everyone with fear not only helped keep people distracted and accepting of
greater inequality, it also brought out the more cut-throat aspects of human
nature. 'Each to their own', 'point the finger and judge', 'no room for empathy', and 'assume a position of superiority'. It became harder for people to stay true to kinder values. And so humans continue to thrash their ability to bark up the wrong tree in full force......</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">************************************************************************</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">Not sure I want to speculate about the next paragraph.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The world really doesn’t need to be like this but the
forces keeping it this way - because it is in their interests to - are too
powerful to challenge. With trauma addressed, different values promoted,
connection enabled and more manageable, less stressed living – imagine how different human
qualities would dominate and how a more equal and fair existence would prevail. I dream!</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></p>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-71999807103729876982021-12-06T09:04:00.006+00:002021-12-06T09:16:12.289+00:00True Stories Live - Norwich Arts' Centre<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbAyVueIOgE4MQaj6ClSPR40KSJwGcaZyJEMZvzlAvdiEcBIbYLFhVdcWPbilcsjjvaI5mCGxP4Xrrd4zG4F3wwQTbI89LpmIJfpuIp2rNKHiLWKtq2d89Lw0n_cwj4Jd3TWFN-M-a_6x04NdO2iqI0m-wy1RaZUcb9_ivWlrbQEY1c9CsCzLJgOwW=s271" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="271" data-original-width="186" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbAyVueIOgE4MQaj6ClSPR40KSJwGcaZyJEMZvzlAvdiEcBIbYLFhVdcWPbilcsjjvaI5mCGxP4Xrrd4zG4F3wwQTbI89LpmIJfpuIp2rNKHiLWKtq2d89Lw0n_cwj4Jd3TWFN-M-a_6x04NdO2iqI0m-wy1RaZUcb9_ivWlrbQEY1c9CsCzLJgOwW=w137-h200" width="137" /></a></div>This is a very special event that I have been to four times. Three of those times I told stories, but the last time I was in the audience. It's hard to explain just how special this event is. It's like people watching plus! And because the audience is - quite rightly - primed to be kind and compassionate towards the speakers, you get a sense that the room fills up with love as more speakers add their stories. Some people's stories are funny, some haunting, some astonishing and others heart-breaking. You certain feel like you've been on an emotional journey by the time it finishes.<p></p><p>Here you can find the last story I told: <a href="https://soundcloud.com/user-39378034/molly-potter-returns?in=user-39378034%2Fsets%2Flive-podcasts&si=badf1c2537c043498a5522e2ed4f814a&fbclid=IwAR3CC-_CdHsHHjS0z08TZpp2g4PBNP4txyDP3YM28Q64GG5076K5I8vJlfU" target="_blank">I am not a pyromaniac</a>. You can judge for yourself.</p><p>And here is the song that goes with the story: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDl3Jnp3pMY&t=82s" target="_blank">Closet Pyromaniac</a></p><p>Ooo the incongruence shows already!</p>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-6506378031108494512021-06-26T12:02:00.004+01:002021-06-26T12:11:30.125+01:00Random Walk Instructions<p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjUKe3Tv9KJc8HFET0aMwxRti-zLVFexHolerLclbje4wvHs_RMvy1ehl7Cg-T2Q8vuQjbACzwibzQ8YfG_ec_Zz6vuSSS9Na-mHkmO7k7brZWNZVHbGyvytWZrWx7fkDLX90hUJh4DYY/s2048/IMG_20210104_110717.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjUKe3Tv9KJc8HFET0aMwxRti-zLVFexHolerLclbje4wvHs_RMvy1ehl7Cg-T2Q8vuQjbACzwibzQ8YfG_ec_Zz6vuSSS9Na-mHkmO7k7brZWNZVHbGyvytWZrWx7fkDLX90hUJh4DYY/w200-h150/IMG_20210104_110717.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lockdown has certainly meant I have 1) been on a lot of local walks and 2) 'milked' my city as much as I could such that there are few corners of it that I haven't explored. This was a walk my main walking buddy and I did in a highly urban area. I made up the instructions unsure of whether they would work or not - but they worked well so I thought I would share the instructions to the 'out there'. You'll need to adapt a couple of bits - like the names for example. If anyone does it - I'd love to hear how it went!</span><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Random Walk Instructions</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->Walk straight unless told otherwise. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->At T junctions toss coin head left tails right<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->At bends, follow bend round. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->If you reach a dead-end, turn around and walk
back and continue with the instructions.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1)<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Walk
forward.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2)<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Take
the first opportunity to turn right. Put the name of the road you are walking
down into a sentence, a song or make an anagram of that name.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3)<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Look
for the letters in your name. Photograph them (MOLL is allowed the Ls to be the
same. SUE IS sue). When you have both have done this, take the next left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4)<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Continue
until a post box and after that take the next right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5)<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Walk
down the next road with the letter T or S in it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6)<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->At
the next drain you see in the road or on the path, take a silly selfie.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7)<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->After
the next silver car passes, take the next left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">8)<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Walk
until you see an oak tree, then take the next right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">9)<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->At
the first dip in the curb, photograph your shoes in the most interesting way
possible within a 4 m radius.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">10) Keep walking until you pass a dog or a cat, then take
the next left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">11) On the next corner, take the most interesting picture
you can.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">12) Keep walking until to pass a hedge. Take the next
right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">13) Keep walking until a road sign. Take the next left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">14) At the next red door, take a photo of your walking
partner that makes it look like they live there.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">15) Look for a flower, real or painted. Take a photo of
it. Then take the next right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">16) Walk past 5 people, then take the next left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">17) Keep walking until a shop. Rename the shop then take
the next right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">18) Spot the next purple thing (not on Molly). Photograph
it. take the next left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">19) Walk until the next double yellow lines and take the
next right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">20) walk until the next pedestrian crossing. Cross it.
Take the next left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">21) Walk to the next parked car on the street. Make a
word using all the letters in its registration. Take the next right.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">22) Count ten lampposts on one side of the street. At the
fifteenth lamppost, take an entertaining picture involving the lamppost, then
take the next left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">23) Count eight white lines in the centre of the road,
then take the next right. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">24) Continue until you pass a person and take the next
left.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">25) Find the best photo to take wherever you are to show
the walk has come to an end.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">These joker cards can be used once each for any time you feel yourself strongly resisting the way the instructions are sending you!</span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Calibri;">JOKER CARD<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Call for a U
turn<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Calibri;">JOKER CARD<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ignore the coin<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Calibri;">JOKER CARD<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Walk for a bit
in direction of choice before restarting the instructions<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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</tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4SuQpO3RL-hbmYFZGBt3nBXY5wMTL56shH_oNHJ3FFuMVvALqUNXt7IXkBuv-7ujsfC9PR2c8-AP_mOFKNrCQz_jmpYTrrqJxFR-kWboJi1n5ZOxFAoFaa-REsXDZ2sBTT6sOc6GuJ9Q/s2200/moll.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="2200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4SuQpO3RL-hbmYFZGBt3nBXY5wMTL56shH_oNHJ3FFuMVvALqUNXt7IXkBuv-7ujsfC9PR2c8-AP_mOFKNrCQz_jmpYTrrqJxFR-kWboJi1n5ZOxFAoFaa-REsXDZ2sBTT6sOc6GuJ9Q/w640-h240/moll.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div><br /></div>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-68684030620922439912021-06-18T13:30:00.002+01:002021-06-18T13:30:35.668+01:00Data and targets – the light brush stroke of getting things done<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gpydkmOb3G7jAqXxIswCyv4xZib0ZLxq88ivJj0V_DnoyzE9MypCCBxirheeTbkcADdkQnhioPMXek0MAeM7okEonHDFACQ4K8SQ2_OL7of-QW96Fku7qNr_Tm2Wsi76qf4KrqPBo6I/s1528/dataaa.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="1528" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gpydkmOb3G7jAqXxIswCyv4xZib0ZLxq88ivJj0V_DnoyzE9MypCCBxirheeTbkcADdkQnhioPMXek0MAeM7okEonHDFACQ4K8SQ2_OL7of-QW96Fku7qNr_Tm2Wsi76qf4KrqPBo6I/w640-h378/dataaa.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing">I just read an article about how rape prosecutions were
in decline. So, the article went on to explain, there was a (long overdue)
government review and fundamentally the outcome was that some targets were set
for more prosecutions. No more funding, no more preventative or proactive measures
put in place such as education, training or raising awareness, no more
resourcing within the police to support rape victims. At best, this will bring
the lack of rape prosecutions into focus for a while.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">It reminded me of a time when Accident and Emergency
Departments were given the target of seeing anyone who walked in their door
within the first ten minutes. I heard anecdotally that this resulted in someone
being given the job of holding a clipboard and ‘booking in’ new arrivals within
said ten minutes and then the patient had to wait the same amount as time as
before. Totally ineffective, and what’s more, the ‘clipboard person’ was
actually a resource removed from elsewhere. With no further funding to meet the
target, of course the target was unrealistic.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p> </o:p>This has been the way things have been dealt with
increasingly in the last couple of decades and in the main, we have gone along
with it and have not questioned it. This approach has become normal: an ‘issue’
of underperformance exists, so a target is set. Data has to be collected to
check on that target and staff who are already stretched (thus the issue), now
also have to collect data and fill in reports which removes them further from
the frontline where the issue was in the first place.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Long gone is funding for preventative measures or in many
cases, acute situations. Targets and data collection has replaced resourcing
things properly. I will accept that there is a possibility that this approach
works for a while as it drags resources from other areas to focus on the issue,
but without further funding in an already overstretched system, adding data
collection just gives less time for frontline work. And – as I have seen
first-hand in education, people make data up. And they get away with it because
there’s not enough person-hours to check the data that’s been inputted –
certainly not with real scrutiny anyway. No this approach just asks people to
work more and most of us intuit that it’s ultimately quite ineffective.</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-7719471702292376652021-06-01T08:22:00.002+01:002021-06-01T08:22:36.705+01:00Emotional literacy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz2Ac9CTenKEgoa0vFES90t7BBYb6HXEX2jXPiIPOSe7hV1SrKzUMCC05nzOA4PALITHSWgtgAO6CIorYwERZi7_ZbbeOjTSZwomI2b_awdzY6qJcAfnQ7nCW-MycMdqhyphenhyphenIJqY7f6U5U/s1017/emotional+literacyxxx.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="593" data-original-width="1017" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz2Ac9CTenKEgoa0vFES90t7BBYb6HXEX2jXPiIPOSe7hV1SrKzUMCC05nzOA4PALITHSWgtgAO6CIorYwERZi7_ZbbeOjTSZwomI2b_awdzY6qJcAfnQ7nCW-MycMdqhyphenhyphenIJqY7f6U5U/w640-h374/emotional+literacyxxx.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />For many years now I have been reading absolutely everything I can get my hands on about emotional literacy/intelligence and resilience. It's not just because I write books for children about the stuff, it's also because for personal development as emotional literacy is pretty key to self-awareness, self regulation, and generally finding life more manageable! I didn't have great role models in my childhood for emotional literacy and I suspect this triggered my perpetual search for answers.<p></p><p>So recently, I decided to compose some videos aimed at - not the age I write for - but the age I have always taught: Key Stage 2 aged children (7-11) although I think some of the videos could be used with older children. My aim is to support parents, carers and teachers with helping their children develop emotional literacy. All of the videos can be found, described and added to each week <a href="https://www.mollypotter.com/blog/videos-support-teaching-and-learning-emotional-literacy" target="_blank">here.</a> If it helps one person - I am happy!</p>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-12870715164323971472021-05-16T08:55:00.050+01:002021-05-17T09:45:43.044+01:00Low self esteem<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgweUKdwKneAHhumX2NtmW9GZpJlan266sFHIoUytvkBUw8lhTvUsRf8XU36DgE1P3EUCjE1tCr4XrNMRaPZnvyUc4L58vGS3mXBw9Ymap8mGtwVsA2ldKFxTTQBGC9tLFM-U1imTXbtCM/s679/low-self-esteem+%25281%2529.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="679" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgweUKdwKneAHhumX2NtmW9GZpJlan266sFHIoUytvkBUw8lhTvUsRf8XU36DgE1P3EUCjE1tCr4XrNMRaPZnvyUc4L58vGS3mXBw9Ymap8mGtwVsA2ldKFxTTQBGC9tLFM-U1imTXbtCM/s320/low-self-esteem+%25281%2529.png" width="320" /></a></div>I have been reading a book called ‘Overcoming low self-esteem’ by Melanie Fennell and some of the messages in it certainly resonate with me. I will attempt to summarise:<div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Low self esteem gives us beliefs about ourselves that the book calls our ‘bottom line.’ These will be slightly different for different people but they are the narrative we picked up about ourselves from others, probably mostly from our childhood but also from other places in our lives. These can include narratives like: I am worthless, everyone else is better than I am, I am unlovable, I am unacceptable, I am stupid etc. Our bottom line is like a prejudice against ourselves because even in the face of proof that it is not true, we still believe it to be true. </li></ul></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>To cope with our bottom line beliefs, we create our own 'safety net', rules for life. These again will be different for different people (even those with similar bottom lines can have developed different protective rules for life). These rules can be things like: </li></ul></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><ul><li> <span> </span>I mustn’t let people get too close to me or they won’t like what they see. </li><li> <span> </span>If someone criticises me, I have failed. I have to avoid criticism.</li><li> <span> </span>I must keep myself under tight control as the true me is unacceptable.</li><li> <span> </span>I have to be the best/perfect, otherwise I am no good.</li><li> <span> </span>I must look good, my worth depends on it.</li><li><span> </span>Unless I care for others, I am useless.</li><li> <span> I expect unrealistic loyalty to avoid feelings of rejection.</span></li><li> <span> </span>I must attack before I am attacked.</li><li> I must always appear to be clever.</li><li> I won't take advice, as it feels like someone has assumed I don't know what to do.</li><li> <span> </span>It is best not to even try, so I can avoid judgement. </li><li> I need to be in control to avoid feeling vulnerable.</li><li> I must always blame others, because taking the blame is too shaming. </li><li> <span> </span>Things have to be recognised by others for them to be worthwhile.</li><li> I need to be right as if I am wrong, I am stupid.</li><li><span> </span> Letting my emotions get the better of me shows complete weakness.</li><li> etc.</li></ul></ul></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>So we generally try to abide by our rules to avoid triggering the bottom line, as that is essentially why we developed these rules: to protect ourselves from the pain and shame of our, 'bottom line'. However, inevitably, situations arise in our lives that mean our rules are rattled or we feel situations in the future could potentially mean we have to break our rules. e.g. people get to know us well, we are criticised, we make a fool of ourselves in a way that breaks our rules, we fall in love (!) etc. Anything that means we can't hold on steadfastly to our rules, will trigger anxious predictions. So then the book looks at a situation that would cause most people some discomfort because it is likely to challenge most people's rules somehow: being asked to do public speaking. 'Unsettling situations' like this cause anxious predictions for people with low self-esteem and these fall into four categories.</li></ul></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><ul><li> <span> </span>Complete avoidance of the situation </li><li><span> </span>Taking excessive precautions to ‘make it run smoothly’</li><li> <span> </span>Becoming so anxious, you can’t actually ‘perform’</li><li> Ignoring success even if we do really well and assuming we were rubbish.</li></ul></ul></div><div> • The anxious predictions, keep our low self-esteem intact because they reinforce our bottom line beliefs. (Because you either avoided the situation, you did excessive preparations and that's why you think you just about managed it, you mess up and it proves to yourself that you're useless or you never allow yourself to 'receive' the positive feedback.) What’s more, anxious predictions can trigger feelings of inadequacy, anxiety and wobble us to the very core, before, during and after whatever the challenging situation was. They can be the cause of rumination and self-reproach and make us feel awful and totally consolidate what we thought about ourselves. This can also be when we behave in defensive ways.</div><div><br /></div><div> • The book suggests that in order to overcome low self-esteem, you need to </div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>become conscious of this process.</li><li>consciously do the opposite of what your anxious predictions tend to make you do and </li><li>believe/look at the positives about the outcome once you did the opposite to your anxious predictions. i.e. turn up, have a go, don't over-prepare and look for evidence that it went well. </li></ol></div><div>I appreciate this is a swift summary. Obviously – the book spells it all out more clearly with examples.
