Making a fuss

Suffragetter at Barnaby Parade - part of Barnaby Festival 2018, Macclesfield
Getting into the swing…..Suffragettes at Barnaby Parade

The idea of making a fuss is an anathema to me. And I’m certainly not a parade or protest kind of person – making a fuss in public, in a crowd. I don’t think so.

It was a surprise even to me, then, to find myself gathering in a car park with a mixed bunch of nearly 100 suffragettes, some in full Edwardian, and some, like me, in a random selection of violet, green and white. This wasn’t a protest march, it was a cheery community parade for Macclesfield’s regular Barnaby Festival, but nonetheless I was uneasy as I greeted friends, adjusted costumes and waited to set off. This really isn’t my kind of thing, and I might have made my excuses if something hadn’t happened the day before to strengthen my resolve.

Miller's Dale, coming up to Cressbrook, Derbyshire
Miller’s Dale, coming up to Cressbrook, Derbyshire

Escaping the festival frazzle, the green quiet of a walk from Litton, in the Peak District, was a moment to push my mind into a more expansive space where history has clicked forward century by century, and nature rolls on in the patterns of new life, old life, compost.

The ramsons are over but you still get a faint whiff of their rotting garlicky smell in the woods, and the champion and ox eye daisy are rampant this year. A mandarin duck dips in and out of the leafy shallows with her impossibly tiny chicks and the craggy limestone battlements stand where they’ve stood for millennia.

Garlicky woods and ancient artefacts - and not so ancient ones too. Cressbrook Dale, Derbshire.
Garlicky woods and ancient artefacts – and not so ancient ones too. Cressbrook Dale, Derbshire.

And then, one of those moments of enchantment – the well dressing at Cressbrook.

Prompted by signs, we eventually found the dressed well tucked away in a little common space next to a community garden and accessed by footpaths. They’d themed it ‘Women hold Up Half the World’ in memory of a member of the community.

The notes that accompanied the dressing enjoined us to consider that “Women have given, and continue to give, as much as men, and their potential, contribution and voices need to be recognised if nations and communities are to flourish”. It encouraged us to think about how we can further that potential today, recognising that while some of us work under a relatively clear blue sky, many hold up the sky in much, much tougher circumstances, and yet they do so, and yet they continue.

“Women Hold Up Half the Sky” Cressbrook Well Dressing, Derbyshire, 2018

Coming 100 years after some women finally received the vote, and especially when there’s still so much to do, a bit of public parading suddenly seemed like a small thing.

And having done it, I learned something else too. Walking shoulder to shoulder with friends and strangers; singing a traditional suffragette song; shouting out “No. More. Unequal Pay!” just out of sync with the others and thinking about how far we’ve come, I found myself welling up. Not once, but several times. Awkward. But something about standing together, walking in the footsteps of brave and angry women, shouting out for change, was a profound and moving experience, even when it was a bit of fun.

So, I think I get it. Marching, protesting. Even if I’m well aware that dressing up in an unusual colour scheme and waving a banner is a considerable gloss on what the suffragettes felt they had to do. I’m noticing that recently people are marching again on a scale they haven’t done for some time in the UK. For the NHS, against Trump, against austerity, and even in Macclesfield later this month there’ll be our first Pride event. Of course the effectiveness of protests can be endlessly debated, and they achieve many different things varying from community fun to vicious confrontations, and everything in between. But one person’s nuisance is another person’s justice, and sometimes you have to stand with other people in order to be heard. A crowd will never be an easy place for me to be, but sometimes, I do see, you have to be prepared to make a fuss.

Suffragette banner
“Same Stuff, Different Century” Suffragette banner ready for action

Here’s the walk at Litton if you want to give it a go. The Well Dressing at Cressbrook took place in June.

Walking and life or business coaching are partners made in heaven. Walking helps you think. Coaching helps you think. Natural Thinking brings the two together to help people sort stuff out and make things happen. Plus, summer is a great time to review and reassess where you’re going and what you want to do. Want to give it a try? Check it out here

Getting Out More

Fun on top of High Stile, the Lake District, England

Even if you love the outdoors, it’s true to say that actually getting out can be a herculean task of time management, list juggling and inertia prodding.

