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The weather outside's delightful, and there can be no better time than to sit in a dark room, and enjoy some crap chat and nine nifty songs from ROTHCO, Caught On Sight, Kathleen Turner Overdive, GOK2, NOX, Eville, The Sex Organs, 3615 Francis and Larry 73.Voice of Jeff, Comedy Suburbs, Dammit, Tony has your Facebook comment, last week, Andor, Tony had a gig in Whitchurch, Wedding band, book, Eastern European historical fiction, pope, Forest, car, From the Vaults, Tony's International Gig Guide, Apocalypse Babys, this week, gig in Bolton, Norway Day, Forest v West Ham, no Izzatwat, live bed, Poetry Corner and a reminder of the ways you can listen!Song 1: ROTHCO – Coming In HotSong 2: Caught On Sight - BYEgonesSong 3: Kathleen Turner Overdive – End Of The LineSong 4: GOK2 - B.T.F.D.Song 5: NOX – Dentro Il CovoSong 6: Eville – Get With MeSong 7: The Sex Organs - ItchSong 8: 3615 Francis - PlayboySong 9: Larry 73 - Radio Silence
It's the quarter-final stage of both the FA Trophy and the FA Vase. We turn to the ever faithful, the never inexact, master of the stats Mr Phil Annets. He wears three hats this week @FATrophyFacts @FAVaseFactffile and @FACupFactfile inspiring us all with records, patterns, and with connections that would leave Victoria Coren Mitchell swooning if Non League was ever a category on Only Connect. Our managerial insight this week comes from the manager of Midland Premier side Whitchurch Alport. Not only does he know the quirky history of his wonderful club, but Adam Shillcock is also at the heart of the revolution that will see a second FA Vase quarter-final within a handful of years and is bringing the town and the community together across the ages. Matt Badcock is our man from the Non League Paper this week. He has his own Trophy and Vase insights, ground grading foresight and managerial movement background knowledge that he brings to the table along with another packed Non League Paper this weekend.
Hugh has zero background in recruiting but extensive experience in agriculture. How did he leverage his industry knowledge and establish a recruitment firm that rapidly grew in five years? You will most certainly enjoy learning about his mindset, strategies, and how he overcame several roadblocks when he founded Cultura Connect, a company specializing in recruitment within the agriculture, food, and forestry sectors. Since its inception, the business has experienced rapid growth. They're now a team of 13 with extensive knowledge and experience in agriculture and related fields. Hugh is passionate about nurturing and developing talent in the agricultural, food, and forestry industries, leveraging his experience and unique insight into the challenges of building effective teams. Episode Outline and Highlights [02:11] Hugh's background in the agricultural industry and recruitment. [11:30] Key stages in building Cultura Connect. [20:15] Overcoming the challenges of building your internal team. [26:58] Roadblocks and solutions that Hugh and his team have encountered in a remote setup. [38:42] Taking time to overcome other challenges in a new recruitment business. [44:41] Discussion on Cashflow Metrics and KPIs. [48:31] Hugh's absolute keys to success. [51:48] Minimum standards that Hugh looks for members of his team. [54:28] Branding and marketing strategies. Industry Knowledge is a Key Differentiator in Niche Recruitment Hugh's story shows how deep industry expertise can become a recruitment agency's strongest differentiator. His agricultural background became a powerful business advantage, enabling Cultura Connect's rapid growth. His background in agriculture and tech became a critical differentiator in successfully bridging the gap between agricultural expertise and talent acquisition. Focusing on his strengths and leveraging his background gave him the following advantages: Niche credibility due to his agriculture experience. Accurate candidate assessments. Extensive network. A clear understanding of his client's needs. Understanding of innovation and upcoming trends (ex. AgriTech). Leveraging your field background and experience as a recruiter can be an invaluable key factor in your success when launching your recruitment business. Choosing the Right People is the Main Key to Success What Hugh and his business partner have accomplished in the past 5 years is phenomenal. Since its inception, the business has experienced rapid growth with now a team of 13! When I asked him to summarize his absolute key factors to success, he mentioned: “Getting the right people, people that really understand the industry. That's allowed us to be seen as the Agricultural specialist, the forestry specialist, food specialist. Because we've got that team of individuals, all those individuals are passionate about that. They're passionate about doing a good job, they're committed and I guess ultimately they fit with our culture. So people will be one of the key things for us.” Ironically, building an internal team can be challenging for recruitment business owners. Hiring the wrong person can reduce growth, profit, and cash flow. Hugh focuses on minimum brand values when identifying someone who will be part of their team. Some of these are: Passion for the Industry Compassion Resilience Team Orientation Integrity Proactivity Quality over Quantity These values highlight Hugh's emphasis on creating