Visiting Richard and Wendy Hill

Roach (Rutilus rutilus) carved by Richard Hill in 1975 and 2010

I took the train to Havant to see Richard and Wendy Hill again. I forgot the number of their house, cycled by, turned my head and there he was to usher me into his home where Wendy had a cup of tea ready.

I restrained myself from asking, despite my keenness to see the sleek carving of the roach he'd finished. He gave it to Jack forty years ago - a fish he'd carved in profile - right side only - from a piece of the taffrail of an old paddle steamer. J fixed it to the bedhead at Raven Cottage (Googlemaps identifies the wrong address) where he lived to the end of his life in 1994. This March Richard took the fish back from me after I'd asked if he'd carve the blank side.

He'd done an exquisite job as I knew he would - adding an eye, a gill, a second pectoral fin, filling fixing holes in the fish's uncarved flank, scarfing a new tip for the chipped tail fin.

I knew Richard would balk at any payment, but I'd been able to dig out a passport of JH's with signature and photo as a small souvenir and gift.

I'd met Richard because he'd sought my help getting permission to extract a film* from the archive in Plymouth of him taking Jack fishing long ago - a day that J made into an episode of Out of Town. Richard showed me a DVD put together by South West Film and Television Archive of him, two friends - Eddie Cooke and Jamie Fox - fishing for Black Seabream off Littlehampton in 1975. Jennie Constable and her colleagues at SWFTA managed, out of hundreds of separated clips, to marry Stan Bréhaut's film with a background soundtrack, and sent it to him. I've borrowed this, ripped it and added some titles and uploaded it to Vimeo (click on the four diverging arrows next to the word Vimeo to get full screen).

We enjoyed each other's company chatting about everything until it was time for my train back to Birmingham. Richard wrapped the wooden fish carefully and I brought it home. * * * That same evening Kim and Tanya and I had one of our regular reunion suppers at Henry's in St.Paul's Square, sharing news, speculating about the future, wondering what's going to happen - "let's be adventurous" - ordering nearly all the same things. "People are vexed aren't they?" I said, retailing recent incidents. "I was in a shop the other day buying ciggies, and caught the tail end exchange 'anyone could be redundant'. I was in front of a large new car cycling to a meeting at Warwick. The driver abruptly hoots at me, mainly, though I don't really understand, for being in front of him. As I left Euston station a man in his thirties with an earphone and a sagging shirt muttered 'Idiot!' I was cycling slower than he was walking. 'F*ck off' he muttered not even glancing askance as he scurried by' I was puzzled but not as dismayed as this morning on New Street concourse. A man walked by trailing a loose lace. 'Excuse me, your shoelace's undone' I called, 'Piss off' he says not looking at me." Casual incivilities. Growing cracks in a strained dyke? The recession isn't bringing visible privation - yet. "Maslow's hierarchy reversed. A vacation that can't happen; a voyage postponed more and more indefinitely. Hope of a place at university recedes; a house move grows impractical. Young people can't leave the parental nest. A business can't expand. Hopes become attenuated. "perhaps it's that being older I forget my own volatility when younger." Tanya and Kim asked me about Greece. I surfed impressions - strongest in their impact on Linda and me are local robberies. We'd felt free of that. Then in early May I heard of two burglaries - one from the home of an acquaintance in the centre of Corfu town; another from the house of relatives of friends on the fringe of Ano Korakiana and I read that Teacherdude in Thessaloniki- whose street blog with images on how things are in Greece I value - had had his apartment robbed yet again.

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MY NOTES ON THE MIDWEEK CABINET SEMINAR

To supplement recollections. The event was put together by xx & ** with Simon Baddeley, Birmingham University, as facilitator. The programme, from 1000-1530, was introduced by the Leader and CEO, followed by a talk and discussion with ** ***, Mayor of *** then two sessions – one from the senior council lawyer on decision rules and one from head of corporate strategy on ***'s structures and processes, a talk from Simon on constructing trust at the political-management interface, followed by two exercises – one facilitated by Simon B and *** *** exploring differences in perspective among members and officers in the policy process, with the final session led by the Leader looking at issues surrounding the development of a performance framework for Cabinet

Leader of the Council: What does ‘cabinet’ mean? What are we going to do? How do you want to lead the council in a different way? Every member of staff behave like a parent, treat members of the public as if they were a relative. Treat council finances with the same care as you would your own money. Innovative approach to problems – whether with officers or people outside. Important the Leader and CE work together, and remember we are the politicians.