Here are few things that help me to do it. They won’t be right for everyone, but I hope you can find something in here that helps you to get out more too. And please do share any tips that you have – the more perspectives, the richer the picture.

Roman racecourse Whaley Bridge
The ‘Roman racecourse’ at Whaley Bridge that turned out to be a figment of the Victorian imagination

Find walks that interest you

Have you driven past a footpath sign many times and wondered where it goes? Planning walks around your interests can enliven the whole thing with a sense of adventure or exploration. It can be very satisfying to walk all the public footpaths in a particular area – and mark them off as you go. Or investigate a local historical or geological feature. A friend and I had an adventure seeking out the ‘Roman racecourse’ at Whaley Bridge mentioned in J D Sainter’s 1878 book ’Scientific Rambles Around Macclesfield’ (available from Macclesfield Library). Turns out it’s not a Roman racecourse at all, but we had great fun finding it. Finding good walks is the subject of a whole article all to itself – coming up in the near future. Friends, maps, libraries, local groups can all help. But bear in mind that…

Parks count!

If you can’t easily get into the country, it is possible to divert from regular journeys to a park or even tree-lined street. I have two walks to the local shops that give me a dose of green when I need it. One is through a recreation ground and the other has a short section along a tree-lined track by a field.

Fun on top of High Stile, the Lake District, England
Walk with someone else. You can suss a walk out, and have some fun

Walk with someone else first up

A bit of time on your own can be so refreshing, and frankly, if we always had to wait until a suitable companion was available, we might never go. But if you’re not a confident map reader and navigator, or a little afraid of countryside challenges, persuade someone else to plan and take a walk with you, or to take you on one they know already. Next time you can walk it on your own.

Be prepared to go it alone – but check in with someone

Walking on your own is great for thinking things through, and it also means you’re free to go when and where it suits you. But you do need to be aware of any potential risks. A key thing is to tell someone where you’re going, when you’ve left and when you get back. And do it before you leave in case you don’t have a phone signal. Carry enough warm clothes to enable you to comfortably wait for help if you have to, and take a drink and a snack. The Ramblers society has some great tips on safety here.

Keep it regular

Knowing that you’re going out for a walk at a particular time each week helps to minimise the tussle between your desire to get out and your to do list. And on that note…..

Early morning from Teggs Nose Country Park, Macclesfield
A contemplative early morning from Teggs Nose Country Park, Macclesfield

Early mornings rock

I find it much harder to break off from what I’m doing in the middle of the day than to go out first thing before anything else has claimed my headspace. Indeed sometimes before I’m even awake.

Have a sweet suite

Develop a suite of walks that you know like the back of your hand. That way, you can get out there before you’ve been been able to give yourself a reason why you’re too busy. Have a variety to avoid getting bored. And trust me, the weather and season will make a cluster of well walked routes seem like a different drama every time.

Cows near Youlgreave, Derbyshire
Not my favourite thing…

Plan around your challenges and, erm, fears..

In my case, mud and cows. Well mainly cows. Make a note of where they are and minimise your exposure if you can. Start small and then it’s never that far just to go back. You can build up your resistance over time, and you’ll probably surprise yourself. In my case, I started to overcome my fear of cows when I started doing long distance walks. If found that faced with extending a long walk when I was tired, cows don’t seem so scary. Nor mud so intimidating now I come to think of it.

By the way, the Ramblers offers some smart advice on how to walk around livestock

Use paper AND tech

Some people claim that if you can’t use a map and a compass, you shouldn’t be out in the countryside. While heading out on three hour hike on the moors with just a phone map is downright silly, the maps and apps available for mobiles today can be a godsend to boost confidence and confirm that you’re on the right track. The great thing about a paper map is that you can’t break it by dropping it in a puddle, and its battery doesn’t go flat when it’s cold, or if you look at the screen too often. And they’re much better for planning. The great thing about the map on your phone is that you can zoom in to make it bigger, and that it will tell you where you actually are. Why not have both I say.