a team that is not only skilled but also aligned with Cultura Connect's cultural and ethical requirements. Best Practices in Remote Team Management Hugh also shared pragmatic approaches to managing a remote team. Cultura Connect's approach to remote work is a great example of maintaining team performance and culture without a physical office. Their success stems from a deliberate balance of virtual and in-person connections. However, there are critical elements and cadences that are present: Team rhythm: 6-weekly in-person work sessions combined with weekly virtual meetings Quarterly activities: Structured team-building events (from hiking to canoeing) Strategic onboarding: Initial 3-4 days in-person with ongoing mentorship Flexible workspaces: Supporting team members who prefer occasional office settings The model enables growth while reducing overhead costs, demonstrating how remote-first can strengthen rather than compromise recruitment operations. Hugh Pocock Bio & Contact Info Hugh Pocock is the Founding Director of a recruitment business, Cultura Connect - specializing in recruitment for agriculture, food, and forestry sectors. The business was founded in 2020, with his business partner Tom Marsh, where they have successfully combined Hugh's 20+ years of experience in agribusiness with Tom's 20+ years of experience in recruitment. The business has grown rapidly since its inception with the development of a team of recruitment experts with in-depth knowledge and experience in agriculture and related sectors. Born and raised on his grandparent's dairy farm in Shropshire, a passion for agriculture was formed from Hugh's early years. Heavily involved in Holstein Young Breeders in his youth, then going on to graduate with a degree from Harper Adams, Hugh pursued a career in cattle genetics and gained over 15 years of experience in a variety of high-level commercial roles. In 2016 Hugh signed a farm tenancy, with his wife and two children, on a 100% grass-based 150 acre farm near Whitchurch, Shropshire. Here they farm New Zealand Romney sheep, Polled Dorset Sheep and Wagyu cattle. Sustainability and working closely with nature is their farming philosophy, managing the farm with multiple environmental stewardship initiatives. Hugh is passionate about nurturing and developing talent in the agricultural, food, and forestry industries, and having the opportunity to work with a multitude of businesses across these sectors gives him a unique insight into the challenges of building and retaining high-performing teams. Hugh on LinkedIn Cultura Connect website link Cultura Connect on Instagram People and Resources Mentioned Matt Walsh on LinkedIn Tom Marsh on LinkedIn Overdue Invoices? Here's How to Collect Your Placement Fee! Connect with Mark Whitby Get your FREE 30-minute strategy call Mark on LinkedIn Mark on Twitter: @MarkWhitby Mark on Facebook Mark on Instagram: @RecruitmentCoach Subscribe to The Resilient Recruiter If you've been enjoying the podcast, please take two minutes to leave a review. 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It has been a decades-long tradition for members of the Whitchurch family, and it started with siblings attending Heartland Elementary School in the early 1980's. On this episode of the Supercast, hear from Michelle Whitchurch who has had members of her immediate family attending Heartland consistently for 25 years. Find out how it's turned into ...continue reading "Episode 270: One Family's History of Having Students Attending Heartland Elementary Since the 1980's"
Customer services expand..Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.Ester smiled then.“Have you not seen the crack in the wall that separates our bedrooms?”I had been found out not because of my handkerchief. A crack in the wall had exposed what I had done. There was no other course than to admit it.“You have watched me through that crack?”Ester nodded.“Nearly every night, though last night was the first time I saw you in such a state. It was quite a wonder to me, for it was the first time I have seen a man do such a thing. Do you do it often?”I hung my head then, for the difference in our ages and Ester’s tone of voice reminded me of speaking with my mother.“Yes, nearly every night; in the privy. Last night I was aroused to such a state I could not stop myself.”Ester crossed the space between us and stroked my back.“It is not a thing to be ashamed of, Johnathan. Ginny said all men do it when they do not have a woman to receive their seed. Would it not be a greater relief were you to have a woman who would do so? I only ask because I have never been such a woman so I do not know. If you have been with a woman, please tell me the truth of my supposition.”It seemed to me that our conversation had led me into yet another situation from which I could not escape. I did not know in what direction our conversation would next go, but I thought I must answer Ester with the truth.“Yes, I have been with a woman, and yes, it is very much more of a pleasure.”Ester stroked my back again.“Tell me, Johnathan, did you cause this woman to also have pleasure?”I allowed that I believed I had. Ester’s next words were spoken in a lower, softer tone.“How did you know she enjoyed the experience?”I thought perhaps I could end Ester’s questions with my answer.