A month ago an email was passed on to me about a charity event to take place at the Humber Bridge
on the 18th of July. The charity was the RNIB who work to improve the lives of the blind and partially sighted.
My sister Charlotte is blind in one eye so this worthy cause struck a particular chord with me.
The challenge was to abseil off the bridge down to the fore shore below. I sent off the necessary
paper work and received sponsorship forms from RNIB.
Through the generosity of friends, family, and local businesses I was able to raise nearly £150.00.
On the afternoon of the 18th I was buzzing with excitement as we drove towards Hessle foreshore.
As we neared the Humber Bridge we saw crowds of people all staring upwards.
On our arrival it became clear I was in the wrong place.
Many thanks to Sophie who escorted me through the country park to the right place
in order to register for my abseil and process the sponsor money.
I joined a long queue of people from different parts of the country and of all ages.
Some were dressed in St Trinians outfits one couple were splendidly kitted out as Batman and Robin.
I have to admit I started to fret at this point as the full realisation of what I had signed up to do hit me. I was the tender age of ten or eleven when I did my last abseil down a Nyanga cliff face in Zimbabwe. A few years have passed since then and I was hoping I wasn't going to choke.
A small group of us made our way up to the road and on to the bridge where we were greeted
by one of the officials who told us to continue walking along the pedestrian walkway.
In the distance we could see people leaning over the barrier staring at the crowds below.
During this walk I made an effort to talk to the others in my group to try and create a
feeling of camaraderie. There was Chris from Driffield, Katherine from Sheffield, Louise
and Cheryl and every one of them was nervous about going over the edge.
After waiting a while it was our turn to get harnessed up ready. We were all checked thoroughly to make certain all the straps were buckled and fastened securely and our helmets properly adjusted to ensure the highest levels of safety.
After donning a pair of gloves I was ready.
I had watched half a dozen or so go down so I had a clear idea of what was required.
It seemed to me that the best way to approach the task was to make sure when your feet left the side of the bridge your head was well below the rest of your body. I had noticed a few people banging in to the railings through not leaning out far enough.
Here we go, I thought as I climbed over the railings after first being attached
to a safety rope. Just in case you fall of the edge, the helpful chap said.
I manoeuvred myself so that my feet were either side of the rope and was instructed to lean out as
far as I could holding on to the belay rope.
By letting the belay rope slip through my hands I was able to inch further and further out until I was almost horizontal.
This year I returned to that ever so laaaarrrrgggggeeee festival. Some call it gluttony, some
Glastonbury. Arriving a day early meant the ground was dry when I put up tent.
Rain, then wind, then sun, then rain. Sun, heavy rain, then it pissed it down
again..........another washout at Glasto, surely not?
Going Down - World Music Day at Queens Gardens Saturday 19th June By Jane Foster
I'd been praying that the rain would hold off for this very special event at Queens Gardens.
Luckily it did for most of the day, and with bands from as far afield as Zimbabwe and Afghanistan,
we all ended up dancing our little socks off..
The day was organised by Chris Smith at the Warren centre, and hats off to
him for putting on a great event
Going Down - Cannabis March to smoky bears picnic in Pearson Park By Carl Wagner
The bullying nature of the so called war on drugs makes it difficult for many people to even voice an opinion on cannabis, so well done to the 100 or so that turned up for the 4th annual cannabis protest march.
The march left Queens Gardens at 1.00 pm with a police escort, and noisily worked its' way through the city centre
Going Down - Get Your Tools Out, Girls! - Ladies Night at Nortech By Michelle Dee
On Tuesday 25th May I accompanied Cilla to Nortech Ladies Night on Drypool Way.
I didn't really know what to expect.
There were various trade stalls with impressive looking tools on show!
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Going Down - Rain Didn't Stop Voices In Play By Rich Mills
I awoke this morning to a miserable day. Quite depressing after all the glorious sun we've had lately. More so because today was to be a large out-door event organised by community activists Voices In Play.
It's A Community Knockout, supposed to be held at Princess
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Review - Bhangra Bollywood night at Stratten Hall 17th April 04 By Jane Foster
This night was organised by Mrs Kamlesh Singh, from the Lakh Kushia shop on Newland Avenue.
Lakh Kushia specialises in all things Eastern, and was set up to attract people from all sections of the local community.
This was the second of these nights to take place - the first one being a
Going Down - An EveningWith The Dark Poet - Bill Hicks Anniversary Tribute At the Adelphi By Rich Mills
It seems strange to be doing a review of Bill Hicks ten years after his death from pancreatic cancer. On 26th of February 1994, the world became a darker place.
However, a legacy of words that has resonated across the years, shows that the man who described himself as a dark poet was a shining light.
A genius with a razor sharp wit, who never compromised, and only spoke the truth!