So those are my tips for getting out more.  Even on a day that’s grisly with rain, a bit of headspace and some different scenery can lift the mood and help to cast a more positive light on tricky issues or everyday gripes. And on a sunny day, the spirit can soar….

Worth every second of the time it takes to get out there.

How do you do it? I’d love to know what works best for you.

Fancy getting out more and thinking things through with a skilled coach?  Book a coaching walk here

 

Why I walk

Track at Rowarth, near New Mills, Derbyshire
Pulling out of Rowarth, near New Mills. Still very grumpy. An interesting old track..

I am deeply, madly, emphatically in love with walking. You might have gathered that from the website and blog so far. I tone this down because enthusiasts can be quite annoying, but it does energise and infuse all my coaching work with clients. So here’s three reasons why I walk. There’s way more reasons than three, but I’ve stopped there today because of the aforementioned annoyingness. I’ll tell you a few more in another post.

Kinder plateau from Lantern Pike
Kinder plateau viewed from Lantern Pike. Hard not to be impressed.

It’s a great transition into the working week

I walk often and at all sorts of different times of the day, but I have one walking appointment that I always, always keep. And that’s first thing on Monday morning.

On Monday mornings I am mind-crushingly grumpy. I love my job (or more accurately, jobs), but I still find that waking up on Monday morning is like being thrown out of an airplane, as I once heard it described. This gets better or worse sending on how much work I have on (and that’s another story…), but a few years ago I discovered that if I put my horrified disgruntled-ness on one side, threw on clothes and breakfast, and headed straight out into the early morning hills, I returned a different person. Everything was just the same – the work, the multiple jobs, the crammed headspace and organisational skills required for these. But I was able to look more calmly and constructively at them. Sometimes I could make changes, sometimes not, but it either case, I was in a better place to think it through. The science supports this of course, but this is how that science plays out in my life.

Combes Rocks
Bewitched. Coombes Rocks. A finger of dark rock flanked by curved valleys.

It shifts my perspective of where I am in the world, opens up new possibilities

We all have a map in our heads of the places that are important to us. And these mental maps differ in all sorts of ways from actual, accurate, written-down maps. For instance, Macclesfield in my head is much bigger than London, even though an actual map would tell you that was daft. But my Macclesfield is full of detail and texture that London does not have. I believe clever people call this psychogeography. When I first started to walk a lot around where I live, I found a strange thing happening. Places that seemed far apart in my mental map turned out to be quite close. I’d always thought of Buxton as a good drive away from Macclesfield, but walking regularly on the moors between them told me that in fact in some places they are only about seven miles apart, and more significantly, walking that seven miles somehow draws the two places together. My view of the world around me has become less fragmented. I don’t know why I find this delightful. Perhaps cars and trains do fragment our lives. But also it may be that if I can shift my perspective on the physical landscape around me, then perhaps it will open up the possibility of seeing other things in a different way. And I find that infinitely refreshing.

Manchester from Combes Rocks
Manchester from Coombes Rocks. The rain hasn’t done with me yet it seems..

It structures loneliness into solitude, which is an altogether more constructive state

At one time I found myself working on my own a lot. My contacts were mainly on the phone our my email – there were plenty of those – but mainly my workmates were virtual people. I was lonely.

This isn’t always an easy thing to change, and also, you know, I like my own company. But walking gave me some time during the week that was a positive, steadily paced time to do nothing much but just be alone in nature. It was a time marked for the presence of something – solitude – rather than its lack of people.

In have more people in my life now, but I still find solitude a constructive experience. It recharges the brain and the soul and makes me feel more like a proper human being in the world.

Robin Hood's Picking Rods, Derbyshire
Robin Hood’s Picking Rods. Honestly. Actually the remains of an 8th Century double cross. At least two more of these in the area.

So those are just some of the reasons why I walk, and why it has come to underpin my coaching work. For more reasons, including how the ‘story’ of the walk helps frame my thoughts; how each walk is a small confidence building adventure (especially if you are afraid of cows), and the pleasure of getting to know people while walking, stay tuned.

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In the meantime I’ve love to know why you walk…