It has also made me think that low self esteem is a blight that affects many. Some people go to great lengths to cover ‘it’/their bottom line up (e.g. narcissism) and I am sure it is a lifetime’s work to overcome it. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Like many self-help books, it provides a slightly different model for looking at the same issues. I see this model linked to Jungian psychology: we have protective measures preventing us from feeling the shaming of our own shadow and these measures themselves not only make us repeat patterns of behaviour, they also certainly limit us and often trigger destructive behaviours.</div>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-61864960569818593872021-01-09T23:06:00.003+00:002022-02-03T15:30:16.369+00:00Earlham Cemetery - I have to ask<p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-OrHg3QrZLRb_UQ5oGF3FuNFJVe7BFLGBFdJGjRxVLuPEcPyRN-FHxUtafsMPlbNgWTEPYyCK2-JbWpTjzkqlDQY8EBrh4TmIC4Uf-R2D8am9kwpW3yfXKMReJ3g9kn5ogYXhFkoQAQ/s2048/IMG_20201111_105649.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-OrHg3QrZLRb_UQ5oGF3FuNFJVe7BFLGBFdJGjRxVLuPEcPyRN-FHxUtafsMPlbNgWTEPYyCK2-JbWpTjzkqlDQY8EBrh4TmIC4Uf-R2D8am9kwpW3yfXKMReJ3g9kn5ogYXhFkoQAQ/s320/IMG_20201111_105649.jpg" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It seems as though you
offer a shortcut</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So I meander through your
maze of graves</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But what I might save in
distance of travel<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Is paid back with journeys
of thought<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I have to ask…..<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So, tell me of all of you,
who was most mourned?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What were the people at
your graveside thinking<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">As you were lowered into
your last resting place?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And is there anyone still
doing the remembering?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Which of you were serious,
who laughed the most?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Whose life was hardest and
whose privileged?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Which of you would I have
enjoyed spending time with?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And from which of you
would I have fled?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Now that you’re dead, does
a fancy grave matter?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Would you have chosen that
spot?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Would you get on with your
underground neighbour?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Or turning away in your
grave, really not?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And if you could see your
grave this day?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Would its lichen or lean
distress thee?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Would you need your grave
to still shout out your name?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Or be content about its
dense cloak of ivy?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So Susannah Smith, ‘wife
of above’<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I’ll never know you, we’ll
never meet<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What were you proud of,
did you have shame?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And what was your idea of a
treat?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And Edward Squire, with
all your details eroded<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What was the most
remarkable thing you did?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And now your life’s over
and totally gone<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What pertinent advice
would you give?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And you Googes – Dick, George
and Susannah<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Is there comfort in being
together?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Unlike Robert Nursewigg in
his lone grave<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Died eighteen ninety-two
in November<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Most graves reduce you to
a name and two dates<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">But a few give away part
of your tale<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Sophia Watts you left five
children to mourn you<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Did they stand where I am
standing and wail?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And poor sisters: Rose and
Sophia Smith<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Departed this life far too
young<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">A stone covered in verse
about sacrifice and rest<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Did this really appease
the fact that you’d gone?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And Thomas and Alice Emma
Jeckell <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Your canopy of a weeping
beech<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What was planted first?
Your matching graves<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Or this drooping, weary
symbol of grief?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And a wry smile crosses my
face as I wonder<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Why are so many of you
called Mary Ann?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Pooley, Starkey, Miles, of
Smiths there are two<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And some whose last names have
gone<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Preserved in the neat
lines of soldiers’ graves<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The discipline and
regimentation of war<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Your individuality
stripped from you in death<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Are you happy with this
futile collective honour?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And the 1910 graves all
batched together<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Grouped by your year of passing<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Might you have known that you
were to share<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Not just an era but also
an area?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">And how did you die? What
was your demise?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">An illness or disastrous accident?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What were your thoughts
about death when alive?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Was there comfort to be
had as you went?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Tell me, what would you
make of this present day?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">What would shock you most?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Technology, globality or
attitudes?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Or that we have not
achieved more?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Molly Potter<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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I don’t think this is overly surprising. The world seems to be getting a lot less emotionally gentle. It seems more individualistic, faster-paced, more competitive, less community orientated, less reflective and there seems to be a lack of patience and empathy (which equates to taking time to understand). People don't have much time to steady themselves or apply wisdom! We also have distilled global news full of shocking, inhumane injustices, accessible using fingertips and we have a sense of not really being able to do very much about any of it. We have the negative impact of social media: the agitation of incessant dopamine hits, the sense everyone else is having a better time and the occasional hostile, futile and polarising debates that leave people reeling. Additionally, in many workplaces, it’s easy to feel like an insignificant number in a data crunching, paperwork obsessed, over-monitored world that is barking totally up the wrong tree. And we have a whole heap of uncertainty, about the future. Anxiety is all about uncertainty after all. No it does not surprise me that people are generally feeling more anxious.</span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2c3e50; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This kind of ‘on the up’ anxiety, I see as a baseline though. Anxiety is increasing as a ‘background noise’ but there is also the other ‘version’ of more acute anxiety: the emotion that is triggered by worrying about how things are going to turn out: the emotion we feel before we perform in front of others, we have an exam or we feel as we lie in bed worrying about bumping into a bully at work the next day. So, if the baseline is heading up, it seems likely the emotion of anxiety triggered on top becomes harder to manage as our brains flood with cortisol and our rationality is overridden.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2c3e50; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So what can we do about anxiety? (Well, firstly I need to acknowledge that some people experience anxiety in the extreme such that it can be crippling. I am not talking about that kind of anxiety in this post.) </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In really thinking about both long-term and acute anxiety, I think there are reactive responses we apply when we feel awful but I also think there are proactive things we can do that are more like a preventative measure for reducing anxiety generally. For acute anxiety, Some of our coping mechanisms are healthy and some of these less healthy. Healthy strategies might include finding a friend to discuss what is bothering you and considering if there are any practical measures that could be taken to make the worry of a ‘worst-case’ scenario less likely. You could brain storm ideas. This conversation can also help you accept the unknown part of the anxiety. e.g. In taking an exam example, we can revise as hard as we can (practical measure) but we could never know the questions that are going to come up and how we will react to them (accepting the unknown). When highly anxious, there’s also some value in allowing some time to ruminate but then ‘parking’ the worry. Unhealthy strategies for coping with acute anxiety include getting drunk or over-eating for example!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2c3e50; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Another coping method for acute anxiety comes from the Stoics. When someone is anxious, we tend to offer consoling words such as ‘it’ll be OK’ or ‘you’ll be fine.’ Well firstly, we cannot guarantee this and secondly, this does not comfort the part of the mind that knows perfectly well that you might fail your exam or mess up a performance. A lesson from the Stoics is to face the worst-case scenario and consider the contingency plan for that. This will offer more comfort ultimately than denying the risk that it could all go wrong: the risk that is triggering the anxiety. This might overall sound very pessimistic, but I think this process can ultimately help people to transcend petty worries and 'sweat the small stuff' a lot less. Also. occasionally the worst-case scenario can turn out to be far less disastrous than you first thought, which can allow you to have a laugh at your over-reaction! </span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2c3e50; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So there is no doubt that finding ways to cope with acute anxiety exist. However, after many years of exploring wellbeing, I have come to realise that these coping mechanisms only go so far. It's the long-term preventative measures that have the real impact, not just on anxiety but our ability to cope generally. </span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2c3e50; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Firstly, I think it helps to understand anxiety. I know this has been covered by popular self-help books in recent years but it helps to be reminded that lots of our emotions evolved for survival but are now not needed nearly as much, if at all. We have not evolved out of them because this takes millions of years. So for example, the fear linked to anxiety – whether the sabre toothed tiger is an imagined threat or actually just around the corner about to pounce– once kept us on high alert so we did not get eaten. We survived! However the fear of failing an exam that causes us anxiety is no longer a matter of survival but our silly brain cannot discern that. The anxiety is real but the threat is no longer about getting eaten and obviously not a life or death matter. This knowledge helps me because I have become good at recognising that my brain is just doing its torture thing and that the response is disproportionate to the threat. </span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2c3e50; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But lastly and most importantly, another proactive step in addressing anxiety is about learning how to self-soothe. Our brain can find a ‘calm place’ when we give it the opportunity. Self-soothing generally is about finding ways to access the calmed brain and I am pretty sure this gets better with practice. When we have practised a lot, we are more easily able to access this calm space and this gives us some protection against anxiety. And this is where all of those activities we know are good for us come in, such as going for a walk with an observational focus, making something mindfully, meditation, yoga, talking with a friend, losing ourselves in creative flow or any activity that takes you completely into the moment. We can easily ignore those methods as they are time-consuming or we might not believe in them but I see them as the best ways to tame our 'not-overly-adept-at-managing-anxiety' minds. And my suspicion is that becoming better at this has a beneficial impact on both the increasing background anxiety and the more acute version.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2c3e50; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></p>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-40719011733188441062020-04-08T11:31:00.001+01:002020-04-28T07:30:07.007+01:00We've dumbed down the art of debate<br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Some of you will remember the sinking of the Belgrano in
1982. Several of you might remember the Sun’s newspaper headline. It said, ‘Gotcha’.
And a further number of you might remember something similar to my memory of
the next day. I went to school and the Belgrano report was the hot topic. A
number of us were outraged by the headline, others jeered with pleasure at the
sentiment and several had no opinion. A discussion unfolded. It got a bit
heated in places but stayed on topic. People listened to each others’ views.
Those who initially held no view, joined in. People put their opinions forward,
people made reference to facts they knew about the situation, people listened
and we fine-tuned our thoughts on the matter. Some views remained unchanged but
understanding had developed about why others held the views they did. Several
people remained undecided or shy to put their opinion forward. We discussed it
a little further over the following days. It was a while before the next hot
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Now compare and contrast to – well you know what I am
going to say - social media. You know all this but here goes. Someone writes a
post or presents an article. Mostly it will be something we agree with because
that’s how social media keeps our egotistical selves hooked. But even with
those articles and others we occasionally stumble across, a ‘debate’ unfurls.
But it’s not often a debate in the real sense. Usually it involves the plonking
down of a consolidating view of the article/post or an opinion that opposes it. There
is rarely any exploratory interaction between those with opposing views. The
aim is not really to listen, it’s to shout louder. Opinions are challenged as
if they are incorrect facts. There is little respect for alternative opinions
or consideration for how a person might have arrived at that opinion. Sweeping
statements are made and there is little tolerance of speculation or acceptance
of ‘grey areas’. There is a gunning for the ‘right’ opinions to be adopted by
all<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>- however unrealistic that is. Sometimes,
but rarely, a fact is produced in the ensuing thread that supports one side of
the argument. The person who holds a different view will ignore it or label it
as ‘nonsense’, such is the power of confirmation bias. Sometimes discussions
end up with dismissive comments showing the person is not even willing to consider the issue further or sometimes it descends into personal insults, people block people and
nothing is achieved but ill-feeling. Within seconds, we can have scrolled down
to, and engaged with the next topic. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Few of us debate well on social media. We have not got
the time to adopt the necessary indulgence of others – such are the unwritten
rules online. And we certainly do not debate as if we were all in the same
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This approach in online debate does make me
wonder what impact it's had on the way we think and certainly how we interact with
people who have something different to say. There is little doubt it has added
to the polarisation of views and black and white thinking. We do either agree
or disagree when we post. If we are undecided or indifferent, we tend not to
post. Views have to take a stance as there seems to be little tolerance of ‘I’m
not sure’. (I guess not being sure is a quiet voice in a heated debate.) We also
tend to be strong in our conviction of agreeing or disagreeing. It often becomes a
matter of ego. We are rarely seen to change our minds in the light of new
evidence. (I can recall one debate where this happened and it really stood out, as do the ones where people civilly agree to disagree).</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The idea that we can
decide where we stand on an issue without being receptive to new facts that
could change our viewpoint is the antithesis of progressive and flexible
thinking and the root of much detrimental dogma (for example) – potentially damaging
stuff! </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I think a further truth might be that if we form our views mostly by continuously agreeing or disagreeing, approving or dismissing, we limit speculation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I think social media has encouraged people to present themselves as an expert, even
on topics we know little about, as opinions don’t require genuine expertise. We
very rarely ask questions mid-debate as that implies a lack of knowledge we cannot
be seen to have. There is a glaring absence of questions full stop (with the exception of the sarcastic rhetorical). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have also become good at dismissing experts
too, possibly because so many people present themselves as one to try to authenticate
their opinion more. How can we discern the real experts for the fake ones? And we
can share the opposing opinions of experts on social media, because experts disagree with themselves too. So who are we to believe if the experts can’t agree and present a