CEO: We want the same close working relationships we had with the previous administration. Positive things. We don’t have to broker now between parties. We need to be told how in future you want us to manage things. “We need to be told that” ‘Talk-machine’. How staff see and note the officer-member conversation. Extremely difficult times. We want to be challenged. “A draft is a draft”. We’re here to help you on the journey.

*** *** Mayor of *** - Taking power: working with councillors and officers: What was the vote? Manifesto – respect for detail. How to get it into the Corporate Plan of the authority. Meetings, meetings meetings with officers. How will it work on the ground? How much £? Group has already worked up proposals within the officer machine. A method of performance management – embedded, strong performance management, scheme – web based programme. – In-depth quarterly reviews of performance, key projects – phone charges – detail. “Don’t get sucked in.” Follow the finances – your relationship with the direction of finances. (We brought in financial competency at 2nd/3rd tier. Expensive but essential).

Councillors’ role in changing the system. Capacity/competence. Procurement is managerial but it’s also political. Political-management. Capital projects. BSE. Decent homes. Make it possible for “officers to ‘fess up.”

Relations with senior officers – strong relationships/ strong partnerships. Can take years. Away-days. Tricky but you need quality time with them. Myers-Briggs? Relations with the wider political party - have a detailed performance ledger to show them what you're achieving with what resources.

Structures and decision-making. Principle Lawyer/Head of Corporate Strategy

SB on political-management leadership. ‘Cabinet’ is still a relatively new idea in local government. Can you present your portfolios in 3 minutes? Present and defend each other’s portfolios? Speak for Cabinet if required? These challenges are made manageable by the quality of your collaboration; the quality of briefing from officers. Constructing trust. Recognise tensions between political and managerial spheres. Working where these activities overlap. Negotiating the overlap. Simplistic separation of policy (members) and implementation (officers) not an option given communication and trust needed to address ‘wicked’ challenges. A frequent conversation in political-management space is about where policy is made. A 'fuzzy grey area' that needs to expand. This can be compared to ‘policies’ about what is cooked and eaten in a restaurant. Decisions by a guest presented with a menu are constrained by decisions made in the kitchen about the menu’s content. Choice may be widened; the initiative shifted if there’s prior discussion, between chef and guest, about the menu. Choice-making becomes more sophisticated as the guest learns more about how the kitchen works and the chef learns more about customers’ tastes. Guest palate and chef’s cuisine may - via mutual learning based on conversation, tasting, observation, ratchet up the quality of the relationship between what’s cooked and what’s eaten, making it increasingly difficult to tell where decisions are made about what gets served, even though it remains clear who’s guest and who’s chef. (‘don’t get sucked in’”, “If the chef insists on observance of certain health and safety rules before you enter the kitchen, that shouldn’t be construed as reluctance to have you in there.”)

SB/** Officer-member perceptions exercise

Leader of the Council - ‘Performance framework for Cabinet’

• Ability to defend the Cabinet beyond the scope of your portfolio

• Engagement with the local population – keeping in touch with the voters. ‘Winning the argument in the community” “Being political champions”. Campaigning

• Building an understanding and keep on refreshing that understanding of finance + the way money is spent in your portfolio (and beyond)

• Taking people with you → public perceptions

• Knowing what the risks are

• How you recover from a bad situation

• Managing political risk

SB suggested evolving a web profile of Cabinet – first for internal understanding among Cabinet members and senior officers, other members and all officers, and as its refined, the public domain (not a big exercise. With the web so available, a cabinet profile can be assembled piecemeal by individual Cabinet members. S volunteered to help)

*** *** Amy's changed her name and is now in the police. Her formal training started in April; continues to October, followed by two years' probation. With public sector cuts these posts are vulnerable, but cutting front-line policing is politically unpopular with the public.

