More bikes, and more snow

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We walked and talked from our hotel to the town centre, all of us admiring the snow covered sites. The sky was blue, but it was SO COLD! One of the outdoor thermometers told us it was -8 but it felt much colder than that.....The fountain was frozen, and so were the bikes at Tilburg station.

James had joined us for coffee and love cake at Mugs and Muffins, and now we were off to Den Bosch for a spot of site seeing, on the recommendation of the lovely Anne. Liz and Wad were totally impressed at the number of bikes locked up at the station. This is a regular site at Dutch train stations, and I remembered vividly the first time I saw so many fliets together. Impressive eh?

We love Dutch bikes, and this fabulous way of travel.

Tilburg, snow and loud music....

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It took us three hours (instead of 90 minutes) to get to Tiburg by car. The snow was falling thick and fast and the roads were treacherous to say the least. Paul drove steadily and Wad navigated carefully. I carried on knitting and reading and listening to the marvellous tails of Liz! We arrived safe and sound, and after a short time to refresh we set off in search of food, and James Byrom! While ' resting' we marvelled at the cyclist....just as in Holland...continuing to cycle even in the blizzards. The cars were few, but the bikes kept on coming.

 

James now works in Tilburg at LIVE, so we were going to catch him playing. But first we met up with him and enjoyed an 'eat as much as you can' Japanese meal. Remember going there with you Gill and Mark? The atmostphere in the town was great, the lights reflected on the newly fallen snow perfectly, and we thoroughly enjoyed the strolling around. We arrived at LIVE around 10.30 just in time to hear Jim play, and we met (and heard) the new guy from Bolton (!) and Paul and Wad even had a dance! Great fun....even at our old age. 

 

Minnie and Quentin

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Every time we come back to Holland Minnie and Quentin are just as happy to see us as we are them. It's amazing that the little ones have such great memories and huge capacity to love. Their small arms around our necks seem to belong there, and we enjoy each second. How they grow! Minnie is forever confident, she entered (and won!) the X Factor children's talent show so graciously. Quentin continues to be gentle and pensive, with a great sense of fun! He's not as keen as his big sister on the thespian activities though. 

Both children try their best to speak English to us which is so wonderful to hear. And I keep trying to improve my Dutch. Well, sort of!

We went into school with Minnie one morning and sat with her at her desk as she drew us a picture to take home to England. What a moment it was. Minnie you are such a clever girl! Quentin, happy and lovely as ever cyled round the payground of his nursery school as we watched from afar. 

It can't be so long before we are back to feel those arms again......

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Dutch Pea Soup! (and the birds)

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A bit like the San Franciscian chouder, the soup came served in bread. A full (though small) brown loaf contained the pea soup that arrived on the table in front of me following James' recomendation. It was scrumptious, though slightly overfacing.... The dilemna came when the soup was eaten and I wanted to take the empty 'vessel' home with me, and James didn't agree. You can't do that! he declared.

But taking it home (and his empty loaf too) was exactly what I was going to do. And we did. We carried it out of the cafe in one of Liz's cloth bags, and after collecting her from school the lovely Minnie fed the birds (ducks, swans and seagulls) with the help of beautiful little Quentin, at the end of their street. I believe the creatures thought it was their birthday, the bread was fresh, tasty, and soaked with pea soup. But the food was mostly enjoyed by Minnie; she thought is was far to good to throw to the towards the open beaks!

Anyway, the delicious meal was well and truely shared. 

Scheveningen in the sun and cold

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We couldn't have wished for better weather, and Liz got to use her luxuriously warm duvet coat, much to Wad's disgust. Great walking along to beach, though Quentin was eventually too cold and we had to retreat into the warmth of the exposition building developed to inform folks of the ongoing improvements in the resort. We stayed at the Doll's House, thanks to the gracious generousity of Ilse, who moved out once more to allow us warmth and comfort of the Fisherman's cottage. Liz and Wad stayed with James, after a small cleaning exercise and in the end all was good. Ilse cooked us a deliciously authentic Indian meal on the first evening, and James made us welcome on the second night with an amazing vegetarian Italian dinner. Yum. Whilst we relished the pleasures of our beautiful grandchildren in the next few days, Liz and Wadd visitied the famous Royal Picture Gallery Gallery in the Hague  Mauritshuis, and the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam. They had a ball, and us too!

Then the snow came. On to Tilburg.

White Wickets

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Cathy and Rob moved here in 2011. My lovely niece and her husband Rob have set up their new home in the Sussex countryside, and visiting them was a great pleasure…to say the least. I can't help thinking of Lynne, my dear sister (and Cathy's Mum) who died nearly 30 years ago, and how proud she would be of her girls. Cathy misses her Mum dreadfully, as we all do, but she certainly has lots of Lynne's passions and drive for the best things in life! 

Robert, Patrick and Tom it was so good to see you, and thanks for making us welcome. White Wickets is a area, and so are you.
We'll be back; and Paul will have his tennis court paint brush! 