clear conclusion. I know – let’s make up our own mind and post it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I also think the speed with which we are agreeing and
disagreeing with so many different topics must be having an impact. The fast and
furious development of viewpoints simply must mean we miss a lot of the nuance. Nuance take time to think about, they can be uncomfortable to mull over when we love certainty so much. Also, for those that argue passionately, it cannot be great for mental health. Scrolling down a news-feed, reacting positively and negatively
within seconds of encountering different articles is probably quite a strain on the
emotional responses we evolved to deal with far less frequently altering stimulus.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And what about when personal attacks are flung about? This really does show poor interpersonal skills - let alone a reasonable ability to debate. There are people who comment in a fair and
gentle way but I have seen outrageous disrespect and insults for people who
just see things differently – for one reason or another. There is little willingness to explore where a person's opposing viewpoint has come from and certainly little interest in it. It seems fair to say we should be</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> angry at the institution,
injustice, ignorance or inequality not the individual. A different viewpoint
does not automatically make the other person deserve dismissal or worse, contempt,
they have just arrived at a different conclusion and the reasons for this can
be many. I think the aim of maintaining respectful relationships should always usurp the need to be right. I know we all know this but somehow, on social media, it is easy to forget. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I work in a pupil referral unit (PRU): a school for children who have been excluded from
mainstream education. Nearly all of the children who attend have</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> quite extreme emotional and behavioural difficulties</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">. The children are fragile, violent and full of
fear. As staff we have to be endlessly caring, positive and make these children
feel contained and loved. We have to uphold firm, fair, boundaries despite them often
being a trigger for extreme behaviours as ‘kicking off’ usually gets them out
of things they don't want to do in other places in their lives. We can never ‘lose our cool’ as that
will undo any trust we might have built up and chances are we will be proving
to the children what they hold as a deep-rooted belief about most adults: they cannot
be trusted. We have to have a minute by minute awareness of what is going on in
the room as the mood can change in seconds and a chair can suddenly be hurled through
the air if we don’t get in quickly to prevent it. We cannot have sensitivities
when the children call us foul names or target us with the hurt, hate or anger they are so
sadly riddled with. We are hit, kicked, bitten and spat at. It is an
emotionally draining job (and sometimes physically demanding – we regularly have
to restrain children to keep them safe) and the rewards take months to see: the
child who eventually gives you a smile instead of a scowl first thing in the morning or
the child who, in time, does not turn a chair over automatically because you have presented
him with some work. It’s not an easy job but I have grown to find satisfaction
in the part of the job I describe in this paragraph. I am quite good at it now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">On top of this intense emotional management of the children (and
ourselves!), we have to teach them. We have to ensure that these children who
have had such bad experiences with learning and have developed incredible work avoidance
strategies, make progress as we tick their rungs up a multi-segmented and extensive assessment tool. (I tick away but in reality a child one day might seem like they have mastered
something but the next day it’s as if they had never done it – such is their
anxiety and the wiring in their brains. Nobody wants to hear this reality
though.) We<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>have to create long, medium
and short term plans for these lessons of course. We have to give the children learning
objectives and nine-way differentiated success criteria each lesson. We have to find, or
mostly, create the differentiated resources to help them achieve these criteria. We have to
assess how much the child learned and feed this back to them – verbally, in
written form and on our assessment tool. We have to give them 'next steps' after each lesson - they are written. We have to ‘mark’ each child’s
behaviour ten times a day. We have to write weekly (sometimes daily if something significant happens) reports about learning (against each subject) and behaviour on a 'tracker' for each child. We have to give them learning targets every half
term in several areas of the curriculum and write comments against these
targets – the interventions we will apply to support each child to achieve each target and if they are not working, devise new ones. We
have to input data about each child’s learning progress and behaviour weekly and in a different place, at the end of each half
term. We have to complete paperwork for other organisations when they ask for
it - of course. Our children are often involved with other agencies, so we often write professional reports - and usually in the format provided by the organisation that requested it. We have to complete their individual education plans – more targets and
interventions that acknowledge their EHCP interventions. (We have targets as teachers too of course as part of the annual performance management cycle.) We have to complete forms for significant incidents – several most
days which means a phone call home too and this documented in the child's communication log. If we are off sick, there's a return to work form to complete and if we have a hospital appointment, a 'request for absence' form. We regularly have to respond to random
one-off tasks we receive by email. We have to attend a lot of meetings - briefings, team meetings and weekly CPD sessions -sometimes that involve more paperwork. And most importantly, we have to complete a record of concern if a child gives us any concern with respect to
safeguarding. I'm sure there is more that I just cannot recall at the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Like many teachers – especially those my age – I went into
teaching for all of the first paragraph (well maybe not the violence!) and a fraction of the second. It’s the entirety
of the second paragraph that means there is such a poor retention of staff in
the profession. It’s not that teachers are lazy – far from it, they are a dedicated
bunch and they have to be – it’s that they have intuited that all this paperwork
means very little compared to the real part of the job. It is, for those of us
that care about the children, something we have to get through that drains us
so we have a little less of ourselves to give to those needy children.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So how has this ridiculous amount of paperwork in a job that
is most importantly about people come about? Here is my theory. My daughter is
doing a politics and philosophy degree, at home now because of Covid 19. She
let me watch one of her lectures on neoliberalism and an interesting point was
made that I have extrapolated from. Most of us think of neoliberalism as a system
that makes a society move away from a collective, production focused, welfare
state to a more individualistic, free-market, finance based economy. This is
true and this model has gained more and more impetus politically over recent decades. The free market is enhanced by deregulation – so we would be forgiven
for thinking this means less paperwork. However, for competition to thrive you
need to be able to make comparisons and to make comparisons, you need to be
able to monitor what’s going on. In business – this is usually easily done by
applying the straightforward question – who is making the most money?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But this odd situation arrives when you apply
the business model to something like education (which in itself is a rather odd thing to do). Somebody decided schools needed
to be compared – regardless of the intake of pupils, the staffing and any other
inequalities – so there came league tables. From league tables came the
pressure to perform - as a school, as individual teachers and then for individual pupils. Over the years schools transferred this into monitoring
every last drop of what teachers and pupils were doing and I would simply say
this is not really doing anyone any favours. I would also argue, it has
certainly gone too far.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-47962072966500327802019-03-14T13:19:00.008+00:002020-11-09T15:49:31.731+00:00Life is precious <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbf-YURBcGWg1pfwsLo_DVKF_oXjThXmobn7fu6wVYvJqBCNtH3YCdkcR1SWDk1mp-DbHE9lRnl01JEmmvuxB5tCk68uSosrqOKiK8aLE8mhCAgifoT7kzL6oIkSkzpSSVFJE1MhmyStQ/s0/life+is+precious.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1196" data-original-width="635" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbf-YURBcGWg1pfwsLo_DVKF_oXjThXmobn7fu6wVYvJqBCNtH3YCdkcR1SWDk1mp-DbHE9lRnl01JEmmvuxB5tCk68uSosrqOKiK8aLE8mhCAgifoT7kzL6oIkSkzpSSVFJE1MhmyStQ/s0/life+is+precious.png"/></a></div>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-33201832344426911752018-02-01T09:17:00.001+00:002020-10-20T13:49:51.422+01:00Spring cleaning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was not-quite--yet-spring cleaning my old computer files and came across this... I think I still agree with most of it!<br />
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<b>Bloody Molly Potter says.......</b><br />
<br /><b>...on certainty</b><br />
</span><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Always be questioning of your own certainty. Never to assume that you know everything. Understand that it is human nature to tend to see only the evidence that supports your point of view. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
<b>...on problem solving</b><br />
When you have an emotional problem – you are best placed to solve it as only you know all the details of the problem and whether a solution will be palatable for you or not. So finding someone to listen can simply help you work out your own solution.<br />
<br /><b>...on empathy</b><br />
Practise empathy. There is always something to be learnt from embracing another’s’ perspective.<br />
<br /><b>..on judgement of others</b><br />
Negative subjective judgement of any individual never really helps..<br />
<br /><b>..on criticising</b><br />
Make suggestions rather than criticising. Criticising can induce defensiveness, suggestions can open people up.<br />
<br /><b>...on what you are to others</b><br />
Consider what you trigger in others. Aim to trigger positive emotions – although this is not always possible. What do you 'give' to others?<br />
<br /><b>...on being right</b><br />
Curb any need to be right and work on remaining open to new ideas. Aim for deepening your understanding and seeing things from others’ perspectives over proving that you are right. Being adversarial is often just egos arguing.<br />
<br /><b>...on perspective</b><br />
Transcend pettiness. Perspective helps with this….we all die in the end!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
<b>...on forgiveness</b><br />
Forgiveness is the ability to let go of another’s hold on you.<br />
<br /><b>...on guiding yourself</b><br />
Perpetually ask ‘what really matters?’ and ‘What would love do?’<br />
<br /><b>...on encountering bigotry</b><br />
When someone presents a view that is abhorrent to you (e.g. racism) pouncing on that view will just cause more polarisation. Accept, listen and discuss calmly. Open up the discussion (rather than closing it down) simply by saying, ‘tell me more’.<br />
<br /><b>...on conflict</b><br />
Enter into conflict ultimately aiming for harmony. Conflict can be healthy as it can shift things quickly. When you are harmonious again, look at what has been learnt.<br />
<br /><b>...on shame</b><br />What triggers one person to a negative response won't trigger everyone. Everyone carries their deep feelings of shame (I am not worthy) in their own unique way - with their own damaging patterns of self-protection. When you become defensive, shame has been triggered – it is nearly always a clue to an underlying issue.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">OR<br />
</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Every time you react negatively to something that is not a universal response (e.g. disgust at something revolting is universal), can give you a clue to the patterns and buttons that were put into you during your early childhood - the things that trigger your low self-worth.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Remember that many of the negative aspects of ourselves we have pushed down into our subconscious and locked it in with shame. Therefore it is painful to receive feedback about ourselves that we deny. One of the best ways of becoming self-aware however, is to listen to that negative feedback.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Take some responsibility for being offended - when you are and try to find ways of letting that offense go as quickly as possible. Chances are the intention was not what you took away, it was your reaction.</span><br style="font-family: Calibri;" /><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /><b>....on negative emotions</b><br />
Do not panic when you experience negative emotions. Indulge them and see them as transient and part of the full spectrum of human experience. We are over-sold happiness and have grown to expect it which ironically causes misery!<br />
<br /><b>....on rumination</b><br />
If you self-torture with rumination – find ways of preventing this such as meditation and mindfulness or simply doing something you become absorbed in.<br />
<br /><b>...on letting go</b><br />
Letting go and moving on is important in the process of developing happiness.<br />
<br /><b>....on gratitude</b><br />
Practise gratitude. Practise finding pleasure in the tiniest of things. Gratitude wires the brain optimistically. </span></div>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-60212491518055252402017-11-10T08:35:00.000+00:002017-11-10T08:43:23.705+00:00A remarkable true story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3-SEzRtoahQpXWp8wNxj4dyzOOy-nmFz96SFoENLzGyMZQhsbasDyhWnRBzBdBm70J4aQwkG26Kg5pp0Ce1evLOKcyEtUZbBi2VX-77ipWcn5FCRr2ib9UIjgyh1fhEi9R78XUNzRJM/s1600/German_women_doing_their_washing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3-SEzRtoahQpXWp8wNxj4dyzOOy-nmFz96SFoENLzGyMZQhsbasDyhWnRBzBdBm70J4aQwkG26Kg5pp0Ce1evLOKcyEtUZbBi2VX-77ipWcn5FCRr2ib9UIjgyh1fhEi9R78XUNzRJM/s320/German_women_doing_their_washing.jpg" width="320" height="315" data-original-width="800" data-original-height="787" /></a></div>In my twenties, as a newly qualified teacher, I worked in a classroom that had a kitchen in it. It was as odd as it sounds: about a third of the classroom had been partitioned off by a half-wall so that cookery lessons could happen there. As you can imagine the noises and the smells were a bit distracting when I was trying to teach but in reality it was only for about a quarter of an hour a day (as most of the lesson happened in the lunch hour). The one advantage of this set-up was that the wonderful woman who led the sessions: Sheila used to sneak me little freshly-out of the-oven treats.<br />
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I was in that room for three years. Towards the end of that time Sheila, who was generally a private person, started to open up and chat more and more. I got to the point where I felt I could ask her why, when she was German, her name was Sheila. <br />
'Oh it's not really Sheila, it's Gisella. I felt a need to change it when I first arrived here in England.' And then she told me her remarkable story.<br />
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Gisella lived in Berlin during the war in an apartment with her grandmother, her mother and her sister (her father presumably having gone off to fight). At the end of the war, as you probably know, the Russians took Berlin. About 125, 000 were said to have perished in this operation. It is well-known that the Russians treated the Berliners appallingly in the immediate aftermath of this battle. Mass rape, pillage and murder occurred. Starvation also became an issue. Gisella's mother dressed her and and sister to look 'young' in the hope that this would protect them. Gisella admitted to her mother being raped but stifled any further declarations on this matter. It was extremely unsafe to leave the apartment but starvation made them reluctantly decide to send their grandmother out to look for food. They did. And they never saw or heard anything about her again.<br />
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A while later when the army of occupation had arrived. Gisella fell in love with a Brit called Eddie. I can see how whirlwind marriages/liaisons would increase in likeliness at such a tumultuous time. Gisella and Eddie were to be married and there was no question about it (Eddie was quite traditional) - Gisella was to move to England. She asked her mum what she should pack. Her mother replied,<br />
'Just take your ball growns. You can buy anything else you need when you get there.' (This was the only clue Sheila gave me about the wealth/status of her family.) So Gisella - armed with a suitcase with three ball-gowns inside arrived at the Larkman Estate in Norwich and settled into her bungalow across the road from the school she would eventually work in. The Larkman Estate, Norwich, is among the 10% most deprived neighbourhoods in England. I suspect it was a bit different back then but in post-war Britain, Gisella would have experienced considerable anti-German sentiment and a name change was probably a protective measure. She remained loyal to Eddie all her life and he to her.<br />
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I suspect there was a lot more to tell and I really wish I had asked more questions. I taught her granddaughter and knew her daughter socially but they have both moved away and I am not sure they knew much more than I did. The reality was, it was a very hard story for Sheila to tell but I am glad she shared what she did with me. <br />
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Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-81983762105900179912017-10-12T11:43:00.001+01:002017-10-12T11:43:23.430+01:00Three Stories from Norwich cathedral: one true, one legend (sort of) and one fiction<br />
<b>Story Number 1: True: The Riots of 1272</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqHiB7aOdcYKP3P-h5v5IfQ_Wh11HpP8fQc_H7lA_CHbYN-cYeCD0YvWwCo1e307-p1L08D9Lknge44vCPQIcIiQiOfAXCLKgQGCiyLoY4V7P6WxQxQDRRdbCuadKPV-zJflHTHwvyQc/s1600/riots+Norwich+1272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqHiB7aOdcYKP3P-h5v5IfQ_Wh11HpP8fQc_H7lA_CHbYN-cYeCD0YvWwCo1e307-p1L08D9Lknge44vCPQIcIiQiOfAXCLKgQGCiyLoY4V7P6WxQxQDRRdbCuadKPV-zJflHTHwvyQc/s400/riots+Norwich+1272.jpg" width="375" height="400" data-original-width="1125" data-original-height="1200" /></a></div><i>Some of the monks were put to death by the rioters.</i><br />
