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Springing forth from Ipswich
SATURDAY, APRIL 18th
Sutton WHO? Which is how the conversation began a recent Saturday morning as Max leapt out of bed (actually, crawled out of our V-berth) and landed in the main cabin. From there we almost began an Abbott and Costello "Who's on First" conversation.
"Let's go to Sutton Hoo."
"Sutton WHO?"
"Yeah, Sutton Hoo. It's that old settlement an hour or so away by bus."
"Now I remember, but how soon is the bus?"
With that he looked at the clock (that has been temperamental lately) that had decided to continue to tick-tock through the night correctly and said "in twenty minutes."
So, with quick gulps of yogurt with coffee and clothes donned, off we jogged to the bus stop fifteen minutes away.
Max had first heard about this from other cruisers, notably Helen and Gus Wilson, and then recently again by Sandra and Barrie Letts. He filled me in as we trotted in the beautiful daylight through Ipswich lanes to our first destination, the bus.
In a few words Sutton Hoo, located on the Deben River just outside Woodbridge in Suffolk, is the 6th-7th-century burial ground of Anglo-Saxons. The site was discovered in 1939.
Mrs. Edith Pretty on whose estate 17 suspicious mounds were laying had invited a local archaeologist, Basil Brown of Suffolk, to excavate. Knowing war was soon to arrive on their doorstep, Brown with the help of volunteers began to dig. An archaeologist Charles Phillips of Cambridge University soon got involved, and history was made.
They discovered the richest Anglo-Saxon burial in Britain ever found, including the most silver (most of it tableware for feasting). These extraordinary treasures now reside in the British Museum.
The 500 pieces of a helmet, which has become an emblem of the site itself, has been painstakingly pieced back together… twice. As one of the Sutton Hoo guides told us, it took two times to have an accurate restoration of this helmet. In 1947 the British Museum got it wrong when they assembled the hundreds of tiny pieces because they used preconceived ideas. In 1968 it was dismantled and reconstructed based on the fragments' evidence. Now you can see the actual helmet as well as the detailed shiny replica. Both are impressive.
Other priceless findings are a shield, belt buckle, sliver platters, jewelry, and musical instruments.
One of the artifacts is a hanging bowl, which indicates wealth because it was used as either a wine holder (my preference) or for cleaning fingers after feasting (probably the only body parts cleaned way back then).
All of these artifacts were found inside the iron rivet remains of a 90-foot long ship along with the outline of a body presumed to be Raedwald (560-620/17/25? C.E.), the ruler of the East Angles. The archaeologists were fortunate there were still items and outlines to be found. Many of the artifacts and all of the body were destroyed by rain leaching the acidic soil into the site since the early 600s.
What's fascinating about this king (also spelled Redwald) is his connection to the Anglo-Saxon epic poem, BEOWULF, set in southern Sweden. In that poem the grand ceremonial burial site was that of a man and a ship, the same type of boat and associated wealth found at Sutton Hoo.
Raewald also helped spread Christianity. He was baptized in Kent, most likely at Canterbury were Augustine had set up shop in the late 500s (see Blog on Canterbury October 2014 for more of that dude). Yet, this ruler may not have been convinced Christianity was the way to go. The Venerable Bede (English monk, 672-735 C.E., known as the Father of English History) recorded that Raewald could have lapsed since he had a temple with altars to both Christian and pagan gods. Smart guy.
Further digging and mapping (1965-71, 1983-92) brought new discoveries such as the graves of an Anglo-Saxon warrior with his horse and execution burials estimated to be from the 8th-11th centuries. Of the 17 mounds one had been pillaged by grave robbers but another escaped that fate because the robbers didn't dig down far enough. Many had been plowed down over the centuries but now the site is preserved. When we asked one guide why more mounds hadn't been excavated he told us nowadays archaeology involved high-tech equipment enabling exploring sites without disturbing them.
The site is only open on weekends, and we were among quite of few visitors checking out the exhibit rooms and grounds on this bright spring day.
After touring the informative visitor's center we walked out to the mounds. Sheep grazed amidst the mounds
and a temporary tower stood at one end. Temporary because a permanent one would depend on tourists' feedback over the next two weekends. We were fortunate to have timed our visit with a chance to climb for a an overview of the site. When asked on the the visitor survey if the tower added to our understanding of the site, we said not really but it did enhance our overall visit, especially the guide's knowledge who answered our questions.
We headed back to the bus stop, passing by a free-range chicken farm and onto the main street.
Max hiding some chips (our lunch) behind his back. He's onto my snapping a pic when he's eating, and Chris (his son) and I know how he eats his potato chips ('crisps' here), which means it's worth a photo.
Instead of continuing back to the bus stop we decided to walk along the river to Woodbridge. We passed sailboats moored in a creek or on the mud (with much of the river draining out each tide, boats are made to rest gently on the ground),
other Saturday strollers usually with pups, barges/house boats advertised for sale,
and even spotted Sutton Hoo across the water.
Spring had definitely sprung, and thanks to Max we were out in it.
And, thanks to Sutton Hoo, I've since discovered 'hoo' can mean a strip of land or a spur or ridge. So much for an Abbott and Costello routine, which I use to practice with my colleague Wayne much to the rolled eyes of our fellow coworkers at the Bath Y :)
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 22nd
Almost a year to the date when we launched JUANONA it was time to see just how much gunk of sea encrustations had adhered to her bottom. Max arranged to have her hauled out during a lunch hour so the bottom could be cleaned, prop scraped, and zincs exchanged (the latter are sacrificial lambs because they corrode before other metal parts of the boat; hence, the need to keep these fresh).
With Peter's help (always nice to have extra hands when handling lines) we took JUANONA around to the haul-out pontoon and then watched as the yard crew oh-so-carefully put slings under her hull and lifted her out and into the parking area.
And, she looked great with a pretty clean bottom, so to speak :)
So, Max and I were able to just hose her down (my hosing, Max brushing) without having to use a pressure-washer allowing us to save on the ablative paint (paint that sloughs off with growth leaving a less encrusted hull). Within one hour, she was cleaned, prop scraped, zincs replaced and ready for being swung back into the water.
One more task checked off the to-do list!
THURSDAY, APRIL 23rd
Where do we PUT this STUFF?! Wednesday night, thanks again to Anne and Peter, we were able to do one huge provisioning at a big supermarket a bit out of town.
First we figured out what dinners to make as staples (Gail, your Indian stew is definitely one of them) followed by the ingredients per dinner; add in all the other staples needed (tea, coffee, condiments, baking needs, dishwashing liquid, tp, sun screen, etc.); tally up quantities required for 12 weeks (knowing we'll be using and replacing as we head up the coast/Scottish Isles); then plan to spend at least two hours going through aisles and checking off items. Hence the need for spreadsheets.
The result? A pile of dry goods and non-perishable items needing a home not just on, but in, JUANONA.
The reason for such a large stash was our plan to not buy anything in Norway other than some fresh fruits and veggies. For the past year or so we'd heard from everyone, cruisers and land travelers alike, how expensive this Scandinavian country is. So, now JUANONA was loaded to her gills with cans and packages all needing a home.
We began on Thursday morning and fine-tuned the stashing through Friday afternoon until everything was labeled, organized by shapes and usage, and placed in lockers leaving JUANONA shipshape.
Another task completed… although, remembering exactly where everything landed will take another spreadsheet…
With boating season already begun (these Brits are hardy sailors) we wanted to meet more marina folk so we held another BYOBW on one of the last Saturdays we'd be in Ipswich.
Primed with Max's now famous deviled eggs (our Orr's Island friends will recognize these in spite of his not being able to locate his caviar sprinkles), we awaited any attendees.
Within a few minutes our friends Anne & Peter arrived, soon followed by marina folk, some we knew such as Rick & Julie (below) and some we hadn't met yet. And, the party began.
Because of the short notice on posting the signs and with a lot of boats out for the weekend and cruising season, there were fewer of us than last time; however, it made it easier to speak with more folk. Once again we discovered how many great boaters there are hanging out at the marina both full- and part-time. Another reason to return next Fall.
The last gasp photo of Anne, Max, Peter, and VJ as we turn off the lights and lock the door until the BYOBW Round III.
SUNDAY, APRIL 26th
Max had heard from Julie and Rick about their recent visit to the Mayflower Project just down the way a piece in Harwich, the birthplace of this historic ship, on the Stour River (we're on Orwell, NE of Stour).
Anne and Peter kindly said they'd like an outing to Harwich having never really explored this historic town. So, off we trundled, driving down to locate the building of the s/v MAYFLOWER.
Actually, it's the third building of a MAYFLOWER, the first occurring in the early 1600's, a replica in the 1950s as a thank-you from the Brits to the U.S. (now residing in Mystic Seaport, CT), and now this one just beginning to take shape.
We arrived in Harwich parking along the harbor and oriented ourselves via the displayed map (across the way is Felixstowe, which we last saw when entering the Orwell River to head up to Ipswich September 2014).
We found the center was open only during the week, but we headed off anyhow thinking we may be able to espy some sort of building going on.
It was easy to spot thanks to the colorful murals surrounding the center.
We peered through the locked gate,
then discovered an unlocked one around the corner where we met Roy who was manning the small visitor center.
The project is headed up by an enthusiastic and extremely likable and knowledgeable local named Sean Day. We met Sean, head of the Harwich Mayflower Trust, when Roy in the visitor's office called him at home to say there were four people here interested in a tour. Sean immediately said he'd be there in five minutes, and so he was explaining that he had been in the midst of fixing a plumbing issue at home. Technically, no tours were available unless pre-arranged for the center really operated as a training center Monday-Friday targeting young people in the art of ship building, successfully, I might add.
Sean proceded to explain how the project began (the interest in and the success of the recent replica of HM Endeavour, James Cook's vessel)… what their goal is (construct a full-scale, seaworthy replica while helping to rejuvenate Old Harwich via the training center and increased tourism)… the current status (keel's being laid and frames will go in soon, as well as raising funds for a half million British pounds for bronze bolts)… and how many Mayflower descendants on both sides of the pond are now showing interest (Max is a descendent, specifically one of his ancestors fell off the ship and luckily caught a line to haul himself back in. Fortunate for me :) let alone him!).
It was difficult not getting caught up in Sean's excitement and passion about this project. At many times it must be a thankless task, but you'd never know that being in his company. He's managed to catch Sir Richard Branson's interest, which raised the project's credibility and visibility considerably.
Sean mentioned he was considering getting rose buses donated with the idea of planting one for each original crew and passenger from 1620. Deciding to be the first to do so, we offered to start and a gentleman's agreement was made.
After the tour Sean said he'd walk us through Old Harwich where the Master (captain and part-owner) of the ship, Christopher Jones, lived.
While strolling through the lanes Sean would stop every now and then to point out some architectural interest, such as a 15th century building where graffiti from Tudor times still decorates the wall.
We reached the harbor and he pointed out Mi Amigo, one of the Pirate Radio ships. These ships served as the Davids against the Goliaths (well-established networks, such as the BBC and Radio Luxembourg). The BBC only had one program a week playing the rock and roll music that was hitting the airwaves, and Radio Luxembourg, in addition to having a weak signal, would only promote those artists with big record labels, the ones who could afford to pay a fee to the station. Consequently, many up and coming artists wouldn't be heard. So, a way around this was to take a ship, outfit her with a studio, radio transmitters, and an antenna, plunk her three miles offshore in International waters.
Sean had more than just a connection to the history of Pirate Radio ships besides Mi Amigo being moored in Harwich. His brother Roger helped build one of the antennas as well as ferried contraband supplies to one of these ships. For an entertaining history of these ships, check out the 2009 movie "The Boat that Rocked" with Bill Nighy and Philip Seymour Hoffman.
We said good-bye to Sean, stopped in for a pub lunch, then headed to the Redoubt ('Redoubt' means a defensive fortification providing a 360-degree coverage). Built in 1808 this fort was one of the original 103 Martello Towers. These circular forts were constructed along the Essex and Sussex coastline as a defense from Napoleonic invasions.
Being so close to Europe and having an excellent port, Harwich had to prepare in the event of any sea invasion. Fortunately, none occurred although over 100 German U-boats surrendered there in 1918. And, in WWII an anti-aircraft gun was stationed at the fort to try to fend off the bombing raids that struck a large part of the town.
We toured the fort where Anne pretended to be a gunner,
and then pretended to be a shot gunner.
We saw where troops would sally forth to meet the enemy,
and, a Nazi missile that just missed Harwich.
Then headed home through country roads lined by blossoming rape seed. A lovely Sunday drive :)
SPRING Boardings
We can't say good-bye to Ipswich without saying how great it was to have new-found friends aboard JUANONA. These are only two of the occasions but at least you'll get an idea of what we mean about enjoying company with others.
Here's one dinner with (l to r) Jo, Paul, Lily, Jayne. Jo, a young woman from Tasmania, crewed with Jayne, Lily and Paul on their boat, s/v DELPHINIUS, last summer in the Baltic then was first mate on a boat taking charters to South Georgia in the Southern Ocean. You'd never know she did this because she's so gentle and self-effacing. We had to pull the stories out of her for she isn't one to talk about herself. She's now finishing up a trek along one of the historical pilgrimage walks to Santiago de Compostella, Spain. Her dream is to skipper her own boat for global exploring. We have no doubt she'll achieve that.
Another small party included Sandra and Barrie from s/v PASSAT II.
Julie and Rick off of s/v BELIEVE are some other cruisers who wintered their boat in Ipswich while they returned home to Florida then left for Rwanda and Kenya on a medical mission. They attended the BYOBW (photo with me) mentioned above. They'll be heading south to the coast of England and then France about the same time we'll be going north.
VJ, who also was caught in a shot (last gasp photo) at the recent BYOBW, will be heading off to the southern coast of England. He once single-handed his 21-foot boat across the Pacific Ocean. He's on a little bit bigger boat now and planning on heading south soon.
We've also met Andrew on s/v CHILD OF THE WIND who played the viola for the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra and who's deciding where to head later this spring.
Becky, a Kiwi, and Trevor, a Scot, off of s/v DIGNITY have provided great info for cruising the coast of England and Scotland. Trevor also tells a wonderful story about his mother's parrots. Made me almost want a parrot aboard JUANONA.
And, we don't know what we would have done without Anne and Peter off of s/v SACRE BLEU. As you can see from this blob blog and previous ones, we'll be looking forward to seeing them as well as Becky and Trevor at the end of the summer when we hope to be back in Ipswich.
So, here's to Ipswich and all the wonderful people we've met. We couldn't have asked for a better winter home.
This entry was posted in 2015 04 UK - East, 2015 Winter Tours, COUNTRY, England, Europe, WINTER TOURS on April 29, 2015 by margaretlynnie.
"There's simply not a more congenial spot…"
Barton Mills and environs Wednesday, April 8, to Friday, April 10 If anyone knows the lyrics to "Camelot", you'll understand why I use this excerpt to introduce our time with our friends Maya (below with fellow visitor Noodles) and Hugo (in the Spring sunshine) Morriss. On Wednesday, April 8th, we took the train to Kennett to be met by Hugo and whisked away to The Dhoon, their country home in Barton Mills. (In asking how the house name came about, they briefly mentioned that previous owner Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of penicillin, had named this Suffolk country retreat and used to come here from 1921 until his death in 1955.) Immediately we immersed ourselves into the lovely indulgence of a springtime stay with friends who welcomed us with sumptuous meals, a lovely room,
a head with a tub (!), daily tours, two adorable pups, an introduction to their good friend Wendy, some race-horse knowledge, and wonderful conversations. We couldn't have asked for anything more.
I had first met them in northern Scotland, January 2001, at a birthday party held by Marci and Joanna, the latter a first cousin of Hugo. Later we caught up with them again in London, November 2002, at another event staged by Joanna. Besides these connections there is another link due to Maya being a fellow Mainiac whose family lived around Mount Desert for years. Yet, even if one had just met this couple, you would be embraced by their genuine hospitality. And, we were the lucky ones to find ourselves in their home.