And on the Ano Korakiana website Thanassis has posted a picture of me walking with Amy to the church on her wedding day and sent this sweet message:

Γάμος και χαρά

Οι συγχωριανοί και φίλοι μας, ο Simon και η Lin, βρέθηκαν αυτήν την περίοδο στην Αγγλία με αφορμή ένα ευτυχές γεγονός: στις 17 Μαΐου παντρεύτηκε η κόρη τους στην εκκλησία Alvie στη Σκωτία, σε στενό οικογενειακό και φιλικό περιβάλλον. Όπως σημειώνουν στο blog τους, η τελετή ήταν απλή σαν την εκκλησία και η μουσική έπαιζε για την περίσταση. Ο ιερέας τους καλωσόρισε και η γαμήλια τελετή άρχισε με την απαγγελία ύμνων, ενώ οι δύο γονείς ήταν φανερά συγκινημένοι...

Τους ευχόμαστε ολόψυχα κάθε ευτυχία…

The posting titled 'marriage and happiness' finishes: .

...the priest welcomed them and the wedding ceremony began with the recitation of hymns, while both parents were visibly excited ... We wish them every happiness ...

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On Tuesday I met with friends at The Soho Foundry pub to learn, after missing several meetings, about progress on winning support for Black Patch Park. Harjinder, Andrew, Barbara, Ron - our chair, and Sue were in our group. Links have at last been made with residents of Murdoch Avery and Boulton Roads who are concerned about Midland Heart's plans for their future.

There's no money - now or in the future - beyond the most basic maintenance from Sandwell Council responsible for stewarding the park. On Saturday the council will provide us and other volunteers with a skip, gloves and litter-pickers so we can spend a couple of hours cleaning up. Harjinder has been working over the last year on listing all potential partners and the group commented on a final draft of a membership form - to build up support and raise money through subs. We do not seem to be a site for drug users, mugging or other delinquencies - possibly because though full of large trees, hedges and shrubs the park is quite conspicuous from the surrounding roads and most of its users travel to the park from quite a distance. Its relative isolation in a limbo between Birmingham and Sandwell turns out an advantage. Part of our strength comes from Ted Rudge's work in bringing back the history of the Gypsy connection with the Black Patch and the support we've had campaigning from old Gypsy families. Another strength comes from the footballers and the value they place on this piece of ground. The hoped for connection with next door Soho Foundry remains tenuous. Sandwell with many other local councils is deeply cash strapped but at least the Soho Foundry has been moth-balled rather than set for demolition.

Black Patch Park, Foundry Road, Sandwell

** ** ** Very encouraging news about the old band building - a most handsome but semi-derelict structure at the top of Ano Korakiana. We'd heard rumours of an application for a restoration grant. That's now in the pipeline along with grants for musical instrument:

Με το έγγραφο αυτό η Νομαρχία θα προχωρήσει εντός των ημερών στη δημοσίευση πρόσκλησης ανοικτού διαγωνισμού στον Τύπο, προκειμένου να αναδειχτεί ο Ανάδοχος του Έργου, στις 29 Ιουνίου (αν όλα πάνε καλά), οπότε θα ανοιχτούν οι προσφορές.Ήδη σήμερα, στη Συνεδρίαση της αρμόδιας Νομαρχιακής Επιτροπής, εγκρίθηκε η διενέργεια του διαγωνισμού.Έτσι, μάλλον ολοκληρώνεται η πρώτη φάση της προετοιμασίας, της εξασφάλισης χρηματοδότησης και της προκήρυξης του διαγωνισμού και στο μεσο-καλόκαιρο θα ξεκινήσει η φάση της υλοποίησης.

There'll be an invitation to tender and the successful bidder should be announced on 29 June '10.