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Every year in this period of history, a fair was held in Tombland on Trinity Sunday at which the prior had a given right to impose tolls on any sales. On 12th June 1272 a squabble broke out (almost definitely over these resented tolls) and at least one citizen was killed. This lead to an inquest which resulted in the city's coroner issuing warrants for some of the prior's men, 'wherever they be found.' The significance of this was that it implied they could be arrested within the grounds of the priory. This was an affront to the prior's jurisdiction and his inflated response was to excommunicated the citizens, shut the gates to the Close and send for mercenaries from Yarmouth with the intention that they would help defend the walls of the Close. Over the next few weeks men from the priory increased tensions by carrying out a raid on a local tavern and a house and firing from crossbow towards the city. Further agitation was caused by the fact the bishop at the time decided to shut himself away in his palace and not get involved.<br />
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The result was a three day riot in which some monks were killed and buildings were looted and set alight. The cloisters were damaged along with some of the cathedral. Within the Close several building were damaged or destroyed including a church and the bell tower and St Ethelbert's gate.<br />
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A short while before his death (16th November 1272) one of the last things Henry III did was to watch over the thirteen day trial of the citizens deemed responsible for the damage. Thirty citizens were condemned to death - some hanged and others dragged behind horses through the streets of Norwich until they died. Further punishment included a 3000 marks fine to be paid by the city over six years towards repairs and the sending of people from the city to beg the Pope for forgiveness. The prior was also incarcerated - so did not get away with it! <br />
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S<b>tory Number 2: Legend: St William of Norwich</b><br />
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In the year 1144, a 12 year old apprentice from Norwich called William was lured from his home by the promise of better employment. A few days later a group of men (alleged to be Jews) were seen on Mousehold Heath with a body tied over a horse. Upon being discovered - they ran away and the boy's body was buried on the spot.<br />
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Nothing more would have happened if the parents of the boy had not started rumours that their son had been seen going into a house in the Jewish quarter of the city. At this time in history several stories of ritualistic killings (involving crucifixion) of Christian boys by Jews in mockery of the passion of Christ flared up in the spirit of the anti-antisemitism of the time (often caused by resentment of Jewish wealth and influence). This rumour gained momentum but initially the Bishop of Norwich at the time (Eborard) ignored these rumours.<br />
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That Easter a prior visited from Lewes and kindled interest in the boy. He begged for Eborard to allow him to take the body to Lewes where the 'martyr's' relics would attract pilgrims (and, of course, be of financial benefit to the priory as pilgrim's brought money). It was this prior's interest that eventually lead the monks and the bishop to be convinced of the boy's martyrdom and his body was exhumed and buried in the monk's cemetery. A chapel was also built at the site of William's initial burial - the foundations/earthworks of which can still be seen. <br />
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In 1150 a dream inspired Thomas of Monmouth - a Norwich Cathedral monk - to persuade the prior to exhume the boy's body again and place it in the monk's chapter house. This happened and pilgrim's started to flock to his grave. The volume of visitors started to disrupt the work in the priory so much that it was decided that the body needed to be moved again into the more suitable Jesus Chapel (known then as the Martyr's Chapel) and an altar dedicated to William was positioned next to the choir screen. At this point the sightings of miracles occurring near or around William's shrine had reached an average of one a week and the belief in his crucifixion and martyrdom was more fervent. Eventually the boy was canonised and his feast day (March 24th) was celebrated every year.<br />
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<b>Story Number 3: Fiction: The Story told by the bosses in the Bauchon Chapel</b><br />
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This story is told through the bosses on the ceiling in Bauchun Chapel but very much in random order. It was a popular medieval story linked (very loosely) to Chaucer's Canterbury Tale, 'The Man of Lawes. <br />
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An Emperor leaves his wife under the protection of his brother while he goes to war. Fearing the brother's inappropriate advances, the Empress imprisons him. When the Emperor returns, the brother wrongly accuses the Empress of making advances to him. The Emperor believes the brother and orders his wife to be killed. <br />
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A knight rescues her from death and takes her home to look after his young son. The knight's brother falls in love with the Empress but she rejects him. Through jealousy, he kills the child and puts a knife in her hand while she is asleep. As a punishment, the knight exiles her to a desert island where the Blessed Virgin teaches her how to cure leprosy using a plant. She is eventually rescued and sent back to the knight where she cures his brother who has developed leprosy because he confesses to his previous lies. She goes on to return to her husband and the same happens -she cures his brother upon his confession. However, at the end her old life is unappealing and she decides to enter a convent!<br />
Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-2149651762126347312017-03-25T19:31:00.000+00:002017-04-02T21:42:25.722+01:00Some slightly random snippets of Norwich history<br />
<b>Norwich's Thatches</b><br />
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In Tudor times a ban on thatched roofing was brought in because of the extra fire risk a thatch brings. The legacy of this is that there are very few thatched buildings in Norwich - despite there being so many old buildings. I originally read that there were only five thatched buildings, however, I found a sixth!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOz18LE4EeZGKO_z5nllznySwVWgwUqbS7yh_PVSGd6N9g1bj3tmOzHP515CV6OkHzEFaGRXSg9onKSxc8WnX4hP_XC0SdpiQLc1RcC2L9Uqt1p2TxOfmExKf7Q4Dxlh8oXfDaMsPLcbc/s1600/Norwich+bits+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOz18LE4EeZGKO_z5nllznySwVWgwUqbS7yh_PVSGd6N9g1bj3tmOzHP515CV6OkHzEFaGRXSg9onKSxc8WnX4hP_XC0SdpiQLc1RcC2L9Uqt1p2TxOfmExKf7Q4Dxlh8oXfDaMsPLcbc/s400/Norwich+bits+007.JPG" width="400" height="213" /></a></div>A) <b>Britons Arms</b> - the only building on Elm Hill to survive the fire of 1507 has had many uses: a house of surgeons, place of weaving and saddle making. It was also - more unusually - a Beguinages which was a female community that was dedicated to religious worship without taking formal vows. These were common in the Netherlands but this was the only one known of in England.<br />
B) <b>Pykerell's House</b> - House of Thomas Pykerell who died in 1545 and was mayor of Norwich three times. This house has a great hall.<br />
C) <b>Hampshire Hog Yard</b> - behind the Arts' Centre. It was a pub for many years.<br />
D) <b>Barking Dicky</b> - . It was once a pub called the Light Horseman but the pub sign was so badly painted that the horse looked like a cross between a dog and a donkey which the locals therefore decided to call 'Dicky'.<br />
E) <b>The Hermitage</b> - found on Bishopgate.<br />
F) <b>Another thatch</b> I found - possibly newly thatched - situated behind the Barking Dicky.<br />
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I found this old photo in a book of Westlegate. You can see 'Barking Dicky' at the top of the hill next to the church.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxURVtvHiLAozhuvMGbl0zn24gMB1iY7RsPxhzYbmCTtd8gkzL5fiLSeYgnjJ4aJUbV-O2UY0kjC0m-EkgrM5KBL3U2AhEHSHXUV8lqNtomLvxg4Mnt2cyMlWrepWZaPEDB0MUGEJ4Os/s1600/westtlegate+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxURVtvHiLAozhuvMGbl0zn24gMB1iY7RsPxhzYbmCTtd8gkzL5fiLSeYgnjJ4aJUbV-O2UY0kjC0m-EkgrM5KBL3U2AhEHSHXUV8lqNtomLvxg4Mnt2cyMlWrepWZaPEDB0MUGEJ4Os/s640/westtlegate+003.JPG" width="640" height="547" /></a></div><b>An old drain cover!</b><br />
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A drain cover in Tombland Alley is the only one in the city to bear the name of Thomas Crapper - the company to bring sewage engineering to cities in Victorian times and the origin of the word 'crap'.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtY4Wpto-7D6gRkXVPt5C93PkHY3e2pNwmdQy2xvvsWbr8Z8roJExWi4GD0cbU_FVJQf_GEOfk6OpQTYfXWoA9blI4LSOfQkGZZn4Py-OOGPkywgpplqrsFWtZk0Ywgh7zCfNe9IGJjlM/s1600/Norwich+bits+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtY4Wpto-7D6gRkXVPt5C93PkHY3e2pNwmdQy2xvvsWbr8Z8roJExWi4GD0cbU_FVJQf_GEOfk6OpQTYfXWoA9blI4LSOfQkGZZn4Py-OOGPkywgpplqrsFWtZk0Ywgh7zCfNe9IGJjlM/s400/Norwich+bits+010.JPG" width="400" height="300" /></a></div><b>Evidence of an old city gate</b><br />
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Bishop Bridge dates from about 1340 and is situated at the point where a Roman road probably entered the city by ford from the east and it is therefore a very old crossing point. It was at the time, the only bridge giving access to the city from outside and therefore had a fortified gatehouse at its western end. This picture shows a half circle protrusion at the west end that would have supported one of the gate's turrets.<br />
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Officially known as Garsett House, this building became known as Armada House in Victorian times because it was thought to have been constructed with the timbers from a galleon of the Spanish Armada of 1588. This could well be true as some of the galleons were known to have been wrecked off the east coast and 1589 is carved into the building at first floor level.<br />
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The building was truncated on its south side to make way for a new tram-line in Victorian times.<br />
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<b>Augustine Steward House</b><br />
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<b>Boom Towers</b><br />
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<b>St Lawrence church door carvings</b><br />
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In Bridewell Alley there are some fine examples of weavers' windows: windows that are horizontally long and at the top storey to allow as much light in as possible.<br />
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Before public health studies helped the population understand how diseases were caused, water pumps were often funded by church parishes and therefore situated close to or next to churchyards. These churchyards were full of decaying bodies and the water was disease inducing. This pump was not only next to St John Maddermarket's churchyard, it was downhill from it. Cholera and typhoid killed many before it was understood that these diseases were waterborne. Fortunatley the brewing process destroyed the micobes of these diseases and accounts for hwy so many pubs existed in medieval Norwich. Beer was considerably weaker hundreds of years ago so perhaps people didn't exist in a permanent state of inebriation - or did they? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUW88kjT2cvJgzQO-nv3vOejlP1V1qcuq3-cL2ioT2OZ3-djasvhLQiE0Kv-mAuehuNDCJJx2trH5IUqVsvGyrp-G5sozVOhA_3t018MzJ-XfYrquCEB7V7mFQ1BqGPCl91oF8VaywBs/s1600/Norwich+6+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUW88kjT2cvJgzQO-nv3vOejlP1V1qcuq3-cL2ioT2OZ3-djasvhLQiE0Kv-mAuehuNDCJJx2trH5IUqVsvGyrp-G5sozVOhA_3t018MzJ-XfYrquCEB7V7mFQ1BqGPCl91oF8VaywBs/s400/Norwich+6+008.JPG" width="400" height="300" /></a></div>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-19631452810235406892017-03-17T09:50:00.045+00:002024-03-15T16:49:15.613+00:0051 quirky features of Norwich Cathedral that you can go and find<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqBVJyDSM_RLKHGsQxiPLuwAmk_goXlfNOxkwNS318zW2ubYFTxOoJkaitxIllWvQAeeeBZmnfYH38n-DmF0UzlKsD6KgwRVgFFmiDzCoh9sl88Ho94EVx8vKbbosucmn-8-1QPWkq8Q/s1600/Cathedral+001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqBVJyDSM_RLKHGsQxiPLuwAmk_goXlfNOxkwNS318zW2ubYFTxOoJkaitxIllWvQAeeeBZmnfYH38n-DmF0UzlKsD6KgwRVgFFmiDzCoh9sl88Ho94EVx8vKbbosucmn-8-1QPWkq8Q/s640/Cathedral+001.JPG" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have always loved Norwich Cathedral as it is beautiful and atmospheric. But it turns out that it is also loaded with a hotchpotch of history as building started in 1096.</span></div>
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The more I learn about it, the more fascinated I become. So here are my recommendations for what to look out for should you ever visit the cathedral.<br />
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1) <b>The Elizabethan grave of Thomas Gooding</b><br />
Thomas was a mason of the cathedral. He paid a fair amount of money to be buried upright because he believed this would give him an advantage come judgement day. At the base of his memorial is a typical of its time, poignantly death-focused inscription:<br />
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'All you that do this pass bye<br />
Remember death for you must dye<br />
As you are now even so was I<br />
And as I am so shall you be<br />
Thomas Gooding here do staye<br />
Wayting for God's judgement day'<br />
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If you look at the skeleton, you will see there is poor knowledge of anatomy.</span><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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2) <b>The grave of the baby that died before she was born</b>.<br />
I have been told that this is because of the shift from the Julian Calendar to the Gregorian one but I have yet to stumble across something that explains this fully. (Actually I recently read it was to do with two calendars running concurrently - a 'normal' one and a legal one). Whatever the explanation, the dates certainly show a death date (February 20th 1736) before the birth date (April 13th 1736).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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3) <b>The musket ball still lodged in the side of a grave</b>.<br />
This is said to be from the Civil War (1642 - 1651) when in 1643 a mob of city folk broke into the cathedral and removed pictures, books and statues, took them to the market place and burnt them. However, this is in dispute as an elderly man claimed to remember it being just a hole and if it had been an authentic lead ball, it would be more squashed through impact. The original hole, however, could still have been made by a musket ball. The effigy on the tomb, along with the font in a nearby chapel, were both vandalised at this time. The grave is of Bishop Goldwell (bishop from 1472 until 1499) and he was responsible for some significant rebuilding of the cathedral including the current spire and the stone roof of the presbytery. He was also the first Englishman to own a printed book.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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The bashed up effigy...<br />
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....the smashed up font.....things did well to survive the Civil War.</span></div>
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In a rather old book in the cathedral library, I found this description of the unrest of the Civil War in the cathedral written by the bishop at the time: Bishop Joseph Hall. '....what clattering of glasses, what beating down of walls, what tearing down of monuments, what pulling down of seats and wrestling out of irons and brass from windows and graves; what defacing of arms, what demolishing of curious stonework, that had not had any representation in the world, but the cost of the founder and the skill of the mason.....the cathedral was filled with musketeers drinking and tabacconning, as freely as if it had turned alehouse.'<br />
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4) <b>The steps worn down</b><br />
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5) <b>The four corbels</b><br />
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These are found decorating one of the book cupboards in the cloisters. Their faces are full of character. There is a hooded man with extraordinarily large nostrils, a king, a mitred ecclesiastic and a bare-headed man.<br />
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6) <b>The bosses in the cloisters</b>.<br />
There are loads of bosses decorating these monks' corridors. They vary from pagan to completely bizarre. For example - from the green men....<br />
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....to strange goings on.... <br />
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...to the downright bizarre.<br />
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I like the bosses along the south (and to some extent the west) side of the cloisters best as they seem to particularly unworldly. I think it's because they are meant to be depicting scenes from Revelations which (without much knowledge of the Bible) I understand to be one of the more sensational books in the New Testament. This first one is supposed to be a horse riding out of hell. The last one is heaven fighting with hell. Smashing stuff.<br />
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Lions were as mythical as dragons and griffins to the medieval person.</span></div>
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There are even two naked men who look to be defecating -one over the door to the Chapter House.<br />
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7) <b>The graffiti.</b><br />
There is a lot of graffiti and a guide told me he was still discovering more. The historical approach to graffiti did not replicate our modern attitude to it as it was once far more usual and acceptable to carve your initials into a cathedral wall. <br />
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Here are some examples. There is the Elizabethan man - with ruff, buttons and doublet. (You need a torch to be able to see it). <br />
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...the North Sea cog (boat)...<br />
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...a music stave...<br />
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... many initials and dates...<br />
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....churches or houses?...<br />
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This is a late medieval curse that names the Keynfford family. <br />
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And some more modern graffiti (from 1968)<br />
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8) <b>The copper font</b> <br />This is a relatively modern addition. It was once used in the process of toffee making in the Norwich Rowntrees factory before it closed down in 1999. I remember when Norwich smelt of chocolate.<br />
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9) A mosaic of medieval stained glass</b><br />
- put together with 'important medieval glass' from the cathedral that survived the Reformation, patchwork style. It commemorates Sir Thomas Erpingham who fought at the Battle of Agincourt.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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Look out for the centaur playing bagpipes.... <br />