After a delicious dinner we headed to bed only to be awoken by the lovely fragrance of sizzling bacon. Downstairs we found Hugo at a huge, old-fashioned oil stove frying up breakfast. Maya's homemade marmalade (and Hugo's bobbing ducky tea infuser) along with poached eggs, toast and good java ensured we wouldn't be touring on empty stomachs. Hugo then shepherded Max and me to his car where we set off for Cambridge where we'd spend the day exploring some of this city's historic sites. Our initial destination was the Scott Research Institute's Polar Museum. A boating friend on our pontoon had mentioned her exploration of this gem, and it was one Hugo had visited some years ago. The three us entered this small museum only to be captivated by the large amount of information available via displays and accompanying audio guide. Both North and South Pole explorers were examined, and I won't go into all of their exploits here. Max gravitated towards one of his inspirations, Ernest Shackleton. Here he saw the sextant and journals from the navigator of that 1915 expedition, Frank Worsley.
For those of you who haven't had the chance to read the story of Shackleton's ENDURANCE expedition, do so. You couldn't make that stuff up.
We also saw artifacts from Robert Scott's doomed TERRA NOVA expedition (1910-13), including the black flag marking the Norwegian Roald Amundsen's December 4, 1911, arrival at the South Pole (imagine how you'd feel seeing that in the distance realizing you weren't first in this historic race)… and, the abandoned sleeping bag of Lawence Oates, who with Scott, Henry Bowers and Edmund Wilson, died on their return from the North Pole. They were only 35 days behind Amundsen.
Not wanting to be a burden, the ailing Oates left his tent to walk into a blizzard in spite of pleas by his fellow explorers. (His sleeping bag is slit open so he could keep his frostbitten leg out of the warmth; it would hurt too much to have it thaw.) Recently discovered photographs from Scott's expeditions were on display. Looking at the stark and magnificent beauty of this perilous continent, I could understand the magnetic pull. Yet, the sacrifices made were more haunting. Sketches of the terrain by Wilson illustrates the scientific aspect of Scott's TERRA NOVA expedition. Here, Scott took a photo of Wilson as he took pencil to paper. On one of the audios there was a reading of Wilson's letter to Oates mother testifying to Oates' bravery. Also on display was the poignant farewell letter Wilson wrote to his own parents after it was clear he, too, would not survive the Polar journey.
A year earlier, Wilson had figured prominently in another mind-boggling event when he, Henry Bowers and Apsely Cherry-Garrard made a 120-mile round trip in the dead of the Antarctic winter (in complete darkness and temperatures I can't even begin to imagine) recovering some Emperor penguin eggs. This feat is immortalized in Cherry-Gerrard's book The Worst Journey in the World (1922). Wilson thought this flightless bird's egg would prove the evolutionary chain between birds and man. The northern hemisphere explorations covered the many attempts to reach that Pole as well as traverse the Northwest passage, one currently becoming more and more feasible thanks to global climate change. Those from Maine who know Eagle Island may be familiar with Robert Peary's claim of reaching it on April 6, 1909, as well as the tragic Franklin expedition. One of the many interesting items was a rescue fox collar, and the message cylinders used by explorers to protect their information from the elements. After an hour or so looking at the display of the 'Heroic Age' of polar exploration, I couldn't agree more hardily with Cherry-Gerrard's description: "Polar Exploration is at once the cleanest and the most isolated way of having a bad time that has ever been devised." Fortunately we weren't on either pole, which meant we found ourselves at a wonderful restaurant Hugo had booked. Fortified by some Scottish seafood and libations we walked across the street to another Cambridge landmark, the Fitzwilliam Museum. The IV Viscount of Fitzwilliam of Merrion bequeathed his collection and library in 1816 to University of Cambridge. He thoughtfully also included funds to house them hence this museum, which opened in 1848.
In addition to artwork by El Greco and Picasso, we also saw some special exhibits. One was of the two bronzes recently attributed to Michelangelo and, the "Treasured Possessions from the Renaissance to the Enlightenment" featuring 300 items representing the purchases by European shoppers during that time, from exquisite pocket watches to gold snuff boxes to high-heeled shoes.
We left this museum knowing it was another place we'd like to return and headed off to the King's College campus, one of two royal and religious foundations (the other is Eton College) begun by the young King Henry VI (1421-71) in 1441. These two schools would each enroll a maximum of 70 students from poor backgrounds, with those from Eton guaranteed acceptance to King's. Nice scholarships way back when. Once there we strolled into another Cambridge showpiece, the King's Chapel. The chapel was begun by that same king in 1446 and later renovated by his descendants, one being Henry VII. We saw the banded iron chest from which had carried 5,000 GBP (worth roughly $4 million in today's currency) compliments of Henry VII for completion of the chapel. It's a stunning example of Gothic (perpendicular) architecture and features the largest fan vault in the world. Your eyes can't help but float upwards to gaze at the soaring height banded by huge stained glass windows. This chapel's poster explanations of 'who was who' and 'what happened way back when' cleared up some of my confusion regarding England's medieval royal family and the Wars of the Roses 1455-85 [Red rose stood for the Lancasters, white for the Yorks, with both of these families being descendants of Edward III (1312-77)]. A diagram (god bless pictographs) showed that Henry VI descended from the Lancasters whereas Richard III was a York. FYI: Richard III is the guy who reputedly murdered his two nephews, one who was briefly King Edward V. Richard III, also, was the king whose bones found under a car park were recently reburied in Leicester Chapel in March of this year (he died in 1485 at the Battle of Bosworth). Henry VI was a pious king and not the best. However, it was in the Tudor's best interests to build the VI up as a saint while maligning Richard III (politicking never changes). Some people say even Shakespeare got into slinging mud on Richard III.
This King's Chapel at King's College is beautiful with its light-filled, stained glass windows. Not being a huge structure, you can absorb the architecture by simply walking down the long nave, through the wooden screen donated by Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn between 1433 and 1436 to the choir stalls (we found his initials but not hers)… and into the choir area on the other side. We ducked into several small chapels along the sides with more examples of stained glass including the Tudor red rose and fleur de lis representing their French rule…
and a memorial to King's College alumna killed in WW I, one being the poet Rupert Brooke. Exiting we walked down towards the river Cam to which King's College and other colleges back up. We saw many punters out, both guides as well as families who were trying their hand at this ancient boating technique of poling up or down a river. Throughout Cambridge we saw evidence of a busy college community…
a pub named the same as the good friends (Colleen, Billy, Mary Lee to name a few) frequent Friday nights in Portland…
markers note famous events, and we saw two while keeping a look out for others. Yet another reminder of the historic events this city hosted.
That night Maya had invited a good friend of theirs, Wendy, who arrived with her little pup, Noodles. More fun was was in store along with another excellent dinner a la chef Maya.
The next morning greeted us with an even warmer day with Maya and Hugo's garden smelling of fragrant spring. Do you know how wonderful it is to be amidst all this flora when one's view has been of an industrial marina? It was heaven scent. Good bye fall :)
Hugo, Max and I set off again only this time to Ely Cathedral. Once surrounded by marshes and later drained by Charles II (1630-85) to form extremely fertile farmland, this cathedral is often called 'Ship of the Fen'. This cathedral was sited on an ancient Christian community site founded by Queen and Saint Etheldreda in 673 C.E. After two marriages, neither of which she deigned to consummate, she retired to Isle of Ely (so called due to the water being filled with eels) and built a Christian community. St. Audrey (shortened from 'St. Etheldreda' because her name was a mouthful) died in 679 from a neck tumor reputedly from her vanity of wearing necklaces in her youth. The fairs held in the town sold cheap necklaces in her honor, thus, the descriptor 'tawdry' was coined. Not the best way to be remembered. Supposedly, when her body was brought into the church in 695 the tumor (actually from the bubonic plague) was healed and the linens clean.
Her community thrived over the next 200 years, becoming one of the richest abbeys in England until destroyed by Danes. In 970 it was resurrected as a Benedictine monastery. Then, in 1081 work began to convert the original building into a cathedral. In 1322 one of the stone towers fell, and work began in the same year to replace it, this time out of wood, resulting in the Ely Octagon completed in 1342.
Keep in mind it was a guessing game as to how the structure would stay in place. As the guide told us, this was before the time of measuring the exact forces on structures. Luckily, it worked.
When gazing at the next group of photographs just imagine looking up and seeing this painted ceiling with the light splashing through. The guide was talking while I kept snapping due to the stained glass effect. The exact dates are known of these constructions because they were carefully chronicled throughout the years; and, unusually so, the actual names of those working on the wooden tower were known in addition to the master carpenter (in today's world he/she would be considered an engineer who concentrated on wood construction), William Hurley, provided by the then King of England, Edward III. Due to the growing popularity of the cult of Virgin Mary the Lady Chapel was erected in the same time period and completed in 1349. This side building was also considered unique due to it being separated from the main cathedral building and was exceptionally wide. Similar to how the King's Chapel educated me on the Wars of the Roses, this cathedral gave me the clearest example of Norman vs. Gothic architecture. A later renovation added the pointed arched windows of Gothic structures to the earlier rounded windows of the Norman period (remember William the Conqueror who came over from Normandy? This is from his time.)
The main building was renovated several times, the first due to that disastrous falling of the East tower, the next during Victorian times when two volunteers painted the wooden ceilings. Upon entering I was amazed at the length of it considering its overall size; and, I discovered it's the longest nave in Europe measuring 565 feet from the west porch exterior to the eastern buttresses' exterior.
One guide began our tour due to the original one being delayed due to a traffic jam. Both were informative but the latter, you felt, could go on for quite awhile. Our clue was his question 'what time did you think you'd be leaving?' Normally this could cause some nervousness on my part along with my feet turning sideways to inch out a door, but his knowledge of and excitement only meant we truly were taken back in time.
As we walked through this beautiful cathedral we also spotted some tombs of famous bishops. Both would have been folk I would have liked to have met: St. Hugh of Lincoln (Bishop of Lincoln 1186-1200) known for his kindness, good sense of humor, and the swan who followed him about. He was also able to tame temperamental kings, such as Henry II who sent Thomas Becket to his grave for misspeaking. Another favorite was Bishop Richard Redman (Bishop of Ely 1501-06) who, when traveling, would ask to have a bell rung so he could invite the poor to join him in a meal. His was the only tomb not relocated due to renovations or damaged. One of the most splendid examples of why this is a glorious place to visit is the Lady's Chapel mentioned earlier. Here, there was a choir practicing for a concert later that day. Our guide said this chapel was often used by visiting choirs to record due to its beautiful acoustics, including an echo. I loved hearing the singing and music rolling out of the doors as we peeked in at the rehearsal. It also was one of the brightest church buildings from that time that I'd seen. (Not that I've seen a ton.) Unfortunately, all but a small portion of the stained glass had been smashed by Henry VII'is thugs during the reformation. They also managed to scrape off the beautifully painted murals and smash all the tiny heads off the statues recessed along the walls. Reminded me of the intolerance and destruction by other fanatics (ISIS for one) of other historical monuments. Some things never change. Oliver Cromwell also caused suffering during England's Civil war 1642-51; but, since he'd moved to Ely in 1636, he and his soldiers didn't do as much destruction as they easily could have. Hugo had mentioned one of the unique aspects of Ely Cathedral is the way it is still surrounded by large open spaces, and this greeted us as we exited. Ely also boasts the largest number of medieval buildings still in use.
Another wonderful lunch reserved by Hugo meant we walked outside the cathedral, through the green, and into an old fire engine house. We once again ate a delicious meal begun by some beer and wine, then left for our last exploration of the day, a neolithic flint-mining site. Grimes Graves is one of ten flint mines in England. Over 400 pits are found in this cleared area named Grim's Graves by the Anglo-Saons. And, to this day we could see the pock-marked landscape where miners over 5,000 years ago picked flint out of the white chalk. Their tools were antlers and animal (I hope) shoulder-blades for picks and shovels. Used for axes, a highly prized tool, this jet-black flint was a valuable commodity traded up and down the British Isles. We were able to visit one pit and descended the 30 feet with our yellow miner hats. Not one of tunnels or height, I was thankful to climb down, peek about, then quickly return to the surface. With time for a tea prior to catching the train back to Ipswich, we stopped back at The Dhoon were we found Maya comfortably resting under the furry warmth of Treasure and Barry. As we said our good-byes we realized how much we were going to miss Maya and Hugo, and, yes Treasure and Barry. They had opened their home to two cruisers from Ipswich who definitely felt this spring week end could not have been spent in a more congenial spot.
Magical Mystery Tour: PART VIII (finale)
Mumbai Tuesday, March 10 – Thursday, March 12 We landed in Mumbai, the city of Slumdog Millionaire, and immediately began our tour with a cab driver Noel knew.
From the relative peacefulness of Kerala to the loud, smog-drenched city of Mumbai, we were in a bit of a culture shock. The air was chewable, like it had been in Delhi. No A/C in the cab so we got our lungs full in prep for our 48 hours here.
Our first stop was a five-minute sighting of the word's largest, open-air laundromat, Dhobi Ghat. Dhobis are the traditional Indian laundry men, and their occupation is passed down through the families living here. Hotels and hospitals use this outdoor facility for clothes and sheets with open-air concrete baths called ghats and flogging stones. The process is: soak in sudsy water… thrash on the stones… boil in starch… hang to dry…then iron/fold.
After snapping a few shots we hopped back into the cab to reach Mohandas (later called Mahatma by others as it means "Great Soul" in sanskrit) Ghandi's residence when he visited Mumbai.
The Mani Bhavan Gandhi Sangrahalaya is a home converted into a museum. In this home where he stayed when visiting Mumbai, Gandhiji (1869-1948) learned to card wool and to spin here. This man of nonviolence and civil disobedience began his fight against injustice when he was thrown off a train in South African 1893. He was riding in the whites-only section. His search for equality for Indians took him back to his native land in 1915 where he often visited Bombay (Mumbai). In this house on the terrace he was arrested in the early morning of January 4, 1932.
This museum, in addition to a chronological display of Gandhi's life, houses a library, research institute auditorium and his room. Here, he used to live and work, and some of his artifacts are on display.
In the picture gallery we view photos of Gandhi from early years to later and read letters he had sent to world figures. Here he is reaching his destination at the end of the famous Salt March in Spring of 1930. Britain held a monopoly on the production and sale of this critical seasoning, forbidding Indians from competing, and heavily taxing it. Thus, this famous march became the symbol of Gandhi's mass civil disobedience or "satyagraha" against British tyranny. Over 60,000 Indians were arrested after participating in this 240-mile walk.
And, here's a photo of Gandhi and Jawaharlal Nehru (1889-1964). The latter represented the younger generation, and, although from completely different backgrounds, these two men shared a vision for India, one of independence from British rule.
One of the most poignant displays was this quote mourning his wife who died in captivity.
However, Gandhi wasn't always the sparkling, pure hero that history has white-washed. This fighter for justice actually supported racial segregation. When protesting his treatment in South Africa he supposedly said 'respectable Indians' should not be made to use the same facilities as 'raw Kaffirs'. Nice. At least the tactic of non-violent, civil disobedience was used by others who actually did fight again inequality, such as Martin Luther King. The next morning we arrived at a local train station to meet up with our Reality Tours guide who was going to take us into the largest slum in India, the second largest in Asia: Dharavi. I had initially said 'no thanks' to doing this. It felt voyeuristic. But Max said read the company's web page and Trip Advisor ratings. So, I did and was impressed. The business model for Reality Tours is set up for local development. Eighty percent of the profits go back to the community via their sister-NGO Reality Gives. That NGO reinvests the money into education programs where tours are run, such as in Dharavi. The tour guides are respectful of the inhabitants and ensure their customers are as well (we weren't allowed to take photography and only stopped at pre-arranged places of business). The success of this social impact model has spread with other tour operators interested in replicating Reality Tours' practices. Over a million people live in this area located in the middle of India's financial capital Mumbai. The slum is split into commercial and residential areas. Millions of dollars (over $650 million) is generated by businesses contracting with local laborers, the bulk from recycling plastics, sewing apparel, and leather works. Unfortunately, almost all profits go back to the owners who live elsewhere and don't reinvest in the workers or their working conditions. As Max noted one of the saddest memories he has is walking by a room where three young teens were squatting on the damp and dirty cement floor sorting plastic so quickly he could barely see their hands. We entered the residential area, walking into a dark, narrow warren of alleyways barely three feet wide. Our feet were squishing on planks sitting atop gray mud with electrical cords drooping down from the sides of curtained doorways. Glancing inside you'd see an old woman and young baby in a dimly lit, one-room apartment. No natural light made it down inside the alleys so you couldn't really see where you were going. Thankfully the guide kept close tabs on all of us. We'd still be there if we'd lost him. Once out we breathed a sigh, then continued past a garbage heap, just missing a rat scurrying from the side of the building towards the trash. Then we came upon a more spacious area of apartments that actually faced some trees and had open-air balconies. Our guide explained this is where Hindus lived. When asked why they had the better living area, he said they were the first to populate the slum, and as more and more moved to Dharavi, the newcomers, such as the Moslems, got the less desirable dwellings. We only have three photographs, which were allowed: two right before we entered, overlooking this huge area;