“Judging by the sounds I heard coming from your bedroom last night, I would think you are well aware of how a woman acts when she is enjoying the pleasure of passion.”Ester did not even pause before she spoke again in the same soft voice.“I intended for you to hear me, for there was a reason. I have been with one man, years and years ago, and it was not a pleasure at all. Ginny told me that was because the first time there is always pain, but I was fearful of attracting a man that the same might be the case. Since I have never repeated the act, I know how I feel when I relieve my urges, but not how it feels when a man does the same for me."Now that I have grown older, I wonder if the man was merely unskilled in the ways of women. I would answer that question were I to find a man who is willing to show me. My hopes were that you would be that man, but until last night I did not know if you had the same urges or not. At this moment, I fear I may be too old for you to help me determine the answer.”Upon Ester relating her experience with one man, I thought of her as a women in some distress rather than as a woman speaking to me as had my mother. I did sympathize with her plight, for I too had been in the same condition before Estelle taught me. Had Estelle not taught me so well, I should have most likely continued making trips to the privy when the urge struck me.Those sympathetic feelings caused me to rationalize. Would it not be a lacking in my character not to pass on my knowledge? After all, was that not what Estelle had done; passed on knowledge to me that I might understand the ways coupling could be so enjoyable for both?I smiled at Ester as I gently stroked her breast through her bodice.“I could be the man you seek, and you are not so old as to cause me to turn away from you. In fact, the woman who taught me was about your age. If you truly wish this to be, I would enjoy it, I am sure.”Ester did not reply. She simply took my hand and led me to her bedroom.When Ester closed her bedroom door, I asked if she would light a candle. Her reply caused me even greater thoughts of sympathy and a resolve to give her that which she sought.“I am afraid you will not like how I appear without clothing. Ginny said men are attracted to large breasts and narrow hips, and I have neither.”I attempted to put her mind at ease that she might be more receptive to what I was going to do.“Ester, if men were attracted only to large breasts and narrow hips, half the women in England would be without a man. I, for one, simply enjoy the touch of a woman’s body, no matter how her curves are formed. If you would rather I not see you though, I would explain that it is not only the eyes that may see. The hands and lips can see in the darkness every bit as well as the eyes can see in the light.”When I heard the rustle of Ester removing her dress, I quickly removed my shirt, boots and trousers and then waited. When I heard Ester’s quiet voice say, “I am ready”, I reached out my hands toward what I thought would be her shoulders.Instead, my hands found her breasts, and upon feeling my touch, Ester became very tense. I quickly moved my hands up, stroked her shoulders, and then gently pulled her against me.As I did so, I became aware that Ester’s breasts were not so small, and her hips were not so narrow. Her breasts were large enough I felt them flatten against my bare chest, and when I cupped her hips, I decided while her hips were not so wide as Emily’s, neither were they the hips of a young girl.I stroked her back and the curve of her hips until I felt Ester begin to relax a bit, then slipped one hand up her side and cupped her left breast. When I did so, she tensed again and I heard her sharp intake of breath.“Ester, do not be alarmed at my touch. It is only what a man does to arouse the passions in a woman. Allow yourself to just feel the sensations and you will see that I am far from causing you any pain.”Ester did not really relax until my thumb found her teat and stroked it gently. Immediately upon my doing so, the small bud began to swell, Ester inhaled a short, quick breath and then murmured, “I feel that in my belly. Should it be so?”I chuckled.“If you did not, it would mean that I am not doing it correctly. We should lie down now that I may continue to give you those feelings.”Lying beside Ester was much different than lying beside Estelle, Elizabeth, or Grace. I supposed that was because she knew not the ways of men and woman. It mattered not to me. I was once again sampling the treasures of a woman, a feeling I had thought to be lost until such time as I was able to take a wife.Such a treasure she was too. With every caress of her breasts and teats, Ester quietly moaned and after a while, I felt her open her legs a bit. Knowing that meant her passions were sufficiently aroused to tolerate a touch between her thighs, I stroked down her belly until my fingertips touched a thicket of hairs, then gently cupped the lips secreted under those hairs.Ester gasped at that touch, but did not pull my hand away. She only opened her thighs a bit more, and when she did, I slipped on finger between her nether lips. Ester again made a little gasp, but exhaled slowly when I stroked her rippled inner lips.The other women I had made love with seemed to find the sensation of my fingertip on their inner lips to be arousing. Ester seemed to find those same sensations overpowering, I would suppose because she had not before had the experience. She began to moan little moans and to move her hips about as I stroked. When I closed my lips around her right teat and sucked gently while stroking her petals, Ester jerked her hips. I was not quick enough to move my hand before that finger slipped inside her portal. That penetration caused her to jerk her hips again and then moan loudly.