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.....and Moses with light coming out of his ears. In Exodus, Moses was said to be radiant after meeting with God. (Other translations made the beams of light, horns - symbols of power.)<br />
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10) <b>The clues to how decorated the once cathedral was....</b><br />
....before the Reformation, the iconoclasts of Edward VI's reign and the damage that happened during the Civil War. This picture shows remnants of a painting telling part of Herbert de Losinga's story - including his sin of simony. I read something recently that said Herbert was quite charismatic and could reduce his congregation to tears with his sermons. That aside, there are little snippets of colourful paintings and decoration on the arches and vaults throughout the cathedral. When you visit Catholic and Orthodox churches on the continent, you get a sense of how the cathedral must have once been.<br />
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The censing angel <br />
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11) <b>The new stained glass windows....</b><br />
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12) <b>The shrine to William</b><br />
A 12 year old Christian boy called William was found murdered on Mousehold Heath in 1144. There was much controversy at the time and the local Jews were ultimately blamed for the murder. It is an interesting story that appears to be mostly about antisemitism. This part of the cathedral is know as the 'Chapel of the Holy Innocents' - a space dedicated to the victims of cruelty, persecution and intolerance - which you could argue William was - though whose intolerance or cruelty it was is not certain. <br />
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William was buried in the cathedral but his tomb had to be moved a couple of times to accommodate the traffic of pilgrims attending the grave. (It was known to be at the site of his shrine and in Jesus' Chapel at different points.) At the peak of this 'traffic' (around 1150), there was a miracle reported to have happened every ten days! Such tombs were maintained as they attracted donations and therefore were great assets for the prior. William is probably still buried somewhere in the cathedral - but his tomb is no longer marked.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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13) <b>The pretty weird carvings</b><br />
There are many strange carvings dotted around the place. There are some great faces high up in the Presbytery near the alter - one of a really happy face and another, opposite, of a tragically sad face. (I have merged the two photos of them together here - they are actually on opposite pillars). Please forgive the poor quality of my photos - I ran over my camera with my car. <br />
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These animal-like heads that are eating other heads, are quite odd and possibly Saxon. They are found in the north transept. They are particularly significant because they go against the Norman principle of using carvings only to support and complement architecture (like corbels) - thus their inclusion could represent that fact that Christianity reigned strong long before the Normans arrived. However, I also read in another book that Herbert de Losinga deliberately incorporated them to make the opposite statement - along the lines of 'I take all that went before forward with me now I am in charge!' The latter seems more likely as the Normans did build the cathedral.<br />
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14) <b>The misericords.</b><br />
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These were merciful ledges upon which monks could surreptitiously perch for some relief during sustained periods of prayer in a standing position. They can also be lowered to create full seats. Below the ledges are lots of exampled of beautiful carvings. As one depicts a griffin being speared and another of Norwich football team - I am guessing they are quite varied in age. They survived the attacks of iconoclasts probably because their content has very little to do with the bible and a lot more to do with the contents of the medieval mind.<br />
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I read somewhere the speculation that the owl surrounded by smaller birds was making fun of a bishop who tended to over-share his wisdom. However, I have also read that the owl represents the synagogue and therefore this depicts the synagogue's resistance to Christian wisdom.<br />
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My all-time favourite misericord is in the north choir. It shows a lion being suckled by a mermaid. It represents temptation. The dolphins viciously gobbling up fish at the side link to the centrepiece in theme (this is not always the case). They show the fate of those who succumb to temptation.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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15) <b>The bosses in the nave.</b><br />
Although they are too far away to be photographed well with my camera, the bosses in the nave tell the story of the bible - starting with the old testament at the altar end, with the birth of Christ just over halfway as you travel backwards. There is a book with photos of the bosses on sale in the cathedral gift shop (see below). There are also several medieval 'interpretations' of the bible. Without knowing what an Egyptian chariot looked like, for example, the local carver represented one as medieval Norfolk farm cart. <br />
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Other things I have learned about the bosses and nave ceiling include:<br />
• There are unicorns on Noah’s ark.<br />
• The red sea is actually painted red. (This is clearly visible without binoculars)<br />
• The serpent’s tree in the Garden of Eden is in a pot. This is a clue to the fact the masons based their carvings on the Medieval Norwich Mystery Plays – which would have travelled around Norwich’s Street on a cart – thus the pot.<br />
• Noah plants a vineyard to celebrate dry land after the flood and then proceeds to get drunk.<br />
• Jacob has a lot of roof dedicated to him probably because 15th Century Norwich’s wealth came predominantly from the wool trade – so local people would have identified with rural depictions of sheep care.<br />
• The Tower of Babel looks remarkably like one of the medieval city gates of Norwich.<br />
• The current roof was built in 1463 to replace the wooden one destroyed by fire and the spire collapsing onto it.<br />
• Bishop Lyhart (his large black slab of a grave can be found under the alter) sold some of his estate to fund the roof. Medieval stonemasons were in high demand at the time – so there might have been considerable search for the right person to lead the project.<br />
• The bosses were painted over during the reformation (far too ornate for the puritans) and then uncovered in 1870.<br />
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Just three of my favourites from 'Norwich Cathedral Nave Bosses' by Paul Hurst ARPS</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <br />
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The Tower of Babel<br />
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The creation of light<br />
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The flooding of the Red Sea<br />
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The roof of the nave.<br />
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While we're in the nave - I like this snippet: the nave would have been overwhelming to the folk of the middle ages. In the eleventh and twelve centuries naves were the only large indoor places and were used for more than just worship e.g. gatherings on feast days, processions and meetings. They would not have had the seating in place as it is now for these occasions. The cathedral was built as two churches - the nave for the public and the other end for the monks.<br />
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16) <b>The censing angel hole</b><br />
The bosses are interrupted by a hole in the nave roof. As early as 1401 - an angel was hung from here. Apparently it would have been swung over the heads of the congregation. It was also used for releasing doves - according to one book although how that would have been done is anyone's guess.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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On a recent visit around Easter - such an angel was hanging from the hole.<br />
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17) <b>The casual approach to inscriptions</b><br />
The earliest examples of floor monuments show a very casual approach to letter carving - as replicated in hand-written works of the time. This example shows how there was little forethought to letter placement. See how the word 'departed' is split and the 'th' of the date put over the number.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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18) <b>The Bishop's Ceremonial Door</b><br />
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This was the door that took the bishops from the palace to the cathedral via the north transept. Originally the effigy of St Felix was positioned outside this door and the strange Saxon beasts mentioned before are found above the door inside. <br />
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19) <b>The effigy of St Felix</b><br />
It was originally believed that this was an effigy of Herbert de Losinga - the bishop who founded the cathedral. However, turns out - it is in fact St Felix who converted East Anglia to Christianity in the seventh century. It is thought that Felixstowe might have been named after him.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <br />
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I found this picture of St Felix in his original position: on the outside above the Bishop's ceremonial door when it was still believed to be the effigy of the founding bishop. It was moved to its current position in 1968 to protect it from the elements. <br />
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20) <b>The founder's tomb and commemorative slab</b><br />
This was made in 1996 to commemorate 900 years of the cathedral. Situated at one end of Herbert de Losinga's tomb it depicts:<br />
1) the devil running off with the money de Losinga paid to secure the post of bishop at Thetford (this 'sin' is called simony - he later asked for the Pope's forgiveness for this and that pope said, yes, sure fine - as long as you go back and build a cathedral to make amends) The amount he paid was £1000 - equivalent to about a million now.<br />
2) someone carrying the bishop's throne in front of him<br />
3) Norfolk Broads reeds<br />
4) a mason and<br />
5) (I think) a boat carrying the stone than came from Caen to build the cathedral.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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21) <b>The raredos that survived the Civil War and Reformation</b><br />
This is found in St Luke's chapel. It survived the Civil War and the Reformation (when under the Protestantism of Edward VI, images, altars and stained glass were ordered to be destroyed) because it was turned upside down and used as a plumber's table. It remained 'lost' for 200 years and rediscovered in 1847 when Professor Willis dropped his pen under the 'table' in a meeting. Being an art historian, he instantly knew he had discovered something significant. It includes the colour 'Norwich Red' (like a lot of old paintings from the city) - a vibrant pigment that made the city famous until the early 1800s.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <br />
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The raredos was given to the 'warrior bishop' Henry Despenser as an act of gratitude for his part in quashing the local version of the Peasants Revolt in 1381. This not only included capturing the leader John Litester, it also included sitting in judgement of him, condemning him to death for treason, hearing his confession, absolving him of his sins and accompanying him to the scaffold to administer a last blessing. This seems a bit 'good cop, bad cop' to me!<br />
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22) <b>The Reliquary Arch</b><br />
This arched over the north side ambulatory and was accessed by a staircase from the presbytery. Now you climb a modern replica of these stairs to the treasury. The arch was was built in 1424 to house the cathedral's relics for pilgrims to visit although the arch itself predated the chapel. The space itself is more interesting than the contents of the newly added treasury in my opinion. The arch on the north side of the treasury was the site of the door of the Relic Chapel. Here the relics would have been stored and/or displayed.<br />
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I am sad that the Cathedral's Seal box is not on display in the treasury - which is a two compartment box that was the home of two seals that needed four separate keys to open each side - to prevent anyone acting without consensual agreement.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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23) <b>The 'Jacks'</b><br />
Two 'Jacks' in Jacobean clothes stand over the door of the south transept. They once used to sound each hour until complaints forced them to be disconnected because they were disturbing the devoted congregation. (There is another clock that can be seen in this position outside the cathedral. It is reputed that the Jacks were also once stolen and retrieved from a stall on Norwich Market.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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24) <b>The story carved in the bosses of the Bauchun Chapel</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><br /></b>
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This story is told through the bosses on the ceiling in Bauchun Chapel but seemingly in random order. It was a popular medieval story linked to Chaucer's Canterbury Tale: 'The Man of Lawes'. It tells the story of an emperor who leaves his wife under the protection of his brother while he goes to war. Fearing the brother's inappropriate advances, the empress imprisons him. When the emperor returns, the brother unjustly accuses the empress of having made advances towards him. The emperor believes the brother and not his wife and orders her to be killed. Fortunately, a knight rescues her from death and takes her home to look after his young son. The knight's brother falls in love with the empress but she rejects him. Through jealousy the brother kills the child and frames the empress by putting a knife in her hand while she is asleep. As a punishment, the knight banishes her to a desert island. While on this island, the Blessed Virgin teaches the empress how to cure leprosy using a plant. She is eventually rescued and sent back to the knight where she cures his brother who has developed leprosy. She shows this mercy because he confesses to his prior wrongdoings. She returns to her husband and the same happens -she cures his brother upon his confession. However, at the end, her old life is unappealing and she decides to enter a convent!<br />
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The Bauchun Chapel was once used as the cathedral court but the notorious case of the Vicar of Stiffkey (and his link to prostitutes) in the 1930s drew so many people it had to be moved to London. The Vicar's ceremonial de-robing still happened in this chapel though.<br />
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25) <b>The scandal of the pregnant nun</b>....<br />....or so I was told! When I originally posted this I received feedback that the pregnancy was nonsense and that she wasn't a nun. However, what I find fascinating is that such a rumour existed, that I heard it from a choral scholar at the cathedral and looked at and believed the subtle 'pregnancy bump'. This rumour might have come about by the fact that this young woman had affection for the Bishop Bertram Pollock (1863–1943) (as demonstrated in several poems she wrote about him) that caused him some embarrassment. Things get twisted. Her name was Violet Vaughan Morgan and she died of Spanish flu in 1919 aged just 20. Her parents commissioned the statue two years after her death.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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26) <b>The stained glass window in the Bauchon Chapel</b><br />
This was fitted in 1964 and shows significant players in history from East Anglia of the religious sort. You can spot Herbert de Losinga with his completed cathedral behind him, William Bauchun - a monk who helped with the building and he holds his chapel in his hands and St Julian of Norwich with her crucifix and her book; Revelations in Divine Love.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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The founder of the cathedral<br />
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27) <b>The depiction of Henry II that survived the Reformation</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><br /></b>
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In the reformation Henry VIII ordered that all images of St Thomas Beckett be destroyed as this saint was very much a representation of the church opposing the monarchy. Luckily this 'royalty humbling' boss survived showing Henry II in just under-garments carrying St Thomas' coffin. His servants are holding his clothes.<br />
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28) <b>A break in building because of the plague</b><br />
The present cloisters took a long time to complete (from 1297 until 1430). In the north walk of the cloisters there is an abrupt change in decoration that occurs because of the plague of 1349. The time gap this change represents is actually about 60 years. The plague - not being in any way discriminatory - significantly reduced the population of craftsmen including masons. When the work was eventually continued, the perpendicular style was adopted because it required less skill and labourers could be shown how to complete such decoration.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <br />
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The two arches on the left of the north walk are in the earlier, 'Decorated' style. Those on the right are the 'Perpendicular' style. Furthermore the window in the north-west corner is the only one made out of wood. This was meant to be temporary measure with a plan to replace it with stone. This never happened.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <br />
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29) <b>The monks played Nine Men Morris</b><br />
Carved into the seating in the cloisters are what is left of a few games of Nine Men Morris. This is even more entertaining to imagine because it would have been played in silence because of the monks' vow. Further along the same walk are the three doors to the no-longer-there Chapter House where monks would have held meetings and therefore certainly did speak. However, there is a slight possibility that the holes for Nine Men Morris post-date the monastic years - even so, they are still interesting.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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30) <b>The Carnary Chapel</b><br />
After death, the poor people of medieval Norwich would have been simply wrapped in a woollen shroud and buried in a shallow grave. This often meant a skeleton would reappear above the soil a few years later. As bones were believed to hold the soul and therefore considered sacred, Bishop Salmon founded the Carnary Chapel in 1316 so that such bones from the overcrowded churchyards of Norwich could be placed in the undercroft. Mass was held in the chapel above the bones. It's now part of the Norwich School.<br />