another in a manager's office selling handbags. We had a wonderful mixed group of fellow tourists:
two young guys from New Brunswick of all places (Andrea, you would have enjoyed them and they, you!), an aunt and her niece from Chile, and a young German couple. We ended up at the little gift shop where we purchased a few items including a t'shirt with one of the most informative clothing labels I've seen.
After the travel and tours we were ready for some R&R, and, boy, did we ever get it. The hotel Noel had booked for us was amazing. We didn't want to leave our room. We were perched on the top floor, which overlooked this huge city.
Here Max is speaking with Noel while enjoying a non-ice G&T :)
I must admit we felt so privileged. To walk from the poverty-strewn streets into a posh hotel lobby, ride an elevator to our clean and air-condiionted room, turn on hot and cold running water, while considering what we wanted for dinner… well, it was an extreme comparison, and one with which we weren't always comfortable. But, it didn't keep us from enjoying as many amenities as we could!
We did stop in at the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel where in 2008 ten terrorists murdered 257 people and injured 700. A memorial at our hotel reminded us of this horrific event, an event that is occurring with more frequency throughout the world.
It's also the reason for the security measures seen around our hotel and many other tourist sites.
While walking towards our hotel I spotted a sculpture that was a bit scary and odd.
It reminded me of a good friend's gift from her oral-surgeon daughter: a fridge magnet of an open brain… And, when I emailed this head to her she responded "No new magnets, but I will definitely ask for another. Last week she went to a training conference in Tampa on some new plates for broken jaws. They each got a human head, yes, only the head, to operate and practice on for the day. Other body parts were given to other conferences for training." Not something I could handle! After four weeks our journey to India was over, and as we rode to the Mumbai airport (another impressively designed building),
Max and I knew we wanted to return. I had expected to be intrigued by this country but not yearn to return. Yet, the unexpected happened, and we do want to return. I have a feeling in my soul we'll do just that.
This entry was posted in 2015 03 INDIA, 2015 Winter Tours, Asia, COUNTRY, India, WINTER TOURS on April 7, 2015 by margaretlynnie.
Magical Mystery Tour: PART VII
Kerala: Mitraniketan in Vellanad
Monday, March 2 – Tuesday, March 9
After flying into Trivandrum's airport trom Jaipur we were met by a nice guy from Mitraniketan (Mi-tra-knee-kee-ton). He ushered us into the Ambassador vehicle, a car synonymous with India. Manufactured by the Indian company, Hindustan Motors, since 1958, this car was styled on the British Morris series and was called "the king of the Indian roads" but the company was shut down in 2014 due to bankruptcy. In spite of it being a hot and humid night, it was a pleasant ride especially as we neared our destination in the small village of Vellanad, an hour NE of the airport.
We were returning to the campus we had visited briefly at the beginning of our trip with Noel and Diana. Wanting to volunteer somewhere while in India, Noel arranged for the three of us to do so at the NGO, Mitraniketan. Diana would be helping them with a revised web site while Max and I would be working on development and marketing plans for a U.S. Friends of Mitraniketan organization soon to be started by Noel.
Not feeling too well from Jaipur and it being late, we opted out of dinner and and quickly dropped off to sleep at the visitors' dorm.
The next morning we rose and headed to breakfast where we met another volunteer, Marcel, who was working as an intern for a college semester.
Hailing from a small town in New Mexico, this young man was teaching English to the youth attending the Vikas Bhavan High School (although called high school it actually begins at first grade and ends at tenth).
We visited his class one day and discovered just how difficult it is to teach a language to a classroom of energetic kids without knowing theirs.
Our friend Carol W. will soon be doing the same in Nepal only she does have a teaching background and has taken an ESL course to prep for it.
My hat and Max's sunglasses soon became photo props…
We also witnessed the closeness. It was these times when we realized that these young children left everything familiar to them to attend this school.
With an average of 250 students, the majority of these young kids (at the tender age of five) begin as boarders from the tribal District of Wayanad, 600 km north, and graduate at age 15 (grade 10) where they then can join mainstream schools. Headmistress Sethu Viswanathan, the founder's wife, leads a staff of 20 teachers and 5 craft instructors. We enjoyed her company at meals served in her home by one of her three daughters who was an artist and had taught batik (something I'd love to learn).
Since our volunteerism didn't include any structured activities, Max and I were there to interview the leaders and participants for the purpose of obtaining as much knowledge as possible about this respected NGO. Our meeting with Reghu and Sabith would be later in the morning so we proceeded to wander around and poke our heads into various activities, including a stop at the Creche and nursery school. Here we were quickly and lovingly surrounded by an inquisitive and bright-eyed flock of tots. And, I so wished I had my polar bear puppet from the Y!
As the founder's philosophy stated, these children are embraced by a community that teaches them the power of being self-sufficient and contributing to others' well-being. This included such mundane tasks as doing one's laundry (starting at age ten), and we saw many clothes line hung around the boys' and girls' hostels as proof.
They definitely enjoyed being part of the action.
When there in February our three-hour tour enabled us to meet briefly with the co-director Reghu, head of the People's College, a school teaching practical skills, leadership development and personal empowerment to those individuals 18 years of age and older. We had been impressed by his dedication (and the work load) then, and, after discussing more with him and his associate, Sabith, we were in awe of not only the scope of their work but also their accomplishments.
Prior to visiting Mitraniketan I had mistakenly thought of this organization as a school for disadvantaged tribal kids. After being there I realized the multi-faceted programs this NGO offered and quickly expanded my perception. When asked what exactly is Mitraniketan, Reghu aptly described it as a rural community development center. Founded in 1956 by Vellanad native, Sri K. Viswanathan (1928-2014), this secular, non-profit organization thrives on a 60-acre campus comprised of over 400 members including teachers, students, farmers, and volunteers.
Viswanathan and now his successors follow principles and practices drawn from Mahatma Gandhi (humanity is the real educator), Rabindranath Tagore (the Upanishad philosophy of abolishing ignorance through a teacher sharing knowledge with a group of students, some say similar to Plato's line of thinking but, please, you can read more to get a much better understanding than what I've tried to describe here), Gurukula System of Education (development of mind, body, and soul to create a healthy and mindful individual with community spirit), and the Danish Folk High School (a public school alternative to university elites, based on informal, open dialogue between teachers and students).
From these guiding lights Viswanathan stated "Progress of society through the total development of individuals is the avowed mission of Mitraniketan. This 'Abode of Friends' has evolved over the years with rural development at its core." And, the best part is his experiment is working.
Having studied in the U.S., the U.K., Scandinavia and India, Viswanathan was influenced by Arthur Morgan (1878-1975), a social philosopher, civil engineer, educator, and public servant, who believed in a holistic approach to education–study, work, and community involvement. Mitraniketan ("abode of friends") took root in Viswanathan's home village on family land, and the campus evolved into not only a boarding high school and a community college but also an agricultural science center (Krishi Vigyan Kendra), where we met a class learning better ways to irrigate,
a rural technology center (RtC),
a women's empowerment center, and a production training center.
During our stay we visited all of the areas with the exception of the women's empowerment center, which occurs at select times during the year.
As I had mentioned earlier, the scope of Mitraniketan's programs is a surprise, especially since both Max and I thought of it as a singular school. The campus spreads over a verdant and serene landscape, one populated with open-air classrooms and red brick buildings springing out of lush vegetation and rich earth.
And, everywhere we walked we were greeted politely with smiles and, from the kids learning English, 'how are you? what is your name?'. We felt like honored guests, ones who had wandered into another world where children grew into thoughtful adults.
During our discussion with Reghu and Sabith we heard about some of the specific programs geared towards building self-sufficiency and empowerment. One was a women's group where a savings fund created a micro-lending program and some of the agricultural research performed at the farming center taught better irrigation methods.
Our conversations with these two along with the brochure created by Sabith served as excellent background for both Max's and my projects.
After a formal tour with a young woman who had showed us around in February, Max and I walked back to the Rural Technology Center. Here we were enthusiastically hosted by entrepreneurs who had fashioned several machines, such as one for digging the deep holes required for banana planting and another for more easily husking a coconut.
Pottery, rubber-making,
and jute weaving were other industries taught at these buildings along with water conservation.
I don't know which impressed us more–the products or the creators. It was a fitting end to our wanderings.
After two days we decided to find a hotel in Trivandrum where we could use the Internet and a computer to start our plans. We landed at the Hyacinth where we were hosted by the nicest hotel staff we've ever encountered. At one point, after receiving complimentary cookies and fruit in our room, we thought they must think we're writing a travel article (I was often at the business center working on a draft plan).
I've never stayed at a hotel where everyone, from the doormen to the cleaners to the waiters to the front desk, seemed genuinely welcoming.
Once again we felt spoiled causing Max to revert to a familiar pose as we wandered around the hotel's premises.
Our time in Trivandrum coincided with one of the most famous festivals in Kerala, the Attukal Pongala. To quote a Trivandrum (or Thiruvananthapuram website)
"Attukal Pongala is celebrated late February/early March, every year, at Attukal Bhagavati Temple. It is a ten-day festival. On the 9th day, thousands of women devotees from many parts of the state gather in the vicinities of the temple to prepare pongala, a favourite offering to the goddess. Pongala (literally means to boil over) is a ritualistic offering of a sweet dish consisting of rice porridge, sweet brown molasses, coconut gratings, nuts and raisins. The uniqueness of the festival is that only women are allowed to do the offerings on that day.
Devotees offer pongala to appease the presiding deity of the temple – the Goddess – popularly known as Attukalamma. Right from the night before the Pongala day, thousands of women, regardless of religious faith, assemble at the temple premises and on either side of the roads leading to the shrine, to make the Pongala offering. Devotees from across the country and even from abroad participate in the ritual."
We had arrived the day before the ninth day, so the next morning we strolled out the hotel to walk amidst the preparations and then the cooking for this goddess. We didn't see any other foreigners and were, once again, thrilled to be embraced and welcomed by everyone celebrating this time-honored tradition.
The women of Kerala have set a Guinness Book of World Records as the single largest gathering of women for a religious activity; and, the smoke burning our eyes was proof it was an extremely large celebration.
Another day we visited the royal palace of the local rulers and the nearby landmark, the Shri Padmanabhaswamy Temple.
As non-hindus we couldn't enter the temple but we had heard the story of a royal treasury found in 2011 worth $22 billion (yes, billion) dollars of gold jewelry, utensils, weapons and coins. We heard more about this mysterious treasure when we met a journalist, Renu Malhorta, editor-in-chief of the Afro Asian Business Chronicle, staying at our hotel. To say she was a live wire is understating her exuberance. Growing up in northern India and raising two children and leaving an abusive husband, Renu was irreverent, full of stories, and a walking, talking example of creating one's own world in a male-dominated one. Her tales of putting the kibosh on male interviewees' sexual advances were brazen and hilarious, and she definitely provided an insight into the workings of doing business in a testosterone-centric culture. She said she'd send us her article once it's published, and I'm looking forward to reading it.
The Kuthiramalika Palace Museum or Puthenmalika Palace Museum is a lovely two-storeyed palace next to the above temple. Built by Maharaja Swathi Thirunal Balarama Varma, the King of Travancore, it features beautiful wood carvings as well as priceless artifacts collected by the family. No photographs were allowed inside but Max was able to shoot the famous horse-head carvings, giving the residence the nickname "the horse palace".
Unfortunately, the building isn't being maintained very well by the owners, the royal family; and, the tour guide made sure to point this out to her group of ten visitors, us included. We had also heard that there was a court battle occurring between the royals and the government over who owned the treasure found in the Temple.
It was still a bit ironic to see this sign,
and then see this:
Saturday we re-visited Kovalum Beach, which had resembled Maine's honky-tonk beach in Old Orchard the night our group went with Noel. What a surprise, then, to find it relatively uncrowded and tranquil. Populated by a few swimmers and surfers, most, if not all, being sun-worshiping foreigners, we took turns frolicking in the surf and resting on the sand. The bus ride to and from was also easy and only 60 cents each for the A/C version and half that for the non-A/C bus.
Enjoying authentic Indian food was a bonus during our travels. Or course there was the odd mistake where I offered what I thought was a green bean to Max…
only to discover it was really a green chili.
Sunday was our day for visiting the most southern tip of India, Indira Point, named to commemorate Indira Ghandi (1917-84). Located in the city of Kanyakumari in the state of Tamil Nadu, this peninsula is the meeting point of three great water bodies: the Bay of Bengal, the Arabian Sea and the Indian Ocean.
A short and wavy ferry ride takes you to a pilgrimage site, Vivekananda Rock Memorial built in 1970 in honor of Swami Vivekananda (1863-1902) who swam, meditated and became enlightened on this rocky outcrop. He raised awareness of Hinduism as a world religion and Indian nationalism. He also helped introduce the pretzel-bending discipline of yoga to the western hemisphere.
His philosophy based on the philosophical part of the Veda, the ancient Indian scriptures, is quoted below:
"Each soul is potentially divine. The goal is to manifest this Divinity within by controlling nature, external and internal. Do this either by work, or worship, or mental discipline, or philosophy—by one, or more, or all of these—and be free.
This is the whole of religion. Doctrines, or dogmas, or rituals, or books, or temples, or forms, are but secondary details."
Standing on another rock is Thiruvalluvar Statue, 133-foot stone monument of the Tamil poet, Tiuvalluvar, begun in 1979 but only recently completed in 2000. This poet born before 1 B.C. E. wrote down-to-earth couplets, 1330 of them, espousing virtue, wealth and love. He was practical and felt learning was useless unless passed onto others, that farmers were important to society, poverty was destructive and that virtue without some sort of wealth was difficult to sustain.
It was quite an experience to once again be the sole whiteys amidst the orange-bedecked Indians as we rode out to the Temple.
What was also interesting to note were the bunny trash cans. They looked good but I'm not sure how effective they were.
Our two-plus-hour ride back gave us another opportunity to glimpse the busy life of India, spotting the over-crowded buses, baby on scooters, agriculture and tree hauling, and even a car carrying a coffin.
We also spotted quite a few churches, and I knew we'd been in India for a bit when Max pointed out what he called a 'Christian Temple'.
Back at the Hyacinth we fine-tuned our plan drafts for our meeting with Reghu and Sabith the next day, our last full day in Kerala.
Riding the local bus to Vellanad we passed the ubiquitous billboards advertising wedding jewelry, which explained the large number of gold and silver shops lining Trivandrum's city street. Believe it or not, I didn't purchase any of the precious metals.
Monday's discussion at Mitraniketan was another wonderful day of learning even more about this successful NGO. We also heard about an upcoming visit of Saudi princesses who were interested in this organization's community development programs. What they intended to do with this knowledge is unknown but it's no surprise Reghu is sought out for speaking about this NGO's success.
We walked back to the bus stop hoping that we'd be returning in the future to Mitraniketan for it's a place that gets into one's heart before you know it. Yet another reason to return to this beautiful and intriguing land.