Call the Midwife and Normal Birth

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Watching Call the Midwife on TV on a Sunday evening I feel totally overwhelmed and on the verge of tears with many of the scenes. How proud I am to be part of the midwifery profession when I watch Jenny and her friends at work. I can see young Jennifer as she grows to understand how special her job is and the complexities of life. The poverty, abuse and hopelessness some of the women in her care cope with on a daily basis is shocking and almost repulsive to her at first, but then she learns to admire and love the same women for being 'heroes'. What a fine message to us all. I am imagine most of the viewers of the programme (of which there are many) will feel the same shock horror at some of the situations and environments the midwives find themselves in. But as a modern day midwife, I know not much has changed. Yes indeed, in 2012 the poverty, abuse and hopelessness remains the same in for many women, and for some circumstances are far worse than in the 1950s. They are just better hidden. I would need another page to detail what I mean.

The programme does justice to the challenging but exhilarating and rewarding work of midwives, and childbearing women appear to 'get on with it'! It is refreshing to see women believing in themselves as having the ability and strength to birth their babies, and it was normal for the event to happen at home. For those of us who have witnessed the utter joy of childbirth both from a mother's and midwife's perspective, the programme helps to re-affirm the wonders of women. 

Babies were mostly born at home in the 1950's as there weren't enough hospital beds and birth was firmly part of the community. And now the pendulum has swung the other way, with a constant quest to reduce intervention in maternity care and promote ‘normal’ birth. The debate is clear and the pressure is on. And the situation in the UK isn’t as grave as elsewhere….

On the other side of the world where my lovely son Tom is travelling and where my niece Claire practises as a midwife, there are deeper concerns that are influenced by private obstetric practice. This is Australia, and Hannah Dahlen gives her stance on the problem.  This crisis is replicated in other developed countries and is shocking.

So as I keep my mind on becoming the Chair of the Campaign for Normal Birth at the Royal College of Midwives, I will be thankful for the NHS and for my passionate midwifery colleagues, and will remember Jennifer Worth’s midwifery days  always.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

27,000 copies, an engagement and an award....

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There has been a huge amount of activity since NYE in Edinburgh. A bit much really (my bits anyway)....which sounds ungrateful and a bit of a cliche, but working for the NHS for 35 years has bound to have an effect.

So here's the news:

A couple of months ago I recieved a letter from the Cabinet Office...'The Prime Minister would like to submit your name to the Queen....' My reaction was dramatic. I was always the one who nominated others...this couldn't be true. And although Paul would argue to the contrary, I never feel like I am doing anything different to so many others. So this was a huge shock....The revelation of who nominated me came shortly afterwards, and then there was a lot of excitement. But I was sworn to secrecy! Then, the day before New Years Eve in 2011, I recieved a call from the Lancashire Evening Telegraph whilst shopping in John Lewis, in the Scottish city. 'What do you think of recieving such an honour?' Robert asked me. Oh dear.....the cat was out of the bag.

The Times gave the details of the honours list, and there it was, my name. Then the celebrations began with my sisters and their husbands, and special friends Frank and Lynne. A week later I am still overawed. I still don't feel worthy and I can't tell my friends even, so some of them don't know...even though the local press have been proactive. The FRONT PAGE OF THE CLITHEROE ADVERTISER  made sure the local got the message, and the ROYAL COLLEGE OF MIDWIVES informed the midwives....same photo! Oh dear... 

And Anna and Garry got engaged! This phone call promoted a repeat of the celebrations on New Years day; we were all thrilled. Apparently Gazzer used a ring from a cracker to propose, and after the real ring was purchased Anna sent me photos of the two exhibits to see if I could tell which was the real one. I didn't dare. Congratulations to the special couple!

And my book is selling like hot cakes, on the 5th January just 42 days after publication, the sales figure reached 27,136! Unimaginable. I NEVER expected such a response, not in my wildest dreams. But more than the number of books sold is the response from readers. I recieve at least 4-5 contacts every day either by direct email, Twitter or Facebook and of course the odd snail mail! The messages are so charged with emotion for different reasons, and it makes me feel that the whole excercise has been worthwhile. I have had a visit from Joan, a local woman who turned up on my doorstep. Over a cup of tea in my kitchen she told me how she'd seen my book advertised in a Weight Watchers magazine, and bought it. Then her daughter who was holidaying in Australia emailed her and attached a photograph of herself and her little family by the Opera House in Sydney. She explained to her Mum that the photo had been taken by an English woman was passing by, who was in Sydney as she was speaking at a midwifery conference. That was me. I had told the young woman after photographing her that I lived in Whalley, and as her Mum did too we bagan share other things that we had in common. So Jean put two and two together, looked me up in the phone book and came to call..... It's been an adventure every day. Charlotte Ward, I never expected it to be like this at all....

