The Best Movie in The World
The Spirit of Great Britain. Farnborough Airshow. The last Vulcan flying.
The Action Man Armoured Car.
Action Man.
Are you G I Joe?
The last of our August anniversaries is Andrew’s birthday on 28th. Bobby’s son. Born when Bobby was just 23. They lived in Carshalton Grove, in what was then the new Greater London Borough of Sutton and Cheam. (more…)
Covid-19 Guided Walk for One. Number 6: The Cleveland Way
The Cleveland Way
Each of those Whitby holidays was two weeks with grandchildren in August. The agreement was that Bobby had one day completely to himself. To walk along The Cleveland Way from Whitby. Either north towards Staithes. Or south to Robin Hood’s Bay and Scarborough.
Diddley at 60.
Our August season of anniversaries continues with Diddley’s birthday on 19th August. She would have been 70 this year. She left us four days after her birthday, five years ago on 23 August. But this is a celebration of life. Just like last week. Tributes to Diddley are listed at the foot but, for now, we will reprise her 60th Birthday spent in Harbour View Cottage, Whitby with her family. Oh how we loved those holidays in Whitby. Two weeks over five years with me and the grandchildren. Always in August for the school holidays. Always also the Whitby Regatta. What follows was mostly taken over two days 19-20 August 2010. It was to be a seaside birthday with all the trimmings. Everyone was asked to send seasidy birthday cards. We had music, bunting, rude post cards, balloons and a very special birthday cake designed by Bobby and made by E Botham, the best bakers in Yorkshire. We made china on the wet day. Went out on a speed boat on the dry one. And the famous yellow boat in the evening. It’s hard to believe that ten years has slipped by. (more…)
A Letter from Skokholm
Bertie: “Stop it Bobby! It’s going to your bleedin’ ‘ead!”
Richard and Giselle in their lighthouse home.
Staying Alive
Cardiac Rehab… Staying Alive
Staying Alive:
It’s seven o’clock on August 12 2019 on Dream Island. Richard tells Bobby the boat will be coming at 09.30. It’s time to pack and leave the island. A few more days in Solva, with Rosemary to pick me up. Dinner at Something’s Cooking that evening. He loves his fish and chips after a week of basic cooking. And it will be nice to see Tundi.
Here comes the Dale Princess.
Goodbye Skokholm. See you next year.
Goodbye Skomer too. See you next year.
See you later, Tundi.
And here is the Dale Princess. Our boat and old friend for the last twenty four years to the islands. It’s a glorious morning to say goodbye to Skokholm. See you next year. Passing Skomer, full of memories. And finally Martins Haven and the mainland. The last time to hump heavy luggage off the boat and up the hill out of the cove. But, as we know, he never made it. Or rather he did – in an ambulance. As Richard said at least he waited until he got to the mainland. The rest is history. Related before in a Very Serious Event.
But, for this story, we mustn’t forget what he was told in Swansea Morriston Hospital. He was very lucky. To survive, of course, but in particular that an hour earlier he had been on a remote Wildlife Island. The paramedics probably saved him in Martins Haven before the drive down the M4 at break neck speed. On the island… who knows? But there was one other significant event in Swansea hospital. Nowadays an inpatient only needs a smart phone for all communications with the outside world. A deluge of good wishes flowed his way on Facebook. Including old work mates from years ago. Some of whom had had similar experiences. One, another Richard, told him he must go to Cardiac Rehab. He did and that is the most important single thing he did towards recovery.
Having a heart attack.
X marks the cardiac spot.
In Welsh too. He couldn’t attend in Wales, of course, but the seed was sown.
He was offered an eight week course at Epsom General. Those eight weeks were great. Recovering from a heart attack is as much mental as physical. You are under medical supervision. Mary and Nikki – Cardiac Nurses. Steve – trainer. Blood pressure, weight, heart rate, camaraderie. Suddenly he did have a future. The once a week gym work at the hospital was combined with a fitness programme for the rest of the week. Over eight weeks the weight kept reducing and the fitness improving. All too soon it was over. How could he carry it on? Eventually he found a solution. Friend Rob said why didn’t he try the YMCA gym at Redhill?