Speak out! The world needs it.
Even though I tried to be quiet and secretive, I realized that if one of us survived, the other would perish.
People in the Arab world think that there is a lack of mental health problems, but the issue is more to do with stigma and ignorance.


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Commitments made by Star Alliance members Air Canada, United, and Lufthansa to make slots available at Frankfurt and New York airports and to enter into agreements with competitors, allowing them to offer more attractive services, will resolve European Commission (EC) concerns that the carriers' cooperation under a revenue-sharing joint venture eliminated competition between the parties on price and capacity. The EC announced today that it made the commitments, which were offered in December 2012, legally binding on the three airlines for a period of ten years.
It appears that the EC will continue to monitor the impact of the cooperation. The carriers have agreed to submit data concerning their cooperation to enable the EC to evaluate the effect that their pact will have on the markets over time.
Market tests confirmed that these remedies were adequate. A breach of the commitment by a carrier could result in a fine of up to 10% of that carrier's total turnover.
In April 2009, the EC opened a formal antitrust investigation into existing and planned cooperation between Star Alliance members Air Canada, Continental, Lufthansa, and United relating to passenger air transport on routes between Europe and North America. The airlines intended to coordinate commercial, marketing, and operational activities on transatlantic routes, and the EC was concerned that the level of cooperation proposed appeared to be far more extensive than the general cooperation between alliance members.
These current commitments are aimed at facilitating the entry of new competitors on the Frankfurt-New York route. The parties also offered to enter into agreements allowing competitors to offer tickets on the parties' flights (reducing competitors' frequency disadvantage) and to get better access to the parties' connecting traffic, according to the EC.
oneworld alliance. Also back in April 2009, the EC announced an investigation into proposed cooperation between three members of the oneworld alliance—American Airlines, British Airways, and Iberia. In July 2010, the EC cleared a proposal by those carriers to expand their alliance through a joint venture, on the condition that the airlines honor certain legally binding commitments. Under the commitments, among other things, the carriers offered to make landing and take off slots available at London Heathrow or London Gatwick airports to facilitate the entry or expansion of competitors on routes between London and New York, Boston, Dallas, and Miami.