 

Between the years

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We arrived at No1 Grovesnor Cresent Edinburgh around 4pm yesterday, and really had a glimpse of future living. My nephew's company's luxury apartment is spectacularly decked out...and as we marvelled at the place that is to be our living quarters for the next week, we had to fathom out how to survive. The light switches baffled us beyond belief even though the instructions had been given to my sister....'double click the pad twice'...which pad? There seems to be several in each room that stay illuminated all night, which does aid visibility but hinders sleep! Basic actions like switching a light on and off needs serious concentration and patience....I consider myself quite 'techy' but the computerised control panel on the living room wall (which incidentally appears to provide a weather forcast and access to emails!!) is of Star Wars standard. Whilst the men searched for a home for the car, we decided on a cuppa..but another challenge lay ahead...the kettle didn't fit under the tap? The correct tap was discovered later. 'Finding the Cutlery Drawer' was the next game and lasted 10 minutes....we has no clues! Then my nephew telephoned and we recounted our trials with lots of laughter. 'Have you seen the extractor fan for the hob?' he enquiried. He talked me through it. A panel to the rear of the appliance was identified and the appropriate button pressed, and like a rising submarine the fan emerged from the work surface (as I looked at the ceiling above)....although it could've been mistaken for a flat screen TV! So, between 2011 and 2012 we are introduced to a new age...a sign of things to come.

Acorn Steiner and Archie

Archie and I have been going to the lovely Acorn Steiner group at Withgill House, and Olivia too. Each week I become more and more convinced that their approach to child nurturing and education is superior and so easy to comprehend. In fact, when I spend a morning there I feel nurtured too...almost like therapy. I love it. This week Sheila Clarkson baked Christmas cakes with the children, and parents/grandparents.  The children participated and witnessed the cake mixture growing and forming....perfect.  

Sinterklaas in Holland

Quentin's celebration at school...something so different in Holland! We really must go and be with them at this time of year...the tradition dates back to medieval times and is so interesting! Sinterklaas is assisted by many mischievous helpers with black faces and colourful Moorish dresses. These helpers are called 'Zwarte Pieten' (Black Petes). Quentin is dressed as Sinterklaas (St Nicholas) here; what a star!

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A review

It was strange to read a book review in the Blackpool Gazette, when my cousin forwarded it to me by email. Interesting to read another's interpretation, although most of it was OK. I am enjoying reading comments on my book blog, as most are reasurringly positive. But then the negative opinions won't necessarily be 'blogged' will they? I am preparing a short talk for Friday night, and planning the food too. I have really and truly drawn attention to myself.....*worry*.

Archie is 2!

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Can't believe you are two years old little man, it's gone so fast. Haven't we had fun! And your party to celebrate was a special one, your mummy made you a fab cake and some cup cakes and a special tea....
Aunty Eileen, Francesca, Baby Flo, Aunty Anne, Uncle Peter (and it was his birthday too!!) Frank, Seamus and me and Grandad had fun spending time with you and seeing you playing with your new train set. You LOVED the candle blowing and the songs! Hurray!

Happy Birthday sweet boy, we love you so much x

Catching Babies released in two days!

I have told my story of my life as a girl, woman, midwife, mother, wife, sister and friend in my memoirs 'Catching Babies'. Excitment is building as I imagine eyes scanning the pages and taking in the words I spoke or wrote with Charlotte Ward. 

I am sat in Melia White House Hotel, London. I feel a little apprehensive as I contemplate the Radio 4 Midweek Programme that I am participating in tomorrow morning. Lots of action this week....Catching Babies was released for  'Handpicked to warm your heart' promotion in Tesco, and is moving up the ranking on Amazon

I hope Kathleen and Jim are watching.

The long haul and home sweet home!

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My thoughts as i peered through the porthole window of the Ethiad plane to witness this spectacular sunrise over Abu Dhabi were bitter sweet; the overwhelming tiredness after 18 hours in confinement dulled the pleasure. Grace and Rob would probably be asleep as it was still very early, Three hours in the airport before leaving for Manchester was tolerable due to the free wifi ( a rarety in Oz!) and I am ashamed to say a meal from McDonalds. Not our finest choice...but the service was incredible!! 'Yes Ma'am the smiling girl asked ' Can I get you something?' My pleasure must have been noticed as I beamed back and asked for extra fries.... The care and attention kind of made up for the guilt and self loathing for eating such food, and I actually enjoyed it.....
Back on the treadmill for the last leg. Eight more hours to Manchester. Weary. The pull was great though: we were going to see our little men (Archie and Seamus) and daughters soon. Minnie and Quentin in Holland always pop into my mind and oh my, do I wish they were waiting to see us too!
We almost fell through the sliding exit doors at departures, and Frank's face beamed...not usual for us to have a loved one waiting and this was a TREAT! Kisses, hugs, kisses. Coming home is always strange, but lovely Olivia was waiting with Seamus and Archie...a roaring fire and some homemade soup....SO appreciated! The boys were hyper... and their smiles and little hugging arms made the long haul worthwhile. Thanks so much Oliva; it was a special homecoming. Exhaustion meant we weren't as lively when Anna arrived home later from teaching, so another special time was had the following morning! And then there was the reunion at Wadeplatt Farm. 😍
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