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*Except for commercial material sold on DVD of Jack Hargreaves' Out of Town series, I had, until the SWFTA's collection appeared, a number of extracts recorded on domestic VHS video recorders. I'm enormously grateful to people who donated copies preserved this way and then donated them to me, and since kept on CD as MPG and MOV files. Here's an example:

Jack Hargreaves 'Out of Town' ~ Dorset Buttons

The village band is going to Thessaloniki

Mr Leftheris and his married daughter, Natasha, mother of Dimitra

'Our' band - The Spyros Samaras Philharmonic Society of Ano Korakiana - leaves from Corfu town via Igoumenitsa on Friday morning to play in Thessaloniki. The village will be missing its young for a weekend. There was bustle in the bandroom above the clinic last night and yesterday morning Natasha, the Leftheri’s daughter, was polishing her daughter Dimitra’s helmet in preparation for the journey.

The shutters we bought are installed but for one problem. Alan had suggested they’d fit better if the hinge straps were bent back straight. When he did it on one of the jambs with a sturdy wrench it worked fine. When I did it the hinge socket broke its weld.

“No no no no! Why me?” I plead. I get out my mobile…“Alan?” (plaintive phone call and explanation) “Bring it over and I’ll weld it back for you. Simple.” “Thank you Alan – so much”. This heartfelt gratitude for another's abilities I lack, so reminds me of my exchanges with my stepfather and with those friends I have who can do joinery, plumbing, welding, electrics, plastering, roofing and - just name it – craftsmanship, manual skill – sometimes demeaningly recommended for those not 'suitable' for the professions or for academic work. Twaddle on stilts. Yet installed in popular assumption like the ‘tradesman’s entrance’ on houses, a bizarre turn in our mental archaeology, though by no means original - consider the long fingernails of the mandarins to show they didn't work with their hands. Pathetic. How I envy the talents of carpenters and farmers and admire myself when I achieve something that at least approximates their craft – like the cypress floor we’ve restored here, the banisters and - until I broke the hinge - hanging these shutters – and I haven’t even mentioned knitting, sewing, embroidery, weaving, more skills that should be part and parcel of being educated along with reading, writing, keyboarding , drawing, painting and making music. I found Alan at the bottom of his rambling garden working amid organised chaos - one of his favourite ideas.

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"Mr Simon!" A gentleman called out from outside our house this morning and delivered a handwritten note from Nico, one of our neighbours a few metres up Democracy Street. It was a suggestion visit www.corfuland.gr - where among other interesting things there was an old colour film from British Pathé - a short sketch of Corfu in 1962. It was made when I was twenty, the same summer I sailed from England to Greece and back in Danica with two friends.

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Flashbacks to C.P.Snow on campus politics, in this case reading a flurry of shared email exchanges circulating proposals and debate on the future of where I work:

The Review Group recommends that INLOGOV reviews its use of Associates as soon as possible with a view to:

1. formalising relationships with those Associates whose contribution furthers the core academic mission;

2. initiating a process of disengagement from those Associates whose contribution does not further the core academic mission; and

3. mitigating against over-dependence on these individuals.

A colleague’s comment:

The Review Group proposed the mission statement: ‘to create, disseminate and evaluate academic insight that enhances the politics, policy and strategic management of local government’ … If we are to tinker with it - and I think there may be argument to run with it for a while, given that it's now been approved (subject to consultation?) by the university executive board - then I'd simply insert 'democratic' before 'politics' in this statement…

Email from another colleague:

Hi Simon. Have just got back from 'the meeting’ … if you stick to the idea that you quite like the thrust of the mission statement, and that it represents an endeavour to which you and your work already make a key contribution and would continue to in the future … Hope all that's somewhat reassuring…we can chat… when you return. All best wishes, C

The morningscape shifts towards autumn. On 1 October we return to England to work in Birmingham. Seldom has a sojourn here seemed to pass so quickly, filled with many things including concerns about change at home and anticipation - pleasurable - of work through November in Australia, with John Martin, where the weather moves towards summer, and where I read news of red sand coating Sidney and the land around.

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Alan's refixed the broken hinge which had been held by a tiny strip of faulty weld. Perhaps it's a good thing it went when it did. The shutters are looking good - after a little more careful bending of the hinge straps and sanding of the wood frame above - though we'll need to sand and apply deep Corfu green instead of that blue, more typical of the Aegean. I'll add an iron peg top and bottom on which to close the doors.