DEBORAH CROMBIE: There is not much that gives me more pleasure than discovering a new British police mystery series. Add scenic Cornwall to the mix along with strong, quirky, female detective sergeant Morgan Davies, an appealing partner in Scenes of Crime specialist Calum West, stir in great procedural details and a great supporting cast, and you have one happy camper!
Author Will North has had a long, award-winning career in writing (more about that in a minute) just not in fiction. I say it's a good thing he got bitten by the fiction bug.
I agree wholeheartedly! Here's Will to tell you more.
DEBS: Will, we have an obvious kinship here, both Americans writing British police novels. But, oh, my, what different paths we've taken to get there! (And yours is so much more interesting, I must say.) You are a native New Yorker, and from early on a very gifted writer who has had a distinguished career writing non-fiction, some of which is "ghostwriting", or more accurately, collaborating, with some very famous people. Can you tell us a little about that?
DC: From non-fiction it seems that you plunged into fiction. Did you always want to write fiction? Was there a particular event in your life that catapulted you into novels?
WN: I never thought I had novels in me. I'm not kidding. Not a clue. Then one day fiction showed up uninvited and beat me into submission. Ninety days later, my first novel, The Long Walk Home, was done. Three big New York publishers started a bidding war for the rights. A division of Random House won with a six-figure advance. I thought they were nuts. I still do, despite its success. But yes, something happened to me personally that produced that first novel: my ex-wife but absolute best friend died of cancer. I moved back East and took care of her for the final months of her life. Just before she died, she grinned and said: "I have a surprise for you." (She was mischievous to the end.) I was to take her ashes to the top of a mountain in North Wales called Cadair Idris and scatter them at the summit. She was part Welsh. It took me a year to let her go but I finally did so. A couple of months after I returned home, it was like her spirit gave me a big dope slap and told me to get to work. That's how it started. I blame it all on her. Before that, I'd never (knowingly) written fiction, had never even taken a creative writing class.
DC: Your first books were in the romantic suspense tradition. (I can't wait to read these, especially the two set in Britain.) Were there particular books and authors that inspired these?
WN: Honestly, no. The stories just showed up. The next two novels were Water, Stone, Heart and Seasons' End (the latter set on the small island in Puget Sound where I now live). I think of them as love stories for grownups about second chances in life, although, yes, there is suspense. I usually have only three things in my head when I start a novel: a sense of place, a couple of quirky characters, and a larger theme I want to explore. Sometimes I don't understand the theme until I've written a good bit of the book. I don't outline; my characters boss me around and I do what they tell me to. I tell people this at readings and they think I'm joking. I'm not. Every writing day, and I write seven days a week, is a complete surprise. To me, that's the fun.
DC: And then came the crime novels, starting with Harm None, set in Cornwall, featuring police detective Morgan Davies, and crime scene manager Calum West. The question we're always asked, as Yanks writing Brit: What drew you to Britain? And in your case, to Cornwall especially, with your wonderfully rendered settings? And what drew you to start a life of crime? Any writers in particular?
WN: Having written those three guidebooks, which involved many long visits over three years with my late wife, I know Britain well, especially the countryside. I am blessed with a photographic memory of "place." Ten years ago, for example, I spent three and a half months walking through most of southern England, pack on my back. To this day, it is a vivid movie in my head. It was traversing the whole of the Southwest Coast Path that made me realize Cornwall was where my heart was. I am blessed by having a whole team of "advisers" in Cornwall: a recently retired (and somewhat notorious) female CID detective sergeant, a former chief crime scene manager, one of the two forensic pathologists serving there, the head archaeologist for Cornwall, the staff of the Royal Cornwall Museum, the mortuary manager in Truro, several leading pagans and witches, and many others I've recruited as needed for each book. I reckon it's my years as a nonfiction writer that I am so obsessed about accuracy, especially in procedure. I can't even finish a sentence unless I know the facts are right. I get answers from these folks overnight and am so grateful that they have become my friends.
DC: Morgan Davies is a very strong, very real character; prickly, funny, and driven. How did she come about?
DC: What's next for Davies and West? I can't wait to read more.
WN: Harm None is followed by Too Clever By Half. In that story Davies & West struggle to sort out how a body comes to be discovered floating, naked, five miles off the English Channel coast. It's tricky. Pretty soon you think you know what's happened. But you don't. I have just finished the third in the series, Trevega House. In this story, a series of increasingly dangerous and malicious events is visited upon a couple and their recently adopted, clairsentient young girl. All three are characters who return from my second romantic novel, Water, Stone, Heart. Readers kept demanding to know what happened to the girl. The answer is: a lot.
DEBS: Here's a little more about Too Clever By Half.
Naked, anonymous, the body found bobbing in the English Channel five miles off the coast of Cornwall is a baffling puzzle for Major Crimes Unit Detective Inspector Morgan Davies and her Scene of Crimes Manager, Calum West. Davies has no victim to name. West has no scene to investigate. The post-mortem confirms that the shallow wounds marking the corpse are due to torture.
Two days later, a woman reports her partner, Archie Hansen, missing. A farmer and Druid, Archie has a secret: while plowing one of his fields he's discovered an underground chamber holding a fortune in Iron Age gold and silver artifacts. Barely a month later he's the "floater" found in the Channel.
READERS, will be dropping in to answer questions and comments throughout the day, and has a copy of Too Clever By Half (paperback or e-book) for one lucky commenter. So be sure and say "hi."
"Will North" is the fiction-writing pseudonym for an internationally best-selling author and ghostwriter of more than a dozen nonfiction books. His new novels include ,"The Long Walk Home, "Water, Stone,Heart," "Seasons' End," and the first two books in the Davies & West murder mystery series, set in Cornwall, England: "Harm None" and "Too Clever By Half." The third in the series, "Trevega House," will be released very soon. He lives with his wife and various animals on an island in Puget Sound, Washington. You can find him at www.willnorthonline.com and on Facebook at Will North, Author.
And JHolden was the winner of Sadie Hartwell's book, if you can email Lucy with your address.
DEBS: And, Will, another question from me: Tell us about your gorgeous dogs!
What an interesting writing career you've had so far. Do you have a preference between writing fiction and non-fiction?
I'm looking forward to reading Morgan Davies' adventures.
This is a wonderful interview--thanks Debs and Will! You've done so many interesting things--are you imagining you'll continue on with this series?
I love mysteries and have never read Will Norths' books. I intend to add him to my list of 'must read' books. Thank you for this blog.
Happy to see you on Jungle Red, Will - Talk about past as prologue! All that travel writing was just research for your career as a novelist!
I look forward to reading your book. I adore Martin Walker's Inspector Bruno books about France and anticipate learning about Cornwall in your book.
I've been looking for a new series -- I think I've found it! Thanks, JRW, for introducing me to this intriguing series.
This sounds so fabulous! (I worked in Washington DC, too, for the Senate Judiciary Committee, and fro Rollin Stone--just a little before your time What an education. I always marvel at how what we do in the past returns to be the perfect thing.
What is it about British procedurals that makes them so irresistible?
SO great to meet you, Will!
The Jungle Red Jungle is a dangerous place for me, because I keep finding more and more writers to read. Everything about these books sounds just my cup of tea, and add to that, what's not to like about a writer in a plaid shirt with two dogs on a dock?
Wow! What an interesting personal story you have, Will, and your books sound just as fascinating. I will look for them, perhaps for holiday gifts for some British mystery fans on my list.
Hank, I have the same question - I have such a list of British procedurals I fear I'll never read them all.
I find your journey to fiction writing fascinating. Is there anything about one you prefer over the other?
Cornwall? Absolutely my neck of the woods. We stay with John's sister every summer at her manor house (near Lamorna!) so I really look forward to reading these books. I hope pasties and cream teas figure in the plots!
I am looking forward to this series. I love strong female leads.
I absolutely love British mysteries, can't get enough of them! I will definitely add Will North to my list of to-be-read authors. What a fascinating journey you have had, Will, to reach this stage of your life.
Will, your journey to crime fiction is fascinating. Just this morning on The Writer's Almanac, I head a quote from the poet Sharon Olds: "I was a late bloomer, but anyone who blooms at all is lucky."
Sounds like you've had a whole garden, blooming at different times!
There is just something about Cornwall that draws one in. I enjoyed the interview and look forward to reading your books!
I must admit, of all the interesting things you've done and written about, I'm most intrigued by your writing about/with with dinosaur hunters. I spent many years as a kid rock hunting with my folks--digging fire opals, dry-washing for gold, or collecting some of my treasured rocks just because they had interesting colors or shapes.
I love that you started with characters and they formed the story. Such an encouragement for writers finding their path.
Your British procedurals sound fascinating, and I'll definitely be adding them to my reading list.
This sounds fascinating. A new author for me to 'get involved with'. The author has such a varied background but with a writing skill at his core. Very interesting interview which intrigued me. Now I need to start on this new, to me, mystery series. Thanks for the information.
Finding one's "home: is so magical.
For my husband and me it was rediscovering Maine after not visiting for years. Now, although we live in south FloWe only get there a few weeks per year, but it's marvelous.
Hi Will! You had me at "Cornwall" and "prickly heroine"! Can't wait to dive in!
Yippee: I now can look forward to some binge reading with your new series, Will, as well as catch up with your stand-alones. My fascination with British mysteries began with Catherine Aird decades ago and am so happy to have it continue with both the Reds and you.
Thanks for starting my day with this interesting post.
I am so excited!!! I loved Water,Stone,Heart and Cornwall is an obsession of mine, even though I've never been there. Boscastle, a character in itself, and the other great characters have stayed with me since I read this book in April of 2011. Oh, and the hedge building was immensely interesting to me. Now, I learn that Will North is writing a crime series set in Cornwall, and the reappearance of Andrew, Nicola, and their special girl is something I am looking forward to. So, I have much about which to be excited. A new series set in a favorite setting and a visit with old friends. I have already put Harm None and Too Clever By Half on my Amazon wishlist, thinking these books will be a great addition to my Christmas box of books I give myself every year. And, I've always loved that phrase, "too clever by half."
Thank you, Will, for visiting the Reds today and for cheering me up. I was thinking about all of the things around the house I need to do in the next few days and feeling somewhat overwhelmed. Well, that all went out the window when I found out about your Cornwall police mysteries. And, as I am wont to do, I visited your Web page and signed up for your blog, which I encourage others to do at http://willnorthonline.com/blog/ As a blogger myself, I have to check out other blogs, and yours looks so interesting. Also, I'd like to give a shout out to Margaret D'Ascol and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, thanking them both for your wise choice of career.
Arghh. How could I have forgotten to tell you, Will, that your dogs are gorgeous. They are!
Just picked up Too Clever by Half today, came home and found this on JRW!
Favorite meme recently: a photo of a shopping cart full of huskies with the tagline: "They were having a sale!"
That is a great quote, Julia!
And SUsan D--so happy you are hooked!
Hope I am not too late to say hello and throw myself into the pot for one of these sensational books!! I visited Cornwall once -- in the mid-90s and loved everything about it!! We stayed in an historic hunting lodge, enjoyed cream teas, and searched for King Arthur.
Wait a minute! There's a give-away? How'd I miss that? Thank you, Denise Ann!
I've haven't been to Cornwall (yet), but I had a pasty or two at Oxford--probably in the covered market up the street and across the High from Tom Gate. I found out later I'd been pronouncing pasty all wrong. I'm still embarrassed! I started eating them when my tutor's admonition came true. "Don't eat the fish and chips from the truck parked outside. You'll get sick."
Joan: I much prefer writing fiction. I think of nonfiction as my former "day job." Lucrative but not nearly as difficult or rewarding.
Reine: thanks so much for ordering the books. I want critiques from you at willnorthnovelist@hotmail.com.
Lucy Burdette: Yes, I have more stories for the series.
Hallie: Yes, the travel guidebooks (very quirky and opinionated) filled my head with ideas. It is a bit odd to have a photographic visual memory (the rest of my memory is useless!).
Hank: yes, I was a "policy wonk" for many years. Then Reagan fired me and I was set free! So much happier as a writer ever since. And by the way, Hank, I've seen your photo; I sincerely doubt you are older than I am!
Mary Sutton: Which of my books to I prefer? My first novel, romance and suspense, "The Long Walk Home," got me into fiction, is very popular, and is dear to me. As for the Davies & West mystery series, I have to say I like all of them and hope the third will be available soon. Oh, and I am sorry to say both those dogs have since died of cancer. I miss them deeply: noble and elegant they both were. We now have four more. NEVER MARRY A VETERINARY TECHNICIAN!
Diane Hale: The dinosaur book is "The Lost Dinosaurs of Egypt." It's quite a yarn It's written with my real name, which is "William Nothdurft."
And to all you "Reds," thank you for your words. I feel honored to have been "discovered" by JRW!
Okay, the Martha Grimes "Lamorna Wink" story: Grimes names her mysteries after real pubs in England. She is a splendid and often hilarious writer. So, the Lamorna Wink is a tiny pub wedged into a narrow valley on the English Channel coast of Cornwall. It's walls are studded with artifacts from Cornwall's history of luring ships to the rocks. The "wink" comes from long ago when Cornishmen brought French brandy, illegally, into their tiny ports. At the pub, where everyone had their own pewter mugs hanging above the bar, a wink would signal a tipple of brandy, rather than ale, invisible to the revenuers watching them.
I asked the landlord of the Lamorna Wink whether she knew about the Martha Grimes mystery, and she fairly exploded: "Nothing to do with us! None of that ever happened here!" I tried to suggest that it was fiction, but she'd have none of it.