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And I made it into the crypt once -just imagine it full of bones.<br />
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31) <b>For the monks' ablutions</b><br />
In two bays of the cloisters can be found the troughs for the waste water that would have been used by monks in ritual washing. There would have been pipes and taps and relatively sophisticated plumbing - for its day. Post cleansing, the monks would then walk in to the refectory under a boss depicting Eve tempting Adam with the apple - presumably a warning against gluttony.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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32) <b>The monument to Osbert Parsley</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><br /></b>
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Osbert Parsley was a singer in the cathedral for fifty years (1535 - 1585) which spanned the reigns of four monarchs who, at the time of the Reformation, declared that services be held in different ways. He started in the latter part of Henry VIII's reign when services were held in Latin, he would have sung in English during Edward VI's reign, back to Latin for Mary I and a return to English for Elizabeth I. He actually sang when Elizabeth worshipped in the cathedral during her visit to Norwich in 1578.<br />
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33) <b>The pelican that does not resemble a pelican</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><br /></b>
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Much of the decoration in the cathedral is prone to medieval (mis)interpretation. The pelican that pecked the blood from its own chest to feed its young is a symbol of Christ, however, the person who made this clearly did not know what a pelican looked like. It dates from around 1380 - 1410 and survived the the ransacking of a Puritan mob in May 1643 by being buried outside. Unfortunately when it was recovered some years later, the chicks were missing.<br />
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34) <b>A wonderful epitaph</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><br /></b>
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35) <b>A slightly more egocentric bishop</b><br />
After Bishop Lyhart's admirable work in 1463 of replacing the wooden roof (damaged by a lightning strike) with a stone roof, his successor: Bishop Goldwell (1472-1499) completed the repair work. He rebuilt the spire (it is the one we seen now) and he also vaulted the presbytery in stone. However, unlike Bishop Lyhart's nave bosses that mostly tell the story of the bible, Goldwell made 97 of the 135 carvings in the presbytery his rebus: a golden well.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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He also (almost definitely) has a misericord dedicated to him in the south choir (second row far left when facing the seats). His mitre is squashed by the pressure from above which is supposedly humorous. It is generally believed that this shows a true likeness.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <br />
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36) <b>The alter slab for relics</b><br />
Called a 'mensa' this slab of Barnack Stone (the stone from Northamptonshire that was used in the cathedral but was cheaper than the lighter stone from Caen) has a small hollow in it for the containment of relics. it was originally found in the floor but now sits in the altar of the Jesus Chapel.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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37) <b>A boost in holiness</b><br />
Another place for relics is a little square hole in which they were placed to give the bishop, sitting on the throne above, extra religious power!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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38) <b>A kiwi</b><br />
A kiwi in the sail represents the fact the Earl of Orford (who this window is a memorial for) died on his way to New Zealand. I was originally looking for a fruit when I read this!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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39) <b>The old chapel ruins</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><br /></b>
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Outside the cathedral to the east, you can see the remains of part of the Lady Chapel - which was larger than the more modern one that now sits in its place. It is clear reminder that the cathedral has changed over the centuries.<br />
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40) <b>Another reminder of death</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><br /></b>
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Extremely faint but still visible is the thrice repeated word ,'morieris' (thou wilt die) and three skulls above the tiny chantry of Prior Bozoun who died in 1480. Thanks prior. On (very) close inspection the skulls show varying degrees of decay. <br />
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41) <b>Dean anxiety</b><br />This is the memorial to Dean Fairfax (d. 1702). His successor, Humphrey Prideaux covered up this tomb until a couple of references that he saw akin to 'bragging of rebellion': Nasebiani (Naseby) and Pii (pious) (relating to the Civil War) were removed. He justified his actions based on the idea that it could incite civil unrest in people who saw it. The references have been clumsily scraped off. One stated how Fairfax's parliamentarian uncle had a role in the victory over the King at Naseby.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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42) <b>Possibly the tomb of....</b><br />
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....Dame Anne Boleyn, Elizabeth I's great, great grandmother who died in 1484.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <br />
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43) <b>The spiral pillars</b><br />
These are decidedly Norman in style and look slightly out of place. The two that can be seen are matched by a further pair that are now embedded in the pillars of the pulpitum screen. You can see a small part of one of these pillar at the north end of the pulpitum. These four pillar once created the 'canopy' under which stood an alter. The last pillar to be built was the one in the south west corner and there has been speculation that the top part was left blank indicating the time when Herbert de Losinga died. He really wanted to see the cathedral completed within his lifetime - but failed. He died in 1119 and the cathedral was completed in 1145.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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This 19th century window's most interesting feature for me is that it received much criticism for being too bright and colourful at the time of its creation. Because of this, a dark varnish was applied to the outside in 1883 to quell the brightness, and the criticism. Some of the varnish was accidentally removed in 1993 - so the Dean directed that all the varnish be removed. It's now as vibrant as it was originally.<br />
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45) <b>The 'Dark Entry'</b></span></div><div> <span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b><br /></b>
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This doorway in the south-east corner of the cloisters was probably called the dark entry in the 1700s because coffins were placed in the passageway beyond - awaiting burial in the garth (the grassy square inside the cloisters). Diagonally across, the pillars and tracery of the first bay (garth side) were removed, so coffins could be carried through to their burial place. I have since been told it was actually where monks were placed once death was imminent.<br />
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46) <b>Royal figures</b><br />
In the south-west corner of the cloisters, above the monks' washing troughs, four carvings of two kings and queens can be found. It was only on closer inspection that I realised they were from the twentieth century (and not medieval) and are in fact George V and Queen Mary in one bay and George VI and Queen Elizabeth (the mum) in another. They actually show a good likeness. I learnt that these were positioned here in 1938 in honour of the royal support given for the restoration of the cloisters.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <br />
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47) <b>Coats of arms in the cloisters</b><br />
These are a relatively modern addition painted in 1938 and commemorate the family which donated to have that particular bay restored. All except this one.....</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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...which shows the coat of arms of Elizabeth I. This was positioned here to commemorate a banquet that was reputed to have taken place in the cloisters during Queen Elizabeth's visit to Norwich in 1578. This has now been proven not to be true and the plaque that once marked this banquet in a bay further east has been removed. <br />
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48) <b>Bishop John Overall</b><br />
There are very few reliefs depicting faces in memorials in Norwich Cathedral but Bishop Overall is one person to have such a legacy. He was only Bishop of Norwich for a year (1618-19) but previously, as an academic, had been very involved in the translation from Latin to English that produced the King James Bible. His wife Anne, said to be a beauty, became bored having been left at home for so long while John pursued his career. She went to York, where she had an affair with a courtier (Sir John Selby). Lewd ballads (see below) circulated gossip around London. When Overall found out, he went to fetch his wife immediately and after her return, no more is mentioned about her and she disappears from records. Overall either kept her on a very tight reign or something even more sinister might have happened. <br />
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The Dean of St Paul's did search for his wife<br />
And where d'ye think he found her?<br />
Even upon Sir John Selby's bed,<br />
As flat as any flounder.<br />
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Those I have noticed as I perused them included in the south transept the grave of Katharine Smith because unlike most graves, it tells you a little, unhappy story. It declares that Katharine, 'after a long and painful illness departed with fortitude and patience aged only 20. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTrgpFPRoXHk96SvQbnOEtKwgH8pExs4r4yx8CZPifEid1e2-zoLv3NMfo8eOJuNhnWaA2c5PIq2345VBvG9j1UNC5rnT6hTp7j-fCtjluGIhXhS17RLYw46nidaDv5BfzagYW4a3dZ0IxO0GKy8UNwxPU0xDgGXvpkg2E09DkyF7EAUJg1V2MQvXZ=s3257" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3257" data-original-width="3065" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTrgpFPRoXHk96SvQbnOEtKwgH8pExs4r4yx8CZPifEid1e2-zoLv3NMfo8eOJuNhnWaA2c5PIq2345VBvG9j1UNC5rnT6hTp7j-fCtjluGIhXhS17RLYw46nidaDv5BfzagYW4a3dZ0IxO0GKy8UNwxPU0xDgGXvpkg2E09DkyF7EAUJg1V2MQvXZ=s320" width="301" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Also the quite frank grave (near the entrance to St Luke's chapel) of Ain Brett who died in 1681 aged 85. Amazing to think Elizabeth I was on the throne when he was born. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpBa_JSICSvQETVXPL4J6lJNi5BS0YYwiDV8IM7O7bw_XWwSUd4Cjr6LOLCThv3wRWYaycfFIk7D-uJFL8I7ou8OIGJVdQu1keSGvgcLEzQM5TZgakEcZa12Y_W07jGKrLdVVz5cumr-en6Yj3DyB-Fg56xv1UjhqSSoiSEYQwInXu7cCFvgHP_MBs=s3498" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2685" data-original-width="3498" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpBa_JSICSvQETVXPL4J6lJNi5BS0YYwiDV8IM7O7bw_XWwSUd4Cjr6LOLCThv3wRWYaycfFIk7D-uJFL8I7ou8OIGJVdQu1keSGvgcLEzQM5TZgakEcZa12Y_W07jGKrLdVVz5cumr-en6Yj3DyB-Fg56xv1UjhqSSoiSEYQwInXu7cCFvgHP_MBs=s320" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the north transept, the small grave of a toddler can be found.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8-l_OrPkPbv4TTO-3_lAaFajyJmWvAps2od7yxMgfsUTnXaEomB5P_9UoJEEJTb3LVEjsCgnGQy-1KZKDx0GihNLAgqvzKIkwce2uKO7UPUiPi8yYJ5Rxp4x9cZ8kqKNESUb5_OyyWSGQgY3lLJ1Fo0kXLQnhtIzuxitEMkENOozmuoK4I20yZUqV=s3081" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3081" data-original-width="2250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8-l_OrPkPbv4TTO-3_lAaFajyJmWvAps2od7yxMgfsUTnXaEomB5P_9UoJEEJTb3LVEjsCgnGQy-1KZKDx0GihNLAgqvzKIkwce2uKO7UPUiPi8yYJ5Rxp4x9cZ8kqKNESUb5_OyyWSGQgY3lLJ1Fo0kXLQnhtIzuxitEMkENOozmuoK4I20yZUqV=s320" width="234" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And nearby the grave of Thomas Ivory and his wife Hannah Lacey. Thomas Ivory was a architect and builder of Norwich's Octagon Chapel and Assembly House.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhz-byfv-qTVoFtFH0LVbdOVFY3owmOI_imS9ZJl9K1p3k57BN-6t-A6qAFhSsL-_zGM9yQauOwQqK8Twfmr1QVaWCCIN3LiUkTdjievDfS44QXCLCjdM-H1-6a-hR8ph6jm2wgd2VcAEBFts0JpeMmIAFdGK-lZ9Lku0FsloPUnqUKcUNbXv4QDwTg=s3075" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2278" data-original-width="3075" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhz-byfv-qTVoFtFH0LVbdOVFY3owmOI_imS9ZJl9K1p3k57BN-6t-A6qAFhSsL-_zGM9yQauOwQqK8Twfmr1QVaWCCIN3LiUkTdjievDfS44QXCLCjdM-H1-6a-hR8ph6jm2wgd2VcAEBFts0JpeMmIAFdGK-lZ9Lku0FsloPUnqUKcUNbXv4QDwTg=s320" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNwLyCtzn7eDv1zi9eKvwPQcgGSLqaAb8oBEy39iD8BI2JFwJXHxBUNpgBfJjccuYFrDtkptNcHWpwboU9RnVXm03sijljiUTJ1LwsyrupI-YKKetGbSdSu0K0J2fmFViuFtYHdqhHe-SlZfxdTtncEnnKZBgVBzzas9c7D_MqdxdyBtGt52K20-PN=s2821" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2420" data-original-width="2821" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNwLyCtzn7eDv1zi9eKvwPQcgGSLqaAb8oBEy39iD8BI2JFwJXHxBUNpgBfJjccuYFrDtkptNcHWpwboU9RnVXm03sijljiUTJ1LwsyrupI-YKKetGbSdSu0K0J2fmFViuFtYHdqhHe-SlZfxdTtncEnnKZBgVBzzas9c7D_MqdxdyBtGt52K20-PN=s320" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><b><span style="font-family: Calibri;">50) The chantry Chapel of Bishop Nykke</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_KItuyvsY-UX5HHb8kT5wTL4OJ0ArPdxD2LQuO_5afbAHhaikKGLGEgd4MjeB7PAigH8siTzxBA7zHNsMSattP0Xenwj1ju7mzqOYIkwqgNm03JkpGpVkrWHLoum57amjUuhij4SGYUcGzPefN2knsvWYE0K8g97QxQrbMm5xUPv__PC_meOjnfXYZQ/s1080/Chantry%20chepl%20Bishop%20Nykke.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_KItuyvsY-UX5HHb8kT5wTL4OJ0ArPdxD2LQuO_5afbAHhaikKGLGEgd4MjeB7PAigH8siTzxBA7zHNsMSattP0Xenwj1ju7mzqOYIkwqgNm03JkpGpVkrWHLoum57amjUuhij4SGYUcGzPefN2knsvWYE0K8g97QxQrbMm5xUPv__PC_meOjnfXYZQ/s320/Chantry%20chepl%20Bishop%20Nykke.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Bishop Nykke (or Nix) (b. 1447 - d. 1535 - bishop from 1501) was a very conservative bishop and strongly opposed the Reformation and in his time five heretics were burnt including the reformer Thomas Bilney. <span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">After witnessing Bilney's death, Bishop Nix is reported to have said, "I fear I have burned Abel and let Cain go"</span>. His loyalty to the pope over the king earnt him some time in prison but he was returned to Norwich and died at the age of 88, blind. He is buried in the cathedral. He created his chantry chapel (where masses could be said for him in perpetuity) in the 7th and 8th bays of the south aisle of the nave. As you encounter it, you can see how these two bays are considerable different from the others: far more ornate with carvings and with more pointed arches (Tudor Gothic style). This chapel was once sectioned off.</span></h2><div><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><b>51) The weepers on Bishop Wakering's Tomb</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFFDezIV-L71xZLgIOU1IKDPfhitc5yVnB9v7Mv03PC6i8Q1-jUydMR3fgGOfefSLvC3iG02vO2jzT2VR1tfWKZXtxVsFEI_7stxho-tf4lZz24bEpTDLEjgOljUeA-KZc6j7cpWW8NRfWF1jNIedagmTgqiCRcnXwR0Z8dsI3jNVNDXgY9YIp7pVYlg/s2340/weepers.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1168" data-original-width="2340" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFFDezIV-L71xZLgIOU1IKDPfhitc5yVnB9v7Mv03PC6i8Q1-jUydMR3fgGOfefSLvC3iG02vO2jzT2VR1tfWKZXtxVsFEI_7stxho-tf4lZz24bEpTDLEjgOljUeA-KZc6j7cpWW8NRfWF1jNIedagmTgqiCRcnXwR0Z8dsI3jNVNDXgY9YIp7pVYlg/w650-h325/weepers.png" width="650" /></a></div></span></div></div></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Bishop Wakering's (bishop from 1415 - 1425) is the oldest (partially) surviving tomb in the cathedral. Along the side of the tomb are weepers. Weepers are anonymous carvings that represent the mourners of the deceased. This tradition stopped after the 1400s. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">What I love is each of the seven weepers hold a symbol of Christ's Passion (the short period before the death of Jesus) but one, which should be holding a sponge, has been erroneously or cheekily carved into a skull.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUFJE5OzBJ1ZpHBVh_3sPdSSaf0_8hzFVgyQw78efHSl3NO4SIiJmHZyhX6epyycDEz26W2TCO_qLzCpY747JQbBZOAdaHB6RFMKRL0KYihopXumC_KN5JzDMI4qMRSkpbT39mHnwYO7eFAKVkkhk_q3YDOS2eQ6jA_zIvzAe4D0fPzij7Ck5fbGUNuiI/s1440/3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUFJE5OzBJ1ZpHBVh_3sPdSSaf0_8hzFVgyQw78efHSl3NO4SIiJmHZyhX6epyycDEz26W2TCO_qLzCpY747JQbBZOAdaHB6RFMKRL0KYihopXumC_KN5JzDMI4qMRSkpbT39mHnwYO7eFAKVkkhk_q3YDOS2eQ6jA_zIvzAe4D0fPzij7Ck5fbGUNuiI/w335-h447/3.jpeg" width="335" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /><b><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></p></div>
</div>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-82864935481360435152013-11-29T21:29:00.001+00:002013-11-29T21:32:38.122+00:00I love a bit of tomfooleryJust one of many bits of tomfoolery I sent off into a festival. However, I did not ask this man to take his clothes off. He did that by his own initiative. Outrageous! What are people doing taking initiative?<br />
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My tendency to always see the big picture, tune into the gist and not do details (a blessing and a disability) make me on a perpetual quest to look for patterns and see clarity in chaos and try to make sense of things. But of course - it is all a lot of chaos - much of it adversarial.<br />
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I sum things up to try and help me make sense of the chaos and some of my conclusions help me. And I don't mind that my summations are perpetually altered. I let information in when it seems relevant and the odd detail can shift my stance overnight.<br />
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But I have got to this point in my life arriving at these non-conclusions:<br />
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Certainty is strange to me. We can only be certain within our own level of consciousness. And to recognise each of our consciousnesses are limited seems to be beyond many. People seem to hold on to their certainly. They seem to like it. Flexibility seems more sensible than certainty to me. There's always a fact or new experience that can upturn our current thinking - if we remain open and let it in. We could instead accept our certainty is only of our own making. <br />