Good Friday

This is the time of the Judas blossom, of grief and celebration - more important in Greece than Christmas, with less shopping. Christmas includes buying stuff the same way pagan mid-winter solstice, onto which Christianity attached Nativity, was a time to slaughter and eat livestock and fill the larder for the rest of winter. On the path next to our house young Leftheri was sweeping so his dad could renew the whitewash on the steps, and across the village - and just about everywhere - the edges of roads, paths and frontages are smartened this way; lamb spits are displayed in shops, carcases in the butchers; flowers flourish; and today, though shops are open, there's singing in churches and preparation for sad evening processions. Earlier, from the upper ramparts of Corfu's Old Fort we saw ferries, on busier schedules from Igoumenitsa, bringing people home for Easter.Down at Kontokali where the four of us go to for errands with England and Australia the priest has painted ΧΑ - Χριστός ανέστη - across the road and a Greek sea captain drew Annie and John into a pose so he could take a picture. In these times our minds are here in Corfu while the news glances off us - news of the receding G20, recession, depression and portents made more ominous by the pleasures of our surroundings - and gets done in episodes, a grant application here, a research bid there, a bill followed up here and a cash transaction there as Lin helps Amy buy her first house in England. I like the way we've been abandoning that separation of work and play, labouring and vacationing, career and retirement, that was part and parcel of 19th century industrialisation. I'm not sure I understand the full implication of shifting from a dichotomy thoroughly instilled at school. I guess for many it can feel as if work has intensified, spread its demands on every hour in every place, and become. for some, an internalised obsession. It depends on your relationship with your employer or - if you're self-employed - with different parts of your conscience. * * * Friday night at supper, a pause in our conversation “The band!” A sound of drums as the Samaras Philharmonia, back from playing in the city disappeared up towards the church at the end of Bravi Street followed by a couple of late trombonists buttoning dark blue uniforms with canary yellow piping. We turned out to watch by the green railings at the top of the steps. The L’s sat outside en famille – elder Mrs L’s sister and husband visiting. “They’ll be back in 5 minutes” said Mrs L younger. We returned to supper, then cleared the table, then heard drums again; this time behind a sloped cross and banner carried by youngest Leftheris and dad, ahead of two more neighbour’s children with cross-topped staves, then through the narrows topped by a phalanx of tubas - swaying - with solemn lament, amplified by high walls, came Ano Korakiana’s band slowly advancing beneath the gentle lights of the darkened street behind their conductor. Whispered Mrs L pointing her out “My daughter.” Dimitra was there in the foremost rank of young flautists, just acknowledging us, as the funeral procession passed within inches on the crowded street. The bier with an icon prone of the Christ, then the priest in purple and elders with candles, then a gap for us to join the following of villagers with candles a hundred yards down to the small church at whose door microphones were prepared beneath an incense burner. An old lady, smiling, encouraged Annie to peer inside its warm light-sprinkled interior before the priest arrived. We saw Katya and Thanassis Spingos who came forward to welcome us and make us xenoi feel we belonged with a hug and kisses, which everyone does here, so you needn’t feel alone in the whole world (we all have had or will have our own Passions – a child, sister, brother, lost to death or drugs, a parent to erosive senility, our own unknown death – and any secularist like me who hasn’t understand the need for company in the modern world’s indifferent corridors has perhaps learned other ways of finding the consolation of strangers). The priest holding the bible – red velvet with a silver crucifix - spoke the litany, responses “Kyrie Eleison” from the elders, then the creed, discrete crossings – thumb to forefinger stroking the chest - a solemn “Amen” and a plate of spring carnations and petals which the Father scattered on the bier and the road and, amid more embraces between those walking and those gathered outside their lighted houses, the procession returned up Democracy Street, young L giving us a grin from beneath his banner, followers including us peeling off when it passed their house. Older Mr L told us which tunes had been played – one Italian composer whose name I didn’t catch “Hamlet – not Shakespeare – Verdi – No”, Beethoven’s Eroica and Chopin’s March Funebre. “Make sure to get into town early tomorrow”.