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Bruins don't have it in 5-2 loss to Flames
Mike Loftus The Patriot Ledger
Feb 25, 2020 at 11:27 PM Feb 25, 2020 at 11:30 PM
The Bruins' first game since the NHL trade deadline resulted in their second straight loss, ending a seven-game home winning streak. Tuukka Rask suffered his first TD Garden loss in regulation of the season.
BOSTON -- That's a lot of unfulfilled wishes for one night.
-- Tuukka Rask couldn't set a record.
-- Nick Ritchie couldn't be a difference-maker.
-- The Bruins couldn't do much of anything that looked like they'd recovered from Saturday night's 9-3 loss at Vancouver.
The best that could be said about Tuesday night's 5-2 loss to the Flames at TD Garden in fact, was that it didn't hurt the Bruins' cause much. They were able to maintain their five-point lead over the Lightning in the NHL and Atlantic Division standings because the Maple Leafs scored a 4-3 victory at Tampa Bay.
In general, however, the Bruins were "clearly not good enough," head coach Bruce Cassidy said. "I thought some guys came to play and some guys didn't. Didn't break a sweat, some of them, it looked like.
"I'm sure they were trying, but they were just in between, couldn't execute or whatever."
The Bruins, playing their first game since Monday's NHL trade deadline, saw a seven-game home winning streak come to an end, which meant Rask's bid to earn a point for a club-record 21st consecutive home game didn't come to fruition. Rask (26 saves), who was 14-0-6 at the Garden, couldn't pass Tiny Thompson, who won 20 straight in 1929-30.
Ritchie, the second of two Ducks forwards acquired before Monday's NHL trade deadline (Ondrej Kase, obtained on Friday, sat out with an upper body injury), couldn't make his debut as a Bruin especially memorable: Ritchie, who played left wing on two different lines, was credited with seven hits, but didn't score any points or attempt any shots, and was minus-2.
"I think there were a couple of positives, maybe," said the 6-2, 230-pounder, "but it's a team game, and how we played wasn't what we wanted. I think it'll come as we go on."
Chris Wagner's goal with 6:51 left in regulation brought the B's within 3-2, but Mikael Backlund scored twice in the final 1:30, the second goal into an empty net. It was the Flames' second critical two-goal spurt of the night: Sean Monahan scored twice within 1:12 late in the second period to snap a 1-1 tie.
Ritchie, obtained on Monday for winger Danton Heinen, made his debut on the Charlie Coyle-centered third line, with Anders Bjork at right wing. Heinen, who played right wing with Jake DeBrusk and David Krejci in what proved to be his finale with the Bruins on Saturday, was replaced by Karson Kuhlman.
Ritchie did help wake a slow-starting game near the six-minute mark, when he got the better of an open-ice collision that left former Bruin Milan Lucic on the ice. The Bruins' fourth line followed by creating a turnover that led to a transition chance for Wagner, and the Marchand-Patrice Bergeron-David Pastrnak trio then turned a long possession into a power play.
The Flames scored the only goal of the period, though. Matthew Tkachuk's 19th of the season came at 11 minutes, 35 seconds, when he swept the carom of a Backlund shot that had missed the net over Rask, who had come well out of his net to challenge the original chance.
It took the Bruins until 10:08 of the second period to tie it, on Marchand's 27th career shorthanded goal. Charlie McAvoy broke up Lucic pass inside the Bruins' blue line and the turnover became a breakaway for Marchand, who beat David Rittich for his 25th goal of the season to make it 1-1, and extend his points streak to seven games (2-8--10).
The Bruins weren't even for long. Just over three minutes after Marchand scored, the Flames set Sean Monahan up for a pair of goals within a minute and 12 seconds. The second came while Matt Grzelcyk served a roughing penalty that resulted from his on Dillon Dube, who had just caved in McAvoy with a check. The Flames only needed five seconds to convert, with Monahan redirecting Tkachuk's pass home from the slot at 14:37.
Bruins coach Bruce Cassidy changed a couple of lines in the third period. Ritchie moved up to play left wing on Krejci's line, while DeBrusk dropped down to play with Coyle.