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I don't think we can know what this life is about. There are so many theories. The fact we/consciousness/god?/whatever exists is the ultimate unsolved mystery (well - certainly beyond the tools we have access to, to fathom it) - so surely any theory is as possible or impossible as the next. Could this all be one consciousness? Could there be a meaning? A creator (but what created it?)? An ultimate aim? Really - who could possibly be so arrogant as the claim they knew?<br />
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Why is humankind not aiming for high ideals? What has whatever/however/whoever/whatever saw fit to make us happen created such a complex existence? Are we just a game? What is the point of this existence? If there is no point what is the point of there being no point and how did this no-point come to exist? And why are we settling on being so involved in petty living alongside such glaringly unanswered questions?<br />
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Really. I should keep a lid on my existentialist angst. Easier said than done. <br />
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Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-10354083806101738032013-06-11T21:31:00.090+01:002022-07-20T17:59:36.499+01:00Visit Norwich - the alternative guide for wanderersI have lived in the same city all my adult life and that city is Norwich, Norfolk, UK. I came here originally to study at the University of East Anglia and stayed. I know several people that did the same as me and a few more that left and then came back. Those of us that love it, really do love it. 'Not too big, not too small and enough to keep you entertained,' is a common mantra. It's also beautiful to look at.<br />
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Something I always do when I see someone in Norwich holding a map, is to stop and ask them if they need any help. Usually I find myself in a conversation that results in me listing many of Norwich's 'worth seeings'. I know there are websites that list attractions, but they are often the things you have to pay to go and see. Some of these attractions are great but Norwich is also a wonderful city to just wander around too. So here is my alternative list of 'experiences' for visitors to Norwich.<br />
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<b>Riverside Walk</b> A stroll along the river takes you to some great historic sights. We usually walk from Fye Bridge (the ducking stool bridge) to Pulls Ferry (the point from which Caen stone left the river and was transported up to build the cathedral) but you can go further both ways. Between Duke Street and Oak Street there is a wall covered in white writing - s'art. This is a picture of Cow Tower - one of the medieval city's defences found on a 'corner' of the river.<div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOZA342CdkU6m40HOjTuB_JSWCWo3BiFPMb8bBq38M4Hq7VzDflhdg4FKTCX4eI-H7Pk8xPhpuV0HsJ2GK9ITKTVrPz7X7fOdE2sDqYB6Ku6BGzULOn1nkIHZdJ5qdwCWGOzJe7U580A/s1600/Cow+Tower,+Riverside+Walk,+Norwich.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOZA342CdkU6m40HOjTuB_JSWCWo3BiFPMb8bBq38M4Hq7VzDflhdg4FKTCX4eI-H7Pk8xPhpuV0HsJ2GK9ITKTVrPz7X7fOdE2sDqYB6Ku6BGzULOn1nkIHZdJ5qdwCWGOzJe7U580A/s320/Cow+Tower,+Riverside+Walk,+Norwich.jpg" /></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1chB1Ho1znERw11QBfGgV6smCucZEqQldJdJJLQS_ShTqDW8PvSvHJak7oGe925-YhYn5NFAfhIJ2WaQsc8QtvW41ydCV5C8RIOcZY9PbqLS9oFRBPL_Iqqo2yxG2VIsqLy0ldkR1n_4/s2048/IMG_20210111_124850.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1chB1Ho1znERw11QBfGgV6smCucZEqQldJdJJLQS_ShTqDW8PvSvHJak7oGe925-YhYn5NFAfhIJ2WaQsc8QtvW41ydCV5C8RIOcZY9PbqLS9oFRBPL_Iqqo2yxG2VIsqLy0ldkR1n_4/s320/IMG_20210111_124850.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Fye Bridge and Quayside</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGb48oIbSya60AQoeHLDcEiL5UmqoXyX3xrLrOv7NdHf5sQ7NsRYXZvSMsnVdR-K5Jq88GEUgSCQfXrax8KOLNVOyIJjrxcD4lRQyAjfW3_4GAtknJVSzid4blzs3ijVpWNN24mUxKaA/s1560/fye+bridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1170" data-original-width="1560" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGb48oIbSya60AQoeHLDcEiL5UmqoXyX3xrLrOv7NdHf5sQ7NsRYXZvSMsnVdR-K5Jq88GEUgSCQfXrax8KOLNVOyIJjrxcD4lRQyAjfW3_4GAtknJVSzid4blzs3ijVpWNN24mUxKaA/s320/fye+bridge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br />
<b>The Plantation Gardens</b>. This really is like a secret garden. It costs next to nothing to get into (£2). You leave a non-distinct part of the Earlham Road and the track opens up into a small network of paths in a garden cut into a large hollow/chalk quarry just next to the Roman Catholic Cathedral. It's striking. Built by Henry Trevor whose grave can be found in Earlham Cemetery. The garden hosts musical events in summer and does tea and cake on Sunday afternoons.</div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQQi0nDqXd9PAfVWwMDqv6y357B-a5x6-MXMDsAcHT1IwU03hK20LbO3XVTAdEXfWF7P8DsWpxnIbO-2CBd5s9Wo1O4UGZYMv3UK1JoZixJDylRpKZ0vba1BMHrUlVFQIIj1Px5ON0yI/s2048/IMG_20210330_112229.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQQi0nDqXd9PAfVWwMDqv6y357B-a5x6-MXMDsAcHT1IwU03hK20LbO3XVTAdEXfWF7P8DsWpxnIbO-2CBd5s9Wo1O4UGZYMv3UK1JoZixJDylRpKZ0vba1BMHrUlVFQIIj1Px5ON0yI/s320/IMG_20210330_112229.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYU2N-tM5PWeJ-80GUc63QTa59w_OKdNnAyVlNDB3_8uaT7Mc2J4SsB8id78jd5jNUZQqX04en8rR_QQvHVgf0xVE7YSyK8xUcvhsXAEMpiwZknn8m-6B6s8btfVx1nY_d4cIVlBDrCg/s2048/IMG_20210330_112146.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYU2N-tM5PWeJ-80GUc63QTa59w_OKdNnAyVlNDB3_8uaT7Mc2J4SsB8id78jd5jNUZQqX04en8rR_QQvHVgf0xVE7YSyK8xUcvhsXAEMpiwZknn8m-6B6s8btfVx1nY_d4cIVlBDrCg/s320/IMG_20210330_112146.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The shop <b>'Head in the Clouds</b>' has existed in Pottergate for decades. It's a shop full of hippie stuff. It's quite an experience. I fell in love with it when I first came to Norwich. But I am a hippie.</div><div><br /></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg70ndEwhpr-OUGRqOBvdmEsn_aprYXpw-v1UH2xGILKV2Kll0UPGy35I_K_Ve8cVtyIIWVOBK55zjWcxj3WGvDg5bVN1srV1_Yxq1JLhz_rOulsknjDAyQzJX4LuulaBFU-zwwJJ4NZQ/s1600/Head+in+the+Clouds,+Norwich.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg70ndEwhpr-OUGRqOBvdmEsn_aprYXpw-v1UH2xGILKV2Kll0UPGy35I_K_Ve8cVtyIIWVOBK55zjWcxj3WGvDg5bVN1srV1_Yxq1JLhz_rOulsknjDAyQzJX4LuulaBFU-zwwJJ4NZQ/s320/Head+in+the+Clouds,+Norwich.jpg" /></a><br />
<b><br /></b></div><div><b>The Waffle House</b> is pretty unique. Those with huge appetites tend not to like it but the waffles and all their savoury and sweet toppings, delicious salads (with a choice of dressings - if you like blue cheese - go for that) and thick shakes have kept me happy for many years. It's reasonably priced too and family friendly.<br />
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<b>Elm Hill</b> A beautifully preserved Tudor street. If you stand at the top and look down it - it's adorable. Aside from the Britons Arms (now a café - with a roof terrace) which predates the fire of 1507 - many of the other buildings were built just after the fire.</div><div><br /></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfFoiaOlnPMDcqrKBFmXgntz9vxxbGdF7jKul8zInZvw-1KlQKSsNDqjIGv8enHuuuDD-i9Oa6du97zJU-_A2UPWHNQeg3QLFtQywcYbOyw2Lh2jZfejOTXkgvmPd3RA88q6kX8ErebcY/s1600/Elm+Hill,+Norwich.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfFoiaOlnPMDcqrKBFmXgntz9vxxbGdF7jKul8zInZvw-1KlQKSsNDqjIGv8enHuuuDD-i9Oa6du97zJU-_A2UPWHNQeg3QLFtQywcYbOyw2Lh2jZfejOTXkgvmPd3RA88q6kX8ErebcY/s320/Elm+Hill,+Norwich.jpg" /></a> </div><div>I also like the view of the back of the Elm Hill houses from the riverside walk: a higgledy piggledy array of add-ons to some houses.</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifooOShIX_dELqow4p3hkJZsA7KHRxC9FL0VHeN2_PuQtzs2On6fByKmpoUTXWq3CpWlTF_Ppn05alJU_UM735CjpzH92p0D3hwrZcR7IfBb4BlCfbh5TGeclkoCWve5NmfiWbdoVYhVw/s1600/Back+of+Elm+Hill,+Norwich.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifooOShIX_dELqow4p3hkJZsA7KHRxC9FL0VHeN2_PuQtzs2On6fByKmpoUTXWq3CpWlTF_Ppn05alJU_UM735CjpzH92p0D3hwrZcR7IfBb4BlCfbh5TGeclkoCWve5NmfiWbdoVYhVw/s320/Back+of+Elm+Hill,+Norwich.jpg" /></a><br />
<b><br /></b></div><div><b>The Cathedral Close</b> It's beautiful! Don't just visit the cathedral!</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixUYaBBmZBm3IwGQlYAkTYRW8kA3cMEXDEHAP2wfzDbC5xDlFa86d2U42QOJbgsj9bSV3rQFpkTf7idBSF4LL5CZgQEYCjCh0Cv-GUmz6VeRw1GROMcN6jrwvGPGHNI15JfyKOyNR51NQ/s2048/IMG_20210222_113134.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixUYaBBmZBm3IwGQlYAkTYRW8kA3cMEXDEHAP2wfzDbC5xDlFa86d2U42QOJbgsj9bSV3rQFpkTf7idBSF4LL5CZgQEYCjCh0Cv-GUmz6VeRw1GROMcN6jrwvGPGHNI15JfyKOyNR51NQ/s320/IMG_20210222_113134.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCI-BSS4L4h2ju7kI8oVqXL4ZFkHsGkI3BItamtYEt4jSwfcBsMHgoZ74JRtTJF0wjoGwX828Kzy6q-ckHwxoT4DGFBfP-Qy6LWZ1sxBzbZLp_pz6FBJMkYQozU5_a0iaq4eHyNN4-Srw/s2048/IMG_20210222_113343.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCI-BSS4L4h2ju7kI8oVqXL4ZFkHsGkI3BItamtYEt4jSwfcBsMHgoZ74JRtTJF0wjoGwX828Kzy6q-ckHwxoT4DGFBfP-Qy6LWZ1sxBzbZLp_pz6FBJMkYQozU5_a0iaq4eHyNN4-Srw/s320/IMG_20210222_113343.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>The Cathedral</b> I was recently given an alternative tour of the cathedral that included a musket ball lodged in a grave that dates back to the civil war, a statue of a nun with a slightly 'pregnant' bulge (scandalous), very old graffiti including a picture of a ship and Elizabethan gentleman and many dates carved into the walls, a grave showing a baby died before he was born - due to the Gregorian calendar shift, the grave of the man that paid to be buried upright in the wall so he would have an advantage come judgement day, the green men in the cloisters, the damaged tomb of an unpopular man...etc</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For more on the cathedral - <a href="http://torturedcreative.blogspot.com/2017/03/an-alternative-tour-of-norwich-cathedral.html" target="_blank">48 Quirky things you can go and see in Norwich Cathedral</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUbJ7aoK8QVDCpjZEnKY8qgSzPD66MfLDti6QDHgD2JB2N5KX4xhe-ffAEasZIsHwr6ppEnk4A9LMBfWHJw87NTBuilE8S8FVbigsGF1WJ_sxMf7BKQFtkFnIso7ySMs8-GDiuCUqv3s/s1600/Norwich+Cathedral.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUbJ7aoK8QVDCpjZEnKY8qgSzPD66MfLDti6QDHgD2JB2N5KX4xhe-ffAEasZIsHwr6ppEnk4A9LMBfWHJw87NTBuilE8S8FVbigsGF1WJ_sxMf7BKQFtkFnIso7ySMs8-GDiuCUqv3s/s320/Norwich+Cathedral.jpg" /></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oyGSDhsmya3w6QuXxc83hZi_JUbvdHFcDQbKX7vcvg5VdK1T3-ol-UPd59w7gVgKBmWq5qHbRbxgtRS8fiK03G7dUbeF3vh6rFpfvOzOnuStwJgZ32QxV6gXfeUC2nMO0Wbyy7xrp-0/s2048/IMG_20210330_115626.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oyGSDhsmya3w6QuXxc83hZi_JUbvdHFcDQbKX7vcvg5VdK1T3-ol-UPd59w7gVgKBmWq5qHbRbxgtRS8fiK03G7dUbeF3vh6rFpfvOzOnuStwJgZ32QxV6gXfeUC2nMO0Wbyy7xrp-0/s320/IMG_20210330_115626.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQh0y2Hu5k7EztPJLODYjx3LggC_KUTzhE6c1FeoH8UKKoFZiuBvYb9HK6scAc2Ei18rWqUGB9TqqmXcKszUJuduETdPNB_NCZQsLrkz3nok4jl8_Wmowj8mgmcA5mSh1CWOn6wWS8lpo/s2048/IMG_20210330_115355.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQh0y2Hu5k7EztPJLODYjx3LggC_KUTzhE6c1FeoH8UKKoFZiuBvYb9HK6scAc2Ei18rWqUGB9TqqmXcKszUJuduETdPNB_NCZQsLrkz3nok4jl8_Wmowj8mgmcA5mSh1CWOn6wWS8lpo/s320/IMG_20210330_115355.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQh0y2Hu5k7EztPJLODYjx3LggC_KUTzhE6c1FeoH8UKKoFZiuBvYb9HK6scAc2Ei18rWqUGB9TqqmXcKszUJuduETdPNB_NCZQsLrkz3nok4jl8_Wmowj8mgmcA5mSh1CWOn6wWS8lpo/s2048/IMG_20210330_115355.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's the <b>Roman Catholic Cathedral too </b>of course - over the footbridge at the end of upper St Giles. (Build 1882 - 1910</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEM561SyXOga0SZD7zB1fCjtrCqk9Aw8T5TsjQPG5spc75DTk8-2_gIKzbngXmh5P_c7PXJP_GRNwvq4lowWCBtIiQzAveccv9mdTRojaNuOHxHzz_oCBPL-HjYr-1yHNVJ1iHIwYGShQ/s2048/IMG_20210330_132833.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1450" data-original-width="2048" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEM561SyXOga0SZD7zB1fCjtrCqk9Aw8T5TsjQPG5spc75DTk8-2_gIKzbngXmh5P_c7PXJP_GRNwvq4lowWCBtIiQzAveccv9mdTRojaNuOHxHzz_oCBPL-HjYr-1yHNVJ1iHIwYGShQ/s320/IMG_20210330_132833.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><b>Jurnett's Bar</b> If you're in Norwich on a Friday evening and you like live music, go to Jurnett's bar, Wensum Lodge on King's Street (King's Street is an interesting wander in itself). Every Friday (excluding the main school holidays), several local musicians perform a 4 or 5 song or tune set. Jurnett's bar is in the crypt of one of the oldest and grandest Jewish Houses in Norwich.<br />
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<b>The Forum</b> A huge modern thing! It invariably has an exhibition or craft fair in its atrium. There's a library at the back too. There's usually a pleasant buzz here.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ukPHsFzFUAhyVF-QIOAYJtBCLBo5nhyPh9hEJHPJ8r5dnsXUcGQREmjpp_v-jqVlVO5owK1J05_9Mgv-N7v58QLHQp93N2-F-9yCd2pB4xaGeBgTBBjS3z_ZefNEBjlooIMfzHcbxL0/s1600/The+Forum+Norwich.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ukPHsFzFUAhyVF-QIOAYJtBCLBo5nhyPh9hEJHPJ8r5dnsXUcGQREmjpp_v-jqVlVO5owK1J05_9Mgv-N7v58QLHQp93N2-F-9yCd2pB4xaGeBgTBBjS3z_ZefNEBjlooIMfzHcbxL0/s320/The+Forum+Norwich.jpg" /></a><br />
<b><br /></b></div><div><b>Tombland Alley (and Tombland)</b> Worth looking at for the wonkiest house ever!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGqUm3UGL1LyKdEfN9ajC64QEZuVfoPM_SIqRarS8vnLc8xRGt8m-VK-laV20lZQ338QTOAZjeOES2jug1aVrANMhgLRkJIWMk6qiL7kktVBLssTlcuBs1ih-bbLfRwDcb4Q9Ns8-Rbs/s1600/Tombland+Alley.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQGqUm3UGL1LyKdEfN9ajC64QEZuVfoPM_SIqRarS8vnLc8xRGt8m-VK-laV20lZQ338QTOAZjeOES2jug1aVrANMhgLRkJIWMk6qiL7kktVBLssTlcuBs1ih-bbLfRwDcb4Q9Ns8-Rbs/s320/Tombland+Alley.jpg" /></a><br />
<b><br /></b></div><div><b>The Market</b> Open every day except Sunday, the market has some fantastic stalls and contains some pretty funny Norwich characters. Try the spice stall to be served by Gareth: whose humour many find insulting(!), the cheeseman stall for a huge range of cheeses, Follands Organics for very reasonably priced organic fruit and veg, a leather stall (many hand-crafted leather goods that make great gifts), bag stalls, underwear stalls, haberdasheries, second-hand goods, and much, much more. The food stalls at the back of the market are great for a quick, cheap, stodgy, filling and scrummy snack or lunch!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeL9hlm_dTtDIEwlbhjc8sjR8iN6cBK1QsnhfQWFbNgkZEP4AzXmAE-jGP4sXJmw7YlFZtMxEhAq5TR8SQcZJ0U8-pk6FFL5Enq6ZAwp11CznrGyB62L_X_2JcNOSNdo69v9YxXeZ85n0/s1600/The+market,+Norwich.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeL9hlm_dTtDIEwlbhjc8sjR8iN6cBK1QsnhfQWFbNgkZEP4AzXmAE-jGP4sXJmw7YlFZtMxEhAq5TR8SQcZJ0U8-pk6FFL5Enq6ZAwp11CznrGyB62L_X_2JcNOSNdo69v9YxXeZ85n0/s320/The+market,+Norwich.jpg" /></a><br />
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<b>The 'Lanes'</b> Head in the Clouds is found in the lanes. It's definitely where most of my favourite shops are found. 'The Lanes' includes Pottergate, Lower Goat Lane, Bedford Street, Bridewell Alley, Dove Street and St Benedict's Street etc and is full of one-off independent shops.<br />
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<b>Anglia Square</b> The budget shop centre of the Universe! Not particularly pleasant to look at but great for numerous bargains. To get to Anglia Square, you walk down Magdalen Street which is a favourite of mine for its independent shops and food outlets. I also like the Anteros Art Gallery near Fye Bridge.<br />
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<b>The Aviva Building/Marble Hall </b> on Surrey Street. It's used as an office building but the occupants don't mind if you pop in to look at their somewhat grand marble hall. If you're lucky the security guard will take you upstairs to see the ornate clock and the unused historic boardroom.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdyK1VLAGUT_QCqGxf78lfochHLH2c58_1cc1CPk8go5xurRNPBcYAuT_qUNLi9ewPzffJvGa3sORuF5CyPadrUZ-p4ElN6EIfrgEloQPi_sGcgv331OQ_2Fz6XKsoGRqJ9VZNu1b7aQ/s2048/IMG_20210222_103235.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdyK1VLAGUT_QCqGxf78lfochHLH2c58_1cc1CPk8go5xurRNPBcYAuT_qUNLi9ewPzffJvGa3sORuF5CyPadrUZ-p4ElN6EIfrgEloQPi_sGcgv331OQ_2Fz6XKsoGRqJ9VZNu1b7aQ/s320/IMG_20210222_103235.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nmwdV0K7XmpvhmFXkk0uE99mH47I6Wuh0oYJNwRBthyL91hrH0T4l4i9SMYzzBzy2bC1gmR65JyZDSuqTVmiEhekpgcmgt1gSLXZEl7hSptPSOFQXi8CwRUzVmlWFlHbQqe03O95sak/s1600/Willy+Matthew+Tour+004.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nmwdV0K7XmpvhmFXkk0uE99mH47I6Wuh0oYJNwRBthyL91hrH0T4l4i9SMYzzBzy2bC1gmR65JyZDSuqTVmiEhekpgcmgt1gSLXZEl7hSptPSOFQXi8CwRUzVmlWFlHbQqe03O95sak/s320/Willy+Matthew+Tour+004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYUHJxD36POoqCAUviMlguE8AOMRASdDcvDbGuIrubyMsGq1-tYX69zol-3pKfVkkzWZ9zq5doKl-U1aybS0m03cjOyZbvQ4TmnzdyNo_mEXFBT1vhf7LcqVoGDLhwwko8057zlWa09k/s1600/Willy+Matthew+Tour+003.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYUHJxD36POoqCAUviMlguE8AOMRASdDcvDbGuIrubyMsGq1-tYX69zol-3pKfVkkzWZ9zq5doKl-U1aybS0m03cjOyZbvQ4TmnzdyNo_mEXFBT1vhf7LcqVoGDLhwwko8057zlWa09k/s320/Willy+Matthew+Tour+003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">And that chap on the right is a Norwich institution himself: Willy. Can fix anything, drives round in a Morris Minor van or is often found on a bike.</span></div>
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<b>UEA</b> The strange ziggurats (in the background of the picture below of the fine old oak we call Merlin) and the Sainsbury's Centre (art exhibitions) are worth a look. A pleasant walk can be found round the campus lake ('the Broad'). The concrete architecture isn't to everyone's taste but there's a great atmosphere during term time. It's also near Earlham Park (and Earlham Park Cafe).</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a3SpSPRifSM7k7rdfBO3W8EMNKUbX7bQuJdH0Yv9V4aeWjIks3-RB22WbtuYR703B_aTWzWp1VmcZd2B6XpKCeDBsLCM_opITmk4XktReFrKO-Dw7IgeUMGbOzm6Zrqy7Ep6T1l91Fk/s2048/IMG_20210224_160920.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a3SpSPRifSM7k7rdfBO3W8EMNKUbX7bQuJdH0Yv9V4aeWjIks3-RB22WbtuYR703B_aTWzWp1VmcZd2B6XpKCeDBsLCM_opITmk4XktReFrKO-Dw7IgeUMGbOzm6Zrqy7Ep6T1l91Fk/s320/IMG_20210224_160920.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><b>The Adam and Eve</b> I used to work in this pub when I was a student. You have to be small to work there! Founded in 1249 A.D., it claims to be Norwich's oldest pub. It's supposed to be haunted by Lord Sheffield who was killed in Kett's Rebellion in 1549 in a street near the pub. (There's a plaque down the road telling you this). My old Landlord reported strange happenings such as all the stools putting themselves back on the floor with a crash after having been placed on the tables but I have to say, he was rarely sober!</div><div><br /></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEd6Lk_S0sjBFUVW5GiBFFf6SYn6SSBi2X8-hG_WZnHJE_SCEDisJd9h-pwzF2fDCSrSL0kBt0nx1hnvDsz1vUxlcYQivZTw-2n1STvpPALbCY079EN6XCc9mOOgRMIvL19a6Np2L2vXk/s1600/Adam+and+Eve.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEd6Lk_S0sjBFUVW5GiBFFf6SYn6SSBi2X8-hG_WZnHJE_SCEDisJd9h-pwzF2fDCSrSL0kBt0nx1hnvDsz1vUxlcYQivZTw-2n1STvpPALbCY079EN6XCc9mOOgRMIvL19a6Np2L2vXk/s320/Adam+and+Eve.jpg" /></a><br /><br />