“Oh my, I feel as if I am on fire now. Is it always so?”I smiled as I began moving that finger in and out.“Generally it is, though your fires are as yet just a small flame. You shall see how hot those fires will become.”With that said, I used my thumb to stroke at the top of her slit and felt the stiff little button still hiding under her folds. Ester gasped at that touch and spread her thighs wide. I continued suckling her teats, stroking a finger in and out, and gently rubbing her little button until my finger was coated with her juices. When I judged those juices to be flowing freely, I knelt between Ester’s spread thighs.“I will be gentle as a lamb until you wish more, Ester.”I was truly as gentle as I promised her, only touching her open lips with the tip of my cock at first. Ester gasped at that first touch, but did not close her thighs. She just whispered, “Though you may cause me pain, I must know. Do as you will with me.”As soon as the tip of my cock was wetted, I pressed forward, but ever so slowly. By fractions of an inch, my cock entered Ester until I felt resistance. I promptly withdrew, and then pressed forward again.Ester was a snug fit. I surmised this was caused by the lack of penetration for many years. As a result, I did not push my cock home until the sixth or seventh stroke; it is difficult to remember exactly - and upon my belly meeting Ester’s mound, I remained in place for a few moments to allow her passage to be accustomed to the stretching.Though Ester was not nearly at her peak, she was beginning to breathe in quick, short breaths. When I withdrew my cock and then began stroking it in and out of her snug passage, those breaths became quicker and more shallow. I began to feel an alternating tightening and loosening when my cock eased into her depths. It was much the same sensation as I had felt with my other lovers, though I knew they were creating that sensation for both our benefits. Ester seemed to not know she was doing it.As I continued to stroke my cock, I bent my head enough to capture Ester’s left teat between my lips. A gentle suckle cause the response I expected, though I did not expect it to be so strong. Ester thrust her body up just as my cock reached the extent of her passage, and I felt her wrap her arms around my back. Upon starting my next stroke, I pinched her teat gently between my teeth. Ester gasped out, thrust her body up again, and I felt her fingers digging into my back.A few moments later and much sooner than I had anticipated, Ester cried out and began such a shaking I was forced to hold her right hip with my hand lest my cock slip from her slippery nest. The shaking quickly increased my passions to the point I could no longer control them. As Ester heaved her body up into my stroke, the first surge of seed raced up my shaft, flew out the tip, and splattered inside Ester’s writhing passage. A second, then a third, and then yet another erupted from my cock, and Ester still shook and made little cries of pleasure.I continued to stroke my cock in and out of Ester until she mostly stopped shaking except for an occasional jerk of her body and a quiet little moan. When I did withdraw my cock, Ester sighed.“What Ginny said is true. It was as if deep in my belly I became tighter and tighter until I exploded. I must feel this way again and again and again.”;Over the next year, I obliged Ester at any time she wished to feel my cock penetrate her. If the weather was rain, I would oblige her of a morning as well as of an evening. At her suggestion, her bed became our bed, though I continued to pay her for my room and my board. No self-respecting man would allow himself to be kept as a man might keep a mistress. No, I made love with Ester because I enjoyed both my own feelings and the way she responded.;It was the spring of the next year that I called at a farmhouse on the west edge of Whitchurch. The woman of the house said she had a pot or two that required mending and went to fetch them. When she came out of her kitchen, she carried a large soup pot. Behind her came a young woman about my age carrying two smaller pots. This young woman had long hair as black as a raven’s feathers, eyes that were as blue as the sky, and lips that were soft and sensuous. Her simple housedress showed me the breasts under it were larger than most, and it flared from her narrow waist to hips I imagined would be an absolute joy to have in my hands.I had learned when still an apprentice that women enjoy flattery, and that sometimes that flattery resulted in an additional purchase. As I had been sharing a bed with Ester for some time, I had moved some of my tools into my old bedroom. On days of rain, I spent the time not attending to Ester’s needs in my now workshop in the making of pastry cutters. I had a selection of pastry cutters in my cart.When the two women approached, I smiled.“Ma'am, I had expected to find a housewife, but not two sisters.”The woman blushed.“Sir, you surely must be of poor sight. This is not my sister. This is my daughter, Rose.”I smiled again.