How to take a year out and be even busier than before

Since finishing a Master’s dissertation in August and getting my results in December 2016, I decided to take the year out before going back to university in October 2017. You know that line from Robert Burns – something about the best-laid plans of mice and men? Well although not a registered student for the last nine months, I do seem to have been kept rather busy.

Let’s begin in January, with training for a 165-mile walk. I walked well over 100 miles in January, never less than three miles in a day and sometimes seven or eight. I was deep in training and determined to be able to make the walk along the Sarn Helen Roman road in Wales by the summer. Then I began to get pain in my feet. Searing pain. Right through the soles of my feet. It was crippling. Still I walked though, right through February at a similar rate. I developed Achilles tendonitis on both heels and plantar fasciitis in both feet. I kept on walking. As it happens, I love walking and I had begun in the latter part of 2016 to document a regular one-mile circuit around the village I live. I photograph the flora, fauna, and other interesting objects as I walk. I’ve been posting many of those pictures on Instagram and I will at some point start to load them on to this blog as a running record of the seasons in North Essex.

In March, the Essex Book Festival rolled into action. The opening weekend was in Colchester and I co-led a walk around the Roman town walls with Dr Chris McCully from the LiFTS dept at the University of Essex. Chris had been one of my lecturers and we had already walked the walls as part of our studies, so it was lovely to do it again. It rained of course – it always does on such events, but a good time was had by all and Chris shared a new poem with us at the end of the walk. Later the same day, I also assisted Chris with a writing workshop at Firstsite in Colchester. I attended and assisted with several other events for the Book Festival throughout March and had the privilege of meeting in person some truly great writers such as A L Kennedy and Sarah Perry. I was of course, truly star-struck! March was not a good month for walking and I was gradually coming to realise that Sarn Helen was slipping out of my grasp. The pain in my feet and heels was causing considerable interference with my plans.

April, however, began with a Writing Retreat, organised by the Essex Book Festival and hosted at the Othona Community at Bradwell on Sea, Essex, in conjunction with Radical Essex. Othona wrapped its arms around all the participants. You can read some of the resultant writing from participants HERE. It was also at Othona that I received the news I really didn’t want to hear – I had failed in my bid for funding for PhD study. I came home with my tail between my legs and spent two days shaking and sulking, before sitting myself down and giving myself a long hard talking to. I decided that if a PhD was not going to happen, then I could and should make plans for what to do next. I began plotting and came up with a fab idea (I’m not going to tell you about it here – that’s for another time because I still intend to do it!). Ten days later, I received another email and all my prayers had been answered – I was to receive CHASE funding after all! If you were in North Essex and heard any loud screaming and wailing at around 4.30pm on 21st April, that would have been when I opened the email. I rang my husband, my children, my brother and my sister and my closest friend. I had to keep saying it so that I could believe it.

In between those two emails, I had also applied for an internship with the Harwich Festival of the Arts. On the morning of 21st April, I received an invitation to interview with the Festival.

21st April was rather a good day!

I went on to be successful at interview and was appointed as Intern to the Harwich Festival of the Arts to manage a project during the Festival at the end of June. I produced six ‘micro-festivals’ consisting of performances of music, song, poetry and dance in many different forms, over an eight-day period. All performers we allotted ‘UP to 20’ minutes to perform in the Bandstand at Cliff Park in Harwich. It was a great success and proved the concept works. The Harwich Festival will repeat UP to 20 in 2018 and I hope to be involved in some way.

During the summer, I also attended two academic conferences, more about those in another blog post though.

As a family, we have welcomed two new members this summer, just two weeks apart. It’s been a busy year, so far. There is much more to come I have no doubt. In the meantime, I prepare for re-entry to the University of Essex – 2nd October.

Countdown – 17 days to go.

An interview and two reviews…

The last two weeks have been both eventful and uneventful – in equal measure, for me. First, I have had an interview in respect of a PhD place at the University of Essex to continue my writing work there, and have been accepted and offered a place on the course. I have accepted the offer. In October 2017, I will embark upon a great adventure – three years of writing and research – and I am super excited about it.

The day after my interview, I bent down to pick up a sock from the floor (I have four sons – I’ve done this on virtually a daily basis for the last thirty years) and the most awful sound came from my back, accompanied by searing pain. I thought I might be stuck on the ground until someone walked past me but being the bloody-minded person that I am, and in no uncertain terms wanting to be found in such a state by one of my sons, I dragged myself up off the floor using the kitchen counter tops and managed not to throw up in the process. I have never felt pain like it. I had flashbacks of my husband hurting his back thirty years ago whilst unloading a lorry full of parcels in the yard at my parents-in-law’s house. They used a pallet on a forklift truck to lift a chair up to him and his father and brother lifted him on to it before delivering the pallet to the back door, manhandling him, still on the chair, into the kitchen and calling the doctor. The GPs advice was for him to be taken to bed and laid with a board under his mattress – for as long as it took. Six or more months of osteopathy later, he was still in pain.