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Ensearch Exploration records 0.34% increase in production in August 2021
Ensearch Exploration recorded an increase of 0.34% in total oil and gas production to 923.01 boe/d in August 2021 when compared with the previous month, according to GlobalData's USL48 database.
The oil and gas production of Ensearch Exploration declined 6.88% in August 2021 from 991.2 boe/d in August 2020.
On a YTD basis, the company's total oil and gas production decreased by 10.34% from the same period in 2020.
The company's oil production grew 13.04% to 138.22 bd in August 2021 from the previous month, while gas production declined by 1.32% to 4.47 mmcf/d. On a YTD basis, oil production increased by 11.73% in 2021 when compared with the same period in 2020, while gas production declined by 13.53%. Out of the total oil and gas production in August 2021, oil production held a 14.97% share, while gas production held an 83.5% share.
Looking at the states where Ensearch Exploration recorded the highest oil and gas production in August 2021, Texas figured at the top, accounting for a 100% share. The company produced 923.01 boe/d in the state in August 2021, an increase of 0.34% from the previous month.
On a YTD basis, the company produced 7,304.18 boe/d in Texas in 2021, recording a decrease of 10.77% from the same period in 2020.
Ensearch Exploration witnessed the highest oil and gas production in Henderson county in August 2021. Out of all the counties, Henderson county held a share of 36.01% for the firm. The company produced 332.33 boe/d in Henderson county in August 2021, a decrease of 4.52% in production when compared with the previous month.
On a YTD basis, the county produced 2,757.53 boe/d for the company in 2021, a 14.28% decrease from the same period in 2020.
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Buying and selling nothing
On eBay you can buy and sell virtual real estate, virtual clothes and virtual weapons for games like Everquest, Star Wars Galaxies and Second Life - all for real cash (usually paid for via PayPal). A recent example is the case of a 23-year-old gamer (Deathifier to his friends) who spent GB £13,700 on a Treasure Island that didn't actually exist. The island in question did exist in a role-playing game called Project Enthropia and Deathifier made a real-life killing by selling virtual land on his virtual island for other gamers to build virtual homes. He's not alone either. Last year Jon Jacobs paid GB £57,000 for a virtual space station. According to one estimate the value of this virtual economy in real currency terms in around US $800 million and the market shows no sign of slowing down. Indeed, we'll probably see the appearance of virtual real estate agents, virtual insurance and virtual financial planners within the next decade. Okay, that's all very entertaining but what are the real life opportunities for people that spend most of their average day working for a bank or a credit card company rather than inhabiting an online world such as World of Witchcraft or Final Fantasy XI? A bank-run virtual currency trading exchange might be too futuristic, but what about a real credit card that earns virtual currency when you use it for real life purchases? You nominate which currency you want (World of Warcraft EU Gold or Second Life Linden dollars, for example) and every time you by a pair of jeans or an iPod you could earn Warcraft or Linden points. Such an idea could work in other ways too. For example, when you spend real money on virtual clothes for you avatar on eBay you could earn points towards a new personalised credit card with a photo of your avatar on it. That would surely impress the geeks down at the Genius Bar at your local Apple store. Or how about a real life retailer setting up a virtual store where customers could go shopping for virtual supplies such as food and drink (avatars have to eat too you know)? All virtual purchases would obviously earn real-life loyalty points, which could then be exchanged for real products in their real stores. One can even imagine a real airline offering to fly avatars to virtual destinations - thereby earning virtual airmiles - or a virtual currency exchange where customers could exchange one unwanted virtual currency like airmiles for another such as supermarket loyalty points.
Ref: Make (US), March 2006, 'Future of credit cards - earning virtual currency for spending in the real world', P. Torrone. www.makezine.com BBC News (UK) 11 September 2005, 'Virtual property market is booming'. www.bbc.co.uk, Cnet News.com (US), 5 August 2005, 'Virtual gaming's elusive exchange rates',
D. Terdiman. www.news.com Wired (US), 23 January 2004, 'Virtual cash breeds real greed', D. Terdiman. www.wired.com See also http://gibreel.net/mmorates
Investing in happiness
Money may not buy you happiness, but trying to bring happiness to other people may make you rich. Credit Suisse has suggested that sectors that will benefit from people's quest to achieve happiness can be identified and used for financial gain. Sales of dental implants are set to rise and with cancer treatments improving, the oncology market is expected to double by 2010. Drugs that have a direct impact on a person's mood such as anti-depressants are sure to be a big success too. Closely related are enhancement foods that improve people's natural attributes and nano foods such as fries with calories that are not absorbed. With the population living longer and healthier, they are more likely to spend money on improving their appearance or taking holidays. A longer life expectancy has also promoted growth in the real estate market, with trusts that invest in retirement accommodation booming.
Ref: The Financial Times (UK), 3-4 June 2006, The Lex Column, 'Happiness' www.ft.com
Search words: happiness, ageing, investment
Do you speak my language?
Would you think that the name of a stock would affect its performance on the stock exchange? According to recent studies by psychologists at Princeton University, it does. It was found that people are more likely to buy stocks with memorable acronyms, and stocks with easily-pronounced names consistently sold better than stocks with less memorable ones. So people are willing to take mental shortcuts, even when it comes to investing.
Ref: The Times (UK), 3 June 2006, 'Easy money' S. Crompton. www.timesonline.co.uk
Search words: investment, psychology, simplicity
Unfair advice
Once upon a time it was car salesmen and politicians who were the least trusted. Now, according to a recent survey by Mintel (a UK-based market research firm), it's those in the financial profession. When asked who they thought would be likely to deal with them fairly, people rated investment managers among the worst, at only 4% Also ranked poorly were pension companies (7%), sitting on par with traffic wardens and just above real estate agents (5%) and politicians (4%). Other money related professionals that fared a little better were financial advisors (12%), though they were still ranked below lawyers (14%).The only professions held in high esteem by more that half the population were doctors, and even though they came in at top of the list, only 64% of people considered them 'fair'.
Ref: Weekly Telegraph (UK), Issue Number 775, 14-20 June 2006, 'Pension bosses loathed by public', S. Womack. www.telegraph.co.uk
Search words: Trust, reputation, advice
Blighted by debt
According to the Citizens Advice Bureau, an increasing number of British citizens are facing a lifetime of poverty and debt. The charity says the number of people seeking advice for financial problems has doubled over the past eight years, and the average amount owed is almost a third more than three years ago, now at £13,000. Those who visit the Bureau tend to have a lower income, earning around half the national average. So to pay off this debt at a rate they could afford would take around 77 years. Des Harker, the chief executive of Citizens Advice, says the main contributing factors are a low income, combined with poor financial decisions - credit card and personal loan debts making up the bulk of the amount owing. The charity has pressed the government to go ahead with plans for the Debt Relief Order, which will help write-off debts for low-income earners.
Ref: Weekly Telegraph (UK), Issue number 775, 14-20 June 2006, 'Charity warning over lives blighted by debt', S. Womack. www.telegraph.co.uk
Search words: debt, debt relief
Debt downunder
It's not just the British that are in debt, but Australians too. Information from debt-recovery company Prushka reveals that more and more young people are becoming bankrupt through the use of mobile phones and credit cards. CEO Roger Mendelson party blames the providers themselves, saying that in their eagerness to do business with young people, they only do cursory financial checks. But demographer Bernard Salt claims it's just the mindset of Generation Y, whose experience with the economy is very different to that of their parents. Growing up in world where everyone has become richer year by year and with no collective memory of the last recession, they have no reason to believe that life won't always be this good. Prushka has found that while people have tightened their belts to allow for increased petrol prices, they have done nothing to curb the use of credit cards, even when facing a rise in interest rates.
Ref: The Age (Aus), 7 June 2006, 'Mobiles, credit cards bankrupting young'. www.theage.com.au See also The Australian (Aus), 20 June 2006, 'A word to the Ys about boomers', B. Salt. www.theaustralian.com.au
Search words: debt, credit cards, mobile phones, Gen Y