He was referred by Epsom General with support from his doctor and joined Cardiac Rehab referral in the YMCA gym at Redhill. It was a revelation. John the trainer devised a programme for him that gave settings and times for each piece of apparatus. He made friends with kindred spirits, but also bought a pair of Bluetooth head phones to listen to his favourite music. Within a short while he was going three times a week. John upped the programme targets. This was great. Then came lockdown. How disappointing was that! After a short while, all the Cardiac Rehab group got an email from Wayne. Top cardiac trainer at the YMCA. Would we like to try an experiment? ZOOM GYM. We all did. Upwards of 25 settled in eventually to three days a week. One hour.
Warm up, work out, cool down. Muted while Wayne dishes out instructions, encouragement, banter and endless enthusiasm. Just recently they had a coffee morning in their own houses to celebrate 2000 attendances at zoom Cardiac Rehab gym. Bobby can’t believe his luck. He feels better now than before the heart attack. He is still slowly losing weight. Walking, cycling. He has his down days. GAD is sometimes lurking, but all he needs to do is to read this and remind himself that he was so lucky a year ago. So lucky with Epsom General, St Georges Hospital and the YMCA. But then I told him…. Being lucky is one thing. You have to make best use of your luck and I think he has.
This story was written on an iPad sitting on a swing seat all morning at Wisley Gardens. Read on for cardiac rehab tit-bits.
Swing seat by the river at Wisley Gardens.
A very expensive swing seat made by “Sitting Spiritually”.
Cardiac Rehab Titbits… Diary of a Heart Attack.
At first he was banned from driving. Bobby 2 came out and was wheeled to the bus stop. Then half way to Dorking. Then the whole way. Back home on the 93 bus. Waitrose were great. Each week he posted “Diary of a Heart Attack“ on Facebook. Based on Bobby 2, bears, and a T-shirt story. Here’s just a few. Music instead of stories. Even when he was allowed to drive, he wheeled Bobby 2 to Dorking for Cardiac Rehab. About two miles. Initially cardiac medication was in conflict with von Willebrands. The solution for three months was twice weekly visits to St George’s and the Ruth Myles unit. To be honest, it was no ordeal for him. Getting there was combined with fast walks. Morden Hall Park. Even towards central London. Many stories were written, including all those on the local tube trains. And, of course, regular contact with haemophilia nurses Roisin and Wandai was good for his mental state. As was going to an Airshow by train just six weeks after the very serious event. Catching a train to Wales for a long weekend to bring me back. I had a lovely time with Rosemary and learned to speak Welsh. Staying in London for Christmas. Climbing Swifts Hill in February, despite thinking he never would again. Going on the last course with the Gentle Author in Spitalfields. Lockdown has been difficult, but has been offset by the fitness programme. Country walks nearly every day. Zoom has transformed everything. Al-Anon, mindfulness but, most of all, Zoom gym from the YMCA. As far as the cardiac referred group are aware only the YMCA has offered this simply brilliant service. Long may it continue.
So… if you have a heart attack. Don’t die. If you survive you are dead lucky. Take advantage of our wonderful health service. And, most important of all, be sure to go to Cardiac Rehabilitation. And keep it up. Forever. You could be a new person. Thanks Richard.
Diary of a Heart Attack: Week 1. Puffins (T-shirt).
Fame:
Cardiac Rehab. Battle of Britain Airshow, Duxford… Spitfire.
Cardiac Rehab. Duxford… Gladiator.
Diary of a Heart Attack: Week 3. Bob the Red Squirrel.
Queen: I want to break free.
Cardiac Rehab. St George’s Hospital. Twice a week. Three months.
Diary of a Heart Attack: Week 5. Tour de France.
Katie Melua: Wonderful Life.
Cardiac Rehab. Going back to England. Diolch. Rosemary.
Cardiac Rehab. Saying thank you in St David’s Cathedral.
Cardiac Rehab. Meeting Hefyn, whose place in the Mindfully Bertie team will be announced soon.
Diary of a Heart Attack: Week 6. Shredded Wheat.
Simple Minds: Alive and Kicking.
Cardiac Rehab. National Trust, Morden Hall Park. Walking to St George’s.
Diary of a Heart Attack: Week 7. Leonard Cohen. One of Diddley’s t shirts which he has slimmed down to.
Reba McEntire: Starting all over again.