“Be that as it may, the two of you look very much the same. I would venture any man would have difficulty selecting between the two of you.”The woman was still blushing, and now, so too was the daughter. She smiled at me then.“Sir, my mother already has her man, so there would be no selection required. I believe you to have another motive.”Well, she had me there. I said no more as I worked to repair the three pots. When I finished the last, I handed it to the young girl, then reached into my cart and retrieved a pastry cutter.“I also have pastry cutters should you be in need. This one is but a simple egg shape that is priced at a half-pence, but I have others as well.”I reached into my cart again and picked up a special cutter shaped in the outline of a baby chick.“Perhaps you do not have a cutter such as this but would be willing to part with a pence to have one. It would bring something new to your Easter dinner pastries.”The young girl, Rose, smiled.“Young man, your motive for flattery was merely to sell my mother something she does not need. I admit you to be smart, though you would not fool me.”As I looked at Rose, I took an instant liking to her. Well, “liking” is not exactly the correct word. It was more than liking her though I did not know how to explain the feeling at that time.I began putting my tools back into my cart, but left the pastry cutters until last. When I picked up the chick, Rose chuckled.“You yield too easily I think. What ever would you do if you were wooing a young girl and she refused you?”I said it would depend upon how well I liked the young girl, put my pastry cutters in my cart, and then closed the lid and began pushing my cart back to Whitchurch.Along the way, I thought about how I had felt upon seeing Rose and how I had felt when she understood my attempt at selling my pastry cutters. At first, I thought she to be rather cheeky for a woman. Women were not supposed to disagree with men, or at least that is what I had been taught. When I thought some more though, I had to smile.Rose was smart enough to see through my flattery and I found that I liked that. I also remembered the way she had spoken. Her voice was as soft and as smooth as a stream running over a rock streambed. I liked that about her too.I shrugged to myself then.Yes, I had liked the girl, but she was only one of many young girls I had liked. There would no doubt be others as well.As I had made many pastry cutters, I decided to push my cart to the town square in Whitchurch on market day just as had Master Eaton taken his ware to the market in Honiton. It would cost me a day on the road, but perhaps I could sell enough pastry cutters to equal the income I would lose.I was sitting by my cart the next market day when who should I see walking down the line of sellers than Rose and her mother. They stopped at my cart, and Rose smiled.“My father has given me a pence. I would have a pastry cutter in the shape of a chick if you have one available.”For reasons I did not understand at the time, my heart began to beat so hard I feared Rose would hear it. I quickly retrieved one of my chick pastry cutters from my cart and handed it to her. Her hand briefly touched mine as she took the pastry cutter, and then again when she put the pence in my hand. I feared my heart would fairly leap from my chest at those touches, so strongly and so quickly did it beat.Rose and her mother then walked away, but my heart did not resume its normal rhythm for some time. When I arrived back at Ester’s home, I asked her if she had had a similar experience and if she thought I should seek the attentions of a physician.Ester smiled, but then frowned.“Johnathan, you have no malady that any physician can cure. Unfortunately, your malady will affect me as well, for unless Ginny was wrong in her tale, that malady is what she called love. I shall miss your attentions terribly, but I understood that one day this would happen.”I asked Ester how this would change our situation, and she smiled again.“There is but one cure for what ails you, and that cure is to be with the woman who afflicted you. That means you must abandon me for her. Do not frown so. Though I have never been so afflicted, I understand.”I was feeling as if I were speaking with my mother again.“What should I do if I must abandon you? Where am I to go? I can not just forget you either.”Ester put her arms around me.“You should woo this woman and marry her. Once you have married, you will find a place to live, for you are brighter than most men. I do not wish you to forget about me, but it is time for you to be with a woman who can make you a proper home and give you children. I will miss you, but I am happy for you as well.”;Well, I did not know the first thing about wooing a woman. For two weeks, I went to the market in hopes of seeing Rose again, and each week, she was there with her mother. They bought no more pastry cutters though. They would only walk by my cart and smile. The third week, when they walked past my cart, I gathered my courage and asked the only question I could think of as possibly appropriate.When Rose stopped at my cart, I tipped my cap.“Rose, I was wondering; would you enjoy a walk by the river this Sunday? If you would rather not, I understand, but I thought; well; I have taken a liking to you and; well; the river is so peaceful this time of year and –”Rose stopped my blathering with her laugh.“Sir, if you continue to ramble on, I fear you will soon step on your own tongue. If my mother agrees, I would very much enjoy a walk by the river this Sunday.”I held my breath while Rose whispered something to her mother, then let that breath out slowly when her mother nodded her head.;On that walk by the river, I learned many things about Rose. I learned she was just nineteen to my twenty-one. I learned that she enjoyed baking, hence her purchase of my pastry cutter. The most important thing I learned was that when I walked her back to her house, I was very reluctant to leave her. It was as Ester had said. I had been afflicted with that strange and unexplainable feeling called love.Shortly after that