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Q: Can you use the same view and angular controller without overwriting the data? I have an application using a PDF viewer-pdf angularjs made, this viewer uses a html template
with its own controller angularjs, this viewer want to use it in different catalogs (ie it is
global) viewer, I work well when I open one PDF catalog and position, but when you open another
I unlocked the other loads the pdf in the previous window and no where open, ie data overwrites me
Is there any way to resolve this, open the same viewer in several catalogs without affecting others?

A: If you make the PDF viewer a directive you should be able to achieve this because directives operate within their own scope.

A: That's why I created a service as shown:
angular.module('myModule',['pdf']).service('pdfService', function () {

    var pdfURL = "";

    var defineURL = function (url) {
        pdfURL = url;
    };

    var getURL = function () {
        return pdfURL;
    };

    return {
        defineURL: defineURL,
        getURL: getURL
    };

}).controller('DocControlador', ['$scope', 'pdfService', function ($scope, pdfService) {

    $scope.pdfName = '';
    $scope.pdfUrl = pdfService.getURL();
    $scope.scroll = 0;
    $scope.loading = 'cargando...';

    $scope.getNavStyle = function (scroll) {
        if (scroll > 100) return 'pdf-controls fixed';
        else return 'pdf-controls';
    }

    $scope.onError = function (error) {
        console.log(error);
    }

    $scope.onLoad = function () {
        $scope.loading = '';
    }

    $scope.onProgress = function (progress) {
        console.log(progress);
    }

}])

and here I pass I assign values to the variables of service from another controller:
pdfService.defineURL("\\Files\\1\\Charts\\" + $scope.fileName);

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Elvis Toci (born 1961) is an Albanian sport manager and president of the Albanian Ski Federation.

Elvis Toci is also honorary consul of Romania.

Biography
In addition to being a 15-year ski enthusiast, Toci brings to the table the experience of a career as an Associated Press reporter, businessman, developer and real estate investor. He is a graduate of the University of Bucharest and holds a postgraduate degree from Lancashire University. Toci is married and has two children.

Career
Elvis Toci began to have some international notoriety at the beginning of the 2022–23 FIS Alpine Ski World Cup when he was present in some races of the White Circus (Ski World Cup), to follow the 16-year-old Italian naturalized Albanian Lara Colturi, a young promise of alpine skiing.

References

External links

 Albanian Ski Federation at YouTube

1961 births
Living people
Albanian sports executives and administrators

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Has a BSc (Hons) in Physics from the University of Southampton.
"I've always had a camera, starting with a disposable film camera when I was 8 years old. Since then I have worked my way through one film and two digital compact cameras. I played with my father's Leica SLR whilst I was at university, and my love of photography increased from there.
Currently I own a Canon 400D dSLR and still borrow & play with the Leica SLR. I also own a Canon Powershot A710 IS, which goes everywhere with me.
In 2008, I set myself the challenge of taking a photograph every day of the year. Just doing this has helped me to develop my photographic skills further. I take photos of most subjects, but particularly enjoy taking photos of people."