<b>The pedestrian streets</b> Central Norwich is pleasant to wander around because of the number of streets that are closed to traffic and as the streets pretty much follow the original medieval road plan, it makes quite a labyrinth. Look up for weavers' windows in Bridewell Alley - long, windows with few partitions to give weavers maximum light for their fine work.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbIEz3KflGYSzL0onPju0A57SSZdNVc8xTHQ8rE41H345zzuw7AYlhoExKziuBrrWr0y6jD-N2MwvEj5aqvauCZPG2BHrRnvG2T7JRYar0HXcjndtEz808vz2T183ZKsovjnoal33H-74/s1600/Brideeall+Alley,+Norwich.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbIEz3KflGYSzL0onPju0A57SSZdNVc8xTHQ8rE41H345zzuw7AYlhoExKziuBrrWr0y6jD-N2MwvEj5aqvauCZPG2BHrRnvG2T7JRYar0HXcjndtEz808vz2T183ZKsovjnoal33H-74/s320/Brideeall+Alley,+Norwich.jpg" /></a> <b> Bridewell Alley</b></div><div>Look out for Europe's largest knapped flint wall down this alley and the wild boy on a metal post (Peter the wild boy who was out in bridewell 'house of correction' in 1751.)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg299bYeiDWGxXId6krB4kRMmO8DtBxAa5A7WZSyDONsveUmmCKsqYuRym3iLk5fOuhz0Yg9gcKBgMTfQiwOUlu_zfv_hUTxA-JY5rgBsgEmditsay_NNmK-epFmklldi6u7GnidmIAQKM/s1600/London+Street,+Norwich.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg299bYeiDWGxXId6krB4kRMmO8DtBxAa5A7WZSyDONsveUmmCKsqYuRym3iLk5fOuhz0Yg9gcKBgMTfQiwOUlu_zfv_hUTxA-JY5rgBsgEmditsay_NNmK-epFmklldi6u7GnidmIAQKM/s320/London+Street,+Norwich.jpg" /></a> <b>London Street</b></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjld6wIqmhGsKe1smDw0WiQVPTa2DTO4Sr47iHv-dgc3UA9GxX07NSax4FWzxsJuo-0oly6ShvuYHy3iEKTK2lusCCRn76LsXMsqFiXtf-ZHRlOuWWYiCkHmoDue7gpi10vv9mTqFkM-d8/s1600/Pedestrian+Streets,+Norwich.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjld6wIqmhGsKe1smDw0WiQVPTa2DTO4Sr47iHv-dgc3UA9GxX07NSax4FWzxsJuo-0oly6ShvuYHy3iEKTK2lusCCRn76LsXMsqFiXtf-ZHRlOuWWYiCkHmoDue7gpi10vv9mTqFkM-d8/s320/Pedestrian+Streets,+Norwich.jpg" /></a> <b>Davey Place</b><br />
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<b>Rosary Cemetery.</b> Rather beautiful and atmospheric. The entrance is close to where Rosary Road meets Thorpe Road. <br />
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<b>Foodcycle Friday Meals</b> I was one of the original project leaders that launched this project that take surplus food from food retail businesses that would otherwise have been thrown away and uses it to cook a free meal for all that attend on Friday nights at 7 p.m. in the Friends' Meeting House on Upper Goat Lane. My experience is that people seem to think FoodCycle should only give meals to those really in need but we always believed it was more about preventing food waste and demonstrating what people could do when they came together - with a little effort and time. We saw it more as a community builder. It currently attracts a diverse mix and often serves great food.<br />
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<b>The Brain</b> I don't know who put it there, but it has always tickled me that there's a brain outside Next.</div><div><br /></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFS365-XN_51O0eHrh-f10BwW22D4QvkzFk2rvzd0oHOLVNt_Lh1K932wca3ckc3cLevDmY09_8qaVg94j33HrtFHU7sUZSsonGZQ0cwshQQLDjVyTOPkg17fYBcZnXXZSd-74iCxZZHg/s1600/The+brain+Norwich.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFS365-XN_51O0eHrh-f10BwW22D4QvkzFk2rvzd0oHOLVNt_Lh1K932wca3ckc3cLevDmY09_8qaVg94j33HrtFHU7sUZSsonGZQ0cwshQQLDjVyTOPkg17fYBcZnXXZSd-74iCxZZHg/s320/The+brain+Norwich.jpg" /></a><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Mousehold Heath</b></div><div>For great views of the city, walk up to Norwich Prison, Britannia Road and walk west onto Mousehold Heath.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RHYDCBCp7qKsVU4vFhbpkH7Z2GNFQ-Di0q6k47RG9SScK47hdpXobxtb18W48-SaAkqJu_kmnh_ptCu6FRx_hayGQozWsKStZ42BfkFGiOH5l2PBfG_fVbb1FaksdyBm6zUs_cx9QEw/s1300/Moushold+Heath.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="1300" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RHYDCBCp7qKsVU4vFhbpkH7Z2GNFQ-Di0q6k47RG9SScK47hdpXobxtb18W48-SaAkqJu_kmnh_ptCu6FRx_hayGQozWsKStZ42BfkFGiOH5l2PBfG_fVbb1FaksdyBm6zUs_cx9QEw/s320/Moushold+Heath.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>The Norwich Keyboard, </b>outside St Peter Mancroft church on Princes Street was a mystery until it was discovered Molly Sole, an arts student had made a mould of a computer as part of an art project and chanced upon some wet cement!</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5phOaK0xJwzmKctW2wHhFNcG5gO1RcoiR9OVFDQwOPWu1E2hNJHdIa1Czdl5qIiqfq91QWmMZkgOGFFopUjDGoAxETUDBQMJkLAT9zRmdZd_FTXUoXuwRIu_Rz1xV47aN8U02oBo3HQ/s552/keyboard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="390" data-original-width="552" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5phOaK0xJwzmKctW2wHhFNcG5gO1RcoiR9OVFDQwOPWu1E2hNJHdIa1Czdl5qIiqfq91QWmMZkgOGFFopUjDGoAxETUDBQMJkLAT9zRmdZd_FTXUoXuwRIu_Rz1xV47aN8U02oBo3HQ/s320/keyboard.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Elizabethan Well head!</b> - Tucked away between Anchor Key and Westwick Road.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0x0ERbak7Lj5EbkZ94pvNQBkC6Q8Ukldk37cUyFdcIamepugKpuQVi7GZNEkxV7fEAyV9KVqgQNacTxldHTxov3NrZGDzcimI1UktbflJPNHYkBMotC8AeJh26m8TKxaJioDDt9nxeQ/s2048/IMG_20210322_152429.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0x0ERbak7Lj5EbkZ94pvNQBkC6Q8Ukldk37cUyFdcIamepugKpuQVi7GZNEkxV7fEAyV9KVqgQNacTxldHTxov3NrZGDzcimI1UktbflJPNHYkBMotC8AeJh26m8TKxaJioDDt9nxeQ/s320/IMG_20210322_152429.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>The Royal Arcade</b> - designed by George Skipper and built in 1899.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihxJ2SEeq5UG1JiZmhxHZKxbjHahd1bMiwut7_1vvVVFe-J3L87uL4_c-LXMTemheVReqaY_i3PfLbpe69jRNP8Mi7WQckFMK0g3aOiAOK4MlDEAOEUp3S0GG2E03Iujx1cpriQS9Vts/s2048/IMG_20210330_114140.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihxJ2SEeq5UG1JiZmhxHZKxbjHahd1bMiwut7_1vvVVFe-J3L87uL4_c-LXMTemheVReqaY_i3PfLbpe69jRNP8Mi7WQckFMK0g3aOiAOK4MlDEAOEUp3S0GG2E03Iujx1cpriQS9Vts/s320/IMG_20210330_114140.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;">Earlham Cemetery </b><span style="text-align: left;">- to the west of the city. It's beautiful for both plants and graves! Created in 1856, when it was finally decided that Norwich's medieval church graveyards were just too (literally) overflowing. It has the grave of Henry Trevor - the creator of Plantation gardens. This <a href="http://www.friendsofearlhamcemetery.co.uk/A_Short_Walk_In_Earlham_Cemetery.pdf" target="_blank">guided walk </a>is worth doing. It focuses on both plants and a few graves,</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vY0Re7rl5a3m1HjtdCF4-qo8xdCXIyqUT2CgHGsn8nakQglY9EVBOr9uimJXZSAiipGhFK5u-IbKLHBU7c8fIeXvAbLPjvNPKEh6IJofYpGo8HUF5-vI92in7YRmpGM1nts0dbHpuZ0/s2048/IMG_20210510_103509.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vY0Re7rl5a3m1HjtdCF4-qo8xdCXIyqUT2CgHGsn8nakQglY9EVBOr9uimJXZSAiipGhFK5u-IbKLHBU7c8fIeXvAbLPjvNPKEh6IJofYpGo8HUF5-vI92in7YRmpGM1nts0dbHpuZ0/s320/IMG_20210510_103509.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>The Boom Towers</b> - situated one each side to the river, very close to Carrow Road Bridge, the Boom Towers secured a chain that could be raised to prevent boats from entering Norwich via the River Wensum. Further up the hill are remnants of the city wall that lead up to the Black Tower and Bracondale. Bracondale has its own history book in Jarrolds! (A department store unique to Norwich).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHQAVgmJ_924vnERONajP55jmlJeRN1f8GENM8mcH_mawBzp_fBbsibgK9Ny8C4kmx8989wPxAWqRHZisu5O34N7-O08LscoNE8VoTTjoTaXd1BWX3o5rxwCV_nFWJsNrYD2eqwTKe3g/s376/boom+towers.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="285" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHQAVgmJ_924vnERONajP55jmlJeRN1f8GENM8mcH_mawBzp_fBbsibgK9Ny8C4kmx8989wPxAWqRHZisu5O34N7-O08LscoNE8VoTTjoTaXd1BWX3o5rxwCV_nFWJsNrYD2eqwTKe3g/s320/boom+towers.png" width="243" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>31 Medieval Churches </b>- well that's a blog post of its own but here's the route for a walk to visit 30 of them. I only left St Helen's in the Great Hospital off the list because it can't be accessed straightforwardly. Message me if you want details of this walk.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW9AWlsOWR_h1jZm6xjM9va78eYrEE0kpWdDYNxSQcEkoKqRj-eAdjfPBVsfmHLOilpLf7-PTFWZl7PmYL3HBrRkahDI4DjjjDDQNdxmEZLSvpXXrQAxrtqa1Vd3P6DrXWVqzUkTafDo/s1095/Church+Walks.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="941" data-original-width="1095" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW9AWlsOWR_h1jZm6xjM9va78eYrEE0kpWdDYNxSQcEkoKqRj-eAdjfPBVsfmHLOilpLf7-PTFWZl7PmYL3HBrRkahDI4DjjjDDQNdxmEZLSvpXXrQAxrtqa1Vd3P6DrXWVqzUkTafDo/s320/Church+Walks.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Underground tours Kinda Café </b>Norwich heritage tours are great for subterranean Norwich (the FatFace building has a 15th century crypt and then layers from subsequent centuries have been added to it). However, the rest of the year, the lower street level can be seen through the Kinda Café tours - houses and passageways well below the current street level. Not free though!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBlHgRvyW4invaxtLVCywNSd4V4H_LrDJ45ptbZp4srZB-UAZfuemHWGWlj_BGJc37TeVBqIewZ-gNA-SleuFYPqGPNuAg_n008w50ZA4z35oRXb1fJNdKNUKmhxqajI984o70MyuGTk/s5152/Kinda+Kafe+015.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3864" data-original-width="5152" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBlHgRvyW4invaxtLVCywNSd4V4H_LrDJ45ptbZp4srZB-UAZfuemHWGWlj_BGJc37TeVBqIewZ-gNA-SleuFYPqGPNuAg_n008w50ZA4z35oRXb1fJNdKNUKmhxqajI984o70MyuGTk/s320/Kinda+Kafe+015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And just to add: the museums of Norwich include:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>The Castle Museum</b> - contains a hotchpotch of things. It's quite large and includes the work of the Norwich artists, the medieval keep with displays and well, a walk round the battlements, a Viking section, Egyptian Mummies, teapot collection, design through the centuries, stuffed animals dungeon tour and other temporary exhibitions. There's a reasonably priced café and museum shop too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>The Norwich Museum</b> - Bridewell Alley. Takes you on a tour of the history of Norwich. Loads of artefacts and modern exhibits too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Strangers Hall</b> - A Tudor hall with displays that give you a good sense of what it would have been like to live there in different periods of history!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-28181152785386008602013-06-02T19:18:00.000+01:002013-06-02T19:22:14.774+01:00Gratitude and parking tickets<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiItr9XFI2GO5-ZhGQDrY5GLF-vzEtMzfe7EqBoZ1g_8VUTmDPBpp9DxzBZyxlBr2GNRtke_tHGZEK9Zvw4JlH4CN6OotSCxxEp5wZt1Hs7A2BqL7dmsHUGNx34sLtMYBavrQTkuxOSw/s1600/gratitude.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiItr9XFI2GO5-ZhGQDrY5GLF-vzEtMzfe7EqBoZ1g_8VUTmDPBpp9DxzBZyxlBr2GNRtke_tHGZEK9Zvw4JlH4CN6OotSCxxEp5wZt1Hs7A2BqL7dmsHUGNx34sLtMYBavrQTkuxOSw/s320/gratitude.jpg" /></a>I have been thinking a lot about gratitude recently. I think it is a key and effective tool in helping us to be happy. It is so easy to get sucked into the negatives: the grass being greener, the disappointments and moan about the mundane. It is also very easy to take things for granted. However, it doesn't take long to shift your perspective and suddenly be filled with gratitude. For example, there are parents in the world that have to watch more than one of their children die of starvation and/or disease. That surely gives enough instant perspective to shift most people's thinking into that of gratitude. I think most people in the 'western world' should be able to find something to be grateful for.<br />
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I am reading a book at the moment called 'Capital' by John Lanchester. It's a brilliant book and I recommend it highly. It's social comment, attack on inequality, satire of modern living, gives a view of different lifestyles from different and 'outsider' perspectives and more... Anyway, there was a part in the book that made me gush gratitude. And this is how it goes....<br />
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<i>Quentina is a traffic warden who originally came from Zimbabwe and she has just been really horribly insulted by a woman that witnessed her not put a ticket on a car because the woman perceived she was being favourable towards a 'posh' car.</i><br />
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<b>Quentina felt that she had some experience of the world, and of the people other than at their best, but she had never known a subject on which people became irrational as quickly and completely as that of parking in this absurdly rich, absurdly comfortable country. When you gave people a ticket they were angry, always and inevitably. And the anger could spread and become catching, as it had with this plainly mad woman, crazed with resentments. There were times when she wanted to say: Get down on your knees! Be grateful! A billion people living on a dollar a day, as many who can't find clean water, you live in a country where there is a promise to feed, clothe, shelter and doctor you, from the moment of your birth to the moment of your death, for free, where the state won't come and beat or imprison you or conscript you, where life expectancy is one of the longest in the world, where the government does not lie to you about AIDS, where music is not bad and the only bad thing is the climate, and you find it in yourself to complain about parking? Praise God for the fact that you resent getting this ticket, instead of rending your clothes with grief because you lost another child to dysentery or malaria! Sing hosannas when you fill out the little green form in the envelope stuck to your windshield! For you, you of the deservedly punished five minute overstay, you of the misinterpreted residents' bay area, you of the Loading Only sign, are of all people who have lived the most fortunate!<br />
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Instead Quentina said,<br />
'Loading is taking place.'<br />
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That gives me some perspective on little life irritations like parking tickets!<br />
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<b>And here are some quotations I found about gratitude that speak loudly.</b><br />
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Happiness cannot be travelled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.<br />
Denis Waitley <br />
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When it comes to life the critical thing is whether you take things for granted or take them with gratitude.<br />
Gilbert K. Chesterton <br />
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Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.<br />
Marcus Tullius Cicero <br />
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We learned about gratitude and humility - that so many people had a hand in our success, from the teachers who inspired us to the janitors who kept our school clean... and we were taught to value everyone's contribution and treat everyone with respect.<br />
Michelle Obama<br />
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Boredom is a luxury; be grateful that you can be bored. <br />
Susan Sita Van AkenMolly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-25760334877363305662013-05-24T20:11:00.000+01:002013-05-24T20:11:04.030+01:00Behaviour Management Technique<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDL2K1X4kM6f6yqkNse5N-87iIjvtobXCc-eeOvz9WQ5DuNPMnnUfaIvK-ZgUP8pHfZeRfCZ_tUow-cOTxs8RqhLzu2mXppUYbA4nKMOCEy6vw_UcRUgW3KaXdUYsWqzjPnP2ai2o8VD4/s1600/discipline%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDL2K1X4kM6f6yqkNse5N-87iIjvtobXCc-eeOvz9WQ5DuNPMnnUfaIvK-ZgUP8pHfZeRfCZ_tUow-cOTxs8RqhLzu2mXppUYbA4nKMOCEy6vw_UcRUgW3KaXdUYsWqzjPnP2ai2o8VD4/s320/discipline%5B1%5D.gif" /></a><br />
For the last two years I have worked in a school for primary-aged children that have been kicked out of mainstream education (known as a PRU or short-stay school). Upon hearing this, most people say 'that must be a really tough job,' and it undoubtedly is - in some ways. For example, when I am with these children, I can't display any personal 'touchy' or sensitive areas or I would fail miserably as these children invariably attempt to find any weak spots and goad every adult into behaving like the other adults in their lives. When they do this, I always remain calm and carry on delivering unconditional positive regard for the child - which might - I suspect - be beyond some people. The job requires me and those I work with to be very self aware and therefore this job has taught me lots! Aside from this dollop of self-awareness, I have learnt the <i>better</i> ways to manage extremely damaged children's behaviour. Recently I went to a training day that consolidated what I had intuitively concluded about behaviour management but consolidation with some extra tips is always beneficial. This is the journey the trainer took everyone present on...<br />
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1) In any situation where there are children and an adult, the adult is the most interesting 'toy' available because any adult is far more interactive than even the most complicated or advanced of children's toys. Therefore, children want to engage with us more than anything else in the room.<br />
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2) What a child wants in any situation therefore is our 'energy' - whether it is positive or negative. <br />
This video illustrates this in a really entertaining way.<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NM8vKTFbMZM">Toddler tantrum needing attention</a></p<br />
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3) What some adults get locked into and therefore repeat again and again, is putting all their energy into the unwanted behaviours. When an adult becomes agitated by a child's behaviour, they become far more engaged with the child - even though it is in a negative way. When a child is doing what we want them to do, they tend to get little of our energy. Therefore children learn that bad behaviour gets our energy. <br />
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4) Children actually love rules - which seems counter intuitive. Rules outline expectations and make things fair. Rules do not mean children will always follow them, but it clarifies what is desirable.<br />
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5) So a really effective behaviour management technique involves:<br />
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*setting clear rules like 'no swearing' (nothing vague like 'be respectful' as there is some ambiguity over what this actually means and it can mean quite different things to different people), <br />
* 'giving' lots of energy to those getting it right <br />
* being specific with praise to clarify the desired behaviour - not 'well done' but 'I love how you remained calm when...'<br />
* withdrawing energy from those getting it wrong. <br />
* The trainer also made it clear that you should give the child an indication of the fact they are not getting it right and that you are about to withdraw your energy. He suggested the term 'reset'.<br />
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6) Once the child is back on track, acknowledge this and re-give your energy.<br />
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Many teachers and parents are so used to locking horns with the bad behaviours, it take some time to re-adjust habits. It actually feels risky to start addressing all bad behaviours simply with the word 'reset' but it does work. I have extensive experience of it!<br />
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It always feels healthy to me when antiquated/mainstream views about something are challenged. When we are immersed or surrounded by something and it is all we have ever experienced, it takes a big step away from the idea to question it effectively and see a better alternative. This is one such example.Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.com4