Meeting the needs of the patrons.Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.Grace chuckled.“He is skilled at mending holes in buckets, but he is not very skilled in other things. He does not understand how the two of us may live here together without a man.”Elizabeth smiled.“Such would believe any man. They are so proud of their own abilities they could not listen to an alternative.”I felt the need to interrupt. I was more than willing to listen.“Elizabeth, if I may call you by that name, I assure you that though I am of few years, I am not of a closed mind. I simply said to Grace that there were tasks I believed a woman not capable of doing. Just before you arrived, she was telling me there was a task a woman could not do.”Grace chuckled.“Johnathan, I did not say a woman could not do that task. I only asked if you believed so. You did not answer my question. That leads me to believe you were schooled in the ways of taking care of buckets and pots, but not schooled in the ways of taking care of women.”That statement made me feel as if Grace thought me to be uneducated in anything other than tinker work, and the rashness of youth took away my propriety.“I have a very good understanding of how to take care of women. I was taught such by a woman.”Elizabeth’s eyes opened wide.“Oh. And just what did this woman teach you, cooking and sewing, or perhaps, how to do what a woman needs at times, the times she need to have her passions aroused and then relieved?”I realized then that I had talked myself into a position from which there was no escape. I could not lie without implying my ignorance and speaking the truth could very well give both women an offence. Still, my father had always stressed that truth is always a better course to steer than a lie.“Yes, she taught me the ways to increase her passions until they were relieved, and it is without boasting that I say I was an apt student. Many times she related to me the same. It is how a woman might have her passions aroused and then relieved without a man that I do not understand. No woman has the, shall we say, the proper tools for the task."My teacher in these matters said all women have this need, yet Grace told me that you do not wish to have a man. I am at a loss to understand that as well.”Grace smiled then.“Young Johnathan, you misunderstood my statement. We do not wish for a man to live with us. The reason for this is both Elizabeth and I were sold by our husbands at the market just as were cattle. Do not look so shocked. Such is a common happening because there is no other way for a man and wife to separate. It is not entirely according to the law, but the law is overlooked in cases such as this."We had met previously, and had decided we did not wish to live with our husbands. My husband had a mistress in the town, and Elizabeth’s husband was not at all kind to her. Our fathers paid two of their male friends to purchase us and then allow us to go where we would. That place to which we went was this small farm owned by my family and why we do not wish to be married once again."While we did somewhat miss the attentions of a man at times, we soon discovered that it is not a requirement to have a cock to arouse and then relieve our passions. Women are perfectly capable of accomplishing that, both by themselves and with each other. That is not to say we would refuse the attentions of a man who did not stay though, were he to be a kind man of sufficient skill. Might you be one of those men?”Well, as the old saying goes, I could have been laid low by the single stroke of a goose quill. My situation had been changed from one somewhat irksome in nature to one in which two women were essentially requesting to sample my skills in the art of lovemaking. I was at a loss to answer that request, for though I understood how to satisfy one woman, I had never before been with two.Elizabeth sensed my confusion, and also chuckled.“Grace, I do believe you have dumbfounded this man. Perhaps we should take him inside lest he begin stumbling around aimlessly. Once inside, perhaps we should add to his knowledge of women, their needs, and how they may satisfy those needs.”I was not as Elizabeth had said, not at the very second, but upon entering their house, I certainly became so. Elizabeth led me into the bedroom I assumed was shared by them both as the only other rooms were a large kitchen and a parlor of sorts. Elizabeth held my hand while Grace unbuttoned the bodice of the simple housedress she wore. Upon pulling the two halves apart, I could see her large, heavy breasts and those heavy breasts caused my cock to begin rising. After Elizabeth assisted Grace in removing the dress, I discovered she wore nothing, not even a chemise, underneath. The sight of the