Cardiac Rehab. The tube train blogs.
Diary of a Heart Attack: Week 8. ”Mind the Gap”. He actually bought that T-shirt at the London Transport Museum purely for this picture. That’s what rehab does for you!
Sia: Never Give Up
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVqsS8RT88o
Cardiac Rehab. The birth of Great Grandson “Bobby”. Seen here with Little Jay.
Cardiac Rehab. Another week at St George’s. Meeting those wonderful haemophilia nurses Roisin and Wandai.
Diary of a Heart Attack: Week 10. “The Railway Children”. Getting thinner.
Emerson Lake and Palmer: Lucky Man.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89g1P_J40JA
Cardiac Rehab. Last week at Epsom General.
Cardiac Rehab. Last week at Epsom General. Thank you Mary, Nikki and Steve.
Cardiac Rehab. Autumn. Morden Hall Park. Walking to St George’s.
Dairy of a Heart Attack: Christmas Special.
Brenda Lee: Bring me sunshine.
Cardiac Rehab. Mary Poppins. A Christmas family occasion.
Cardiac Rehab. Climbing Swifts Hill again.
Cardiac Rehab. Flying Scotsmen at the Watercress Line shortly before lockdown.
Cardiac Rehab at the Black Cat Café Worthing. Little Jay and Bobby.
Cardiac Rehab. Last day in London. Fournier Street, Spitalfields.
Cardiac Rehab. Laurel Cottage on VE Day.
The biggest cock in the world stays safe. Dorking’s famous cockerel.
Cardiac Rehab. My, you have grown Bobby! Bobby and Jasmine.
Cardiac Rehab in the Surrey Hills.
Cardiac Rehab. Zoom gym, celebrating Fulham’s return to the Premier League.
Lighting a Lucky Candle for Diddley.
One day we will be back at Sutton United. “Up the “U’s”
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Waving at Trains.
And here is the last of of our trilogy of poems read by Bill Hicks. Roger McGough is first and
foremost a poet but was surprisingly popular in the sixties being a Liverpudlian in the Beatles era
within his comedy group The Scaffold.
Lily the Pink… The Scaffold: John Gorman, Mike McGear (brother of Paul McCartney), Roger McGough.
Roger McGough: Waving at Trains
Over the years there have been many times for the grandchildren waving at trains. Here’s just two:
The Romney Hythe and Dymchurch railway at Dungeness. Layla, Sonny and Ayla in 2010:
Click on the image for video.
The North Yorks Moors Railway. Sonny in 2011.
Click on the photo for the video.
Jay waving from a steam train. 2018.
Lighting a Candle for Diddley Waving at a Train
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Puffin
August is a month of anniversaries. Some happy. Some sad. All unforgettable. We have named our first anniversary “Puffin“.
Puffin
Another Sedentary Session.
“Cotswold Choice” by Frank Mansell.
It seems we are having a short season of poetry. All from the dulcet tones of Bill Hicks. It’s not surprising given that the Strolling Chums all live near to where Diddley came from in the Cotswolds. You will remember that we have often told stories about her friendship with the poet Frank Mansell. Indeed, the second story ever written for Mindfully Bertie was ‘Frank Mansell‘. One of her favourite poems by him was read by a recording of Frank himself at her funeral. She had many stories about Frank. Who knows what were true or the result of her vivid imagination? She told us that all the places named in ‘Cotswold Choice’ were really the ladies that Frank felt unrequited about. ‘Slad’ in fact, she maintained, was her own mother Sarah! In the film that follows you will see views of Slad taken from Swifts Hill where we laid her ashes.
Cotswolds Choice by Frank Mansell (click on the picture).
Order of service at the funeral.
Lighting A Candle for Diddley.
“Just you and me Bobby! And those goddamned ducks. Hope you like the music I have chosen for tonight’s relaxing candlelit bath.”
Nina Simone (click on the picture).
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GAD Revisited
Bertie: “Bobby? Are you feeling OK, mate? You seem in a bit of a muddle.”
Bobby: “I think a lot of people are, Bertie, in these troubled times. Especially older people, who feel isolated while the world talks about all the things they want to reopen while we old grunters are just interested in staying safe. I wrote about it in Bobby’s Rant.” (more…)