Now I’m not being funny but this was less than 48 hours before Christmas. I just didn’t have time to be taking to my bed, so I stood up, screamed in pain, got some help to put my walking boots on and off out I went – my hiking poles hiding the fact that I could not have put one foot in front of the other without the support they gave. I walked, half a mile, then walked back again and collapsed in a heap in an armchair. I took copious amounts of pain relief; of almost every sort I could find in the cupboard. The wheat pack was thrown into the microwave, time after time till it started to smell rather over-cooked, then I reached for the TENS machine and kept on pressing those buttons till I could feel nothing but the buzzing throughout my body and then I slipped into a fitful sleep. A couple of hours later, hubby jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow and asked if I would like to go to bed. I growled ‘yes please,’ and limped my way up the stairs.

As it turns out, the best thing I could have done was to keep on the move and though I am still sore now, a week later, I am on the mend and back to walking three miles a day, albeit in two shifts. This has pretty much destroyed my carefully constructed training schedule, not to mention giving my faith in my ability to walk Sarn Helen a good shake. But I’m still determined I will do it, in April, as planned – you watch and see!

Santa delivered small gifts for each of us this year. Hubby and I now have fitness tracker bracelets to ensure we both get up and move about more. They have received varying welcomes. Mine is a EFOSHM ( currently priced at £29.99, though less than half that when Santa purchased it. It works well with my iPhone 6 and the app does a fine job of showing how well (or not) I am doing. It records the number of steps taken each day, the number of calories burned, a goal for the number of steps I need to walk each day, and analyses my sleep patterns when worn at night. I can also track my activity via GPS through the app if I wish to. I can program several different activities and set sedentary alarms to buzz on my wrist if I sit still for too long. It has proved simple to use and at the price, something I am very happy with. The biggest negative is that when worn at night, when you move your wrist, the display lights up and being a mum who is used to being on the alert all night for many years, it disturbs my sleep, so I take it off at night to prevent that happening.

Hubby’s bracelet is also a heart rate monitor by TINCINT …( ) currently priced at £27.99, though rather less than that when Santa purchased it a few weeks ago. This one has not been such a success I’m afraid. Hubby tried for several hours with much swearing and cursing, to pair it with his Android phone – it refused to pair with the phone and crashed the app each time he tried. Now Santa is a canny chap and had tried it out when it arrived from Amazon, though on his iPhone, so he knew the darned thing worked. The next thing we tried was to load up the iPhone app on hubby’s iPad and try to pair the bracelet again – bingo! This is working well though the app is clunky and does not do as much as mine. Reviews on the Android app prove we are not alone in this as they are mostly dismal. Again, we had an issue with night time illumination. Hubby took his bracelet off in the night and put it on his nightstand, only to find that once it was not on his wrist, the heart rate sensors have green lights that flash on and off like a belisha beacon, searching for a heartbeat – it got tossed on the floor under the bed for the night.

Overall, I think we will both make good use of these gizmos and hopefully they will guide us toward more healthy activity levels. Please note, these reviews are my own opinions and have not been solicited by anyone. They may not match with your experiences but are an accurate reflection of mine.

Moving On, Walking On

The past three weeks have been manic at times. Ever closer to the end of November when MA results will be announced, stress levels are climbing, day on day. Walking has helped and continues to do so. It is the one time when I can clear my head and creativity has a chance to peek through, though walking with the dog has been problematic in windy weather – he gets a wild streak in the wind and pulls me all over the place.

I’ve been working with my iPhone camera whilst out on foot rather than carrying my beloved but much heavier and bulkier Canon 500D. This has met with varying degrees of success and some abject failures but is, I feel, worth going on with.



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The landmark event of the last two weeks is that I have begun the process of application for PhD research. I experienced an almost biblical realisation regarding my proposed research project which has concreted my ideas and enabled the first draft of the resultant thesis proposal flow from my pen with relative ease. There is still much work to be done on it but I do have a skeleton on which to hang the flesh of the proposal – which is good. I will publish the outline of the proposal here in time, but would rather not tempt the fates into blocking it any time before I have applied for and hopefully achieved, funding for the project. Suffice for now to say that walking will be one of my primary sources of research. I will be walking in the fens of Lincolnshire, along the spine of Wales on the Sarn Elen trail, and around Colchester and North Essex over the next two years. I also hope to spend some time with a travelling community. The first walk will be along Sarn Elen in the Spring of 2017 if all goes according to my plan.

The next two weeks will be spent refining the proposal and getting it submitted along with the other paperwork required – really would like to have it submitted before the end of the month so that I have some chance of a decision before the end of the term in mid-December. I’ll report back here on progress.

Till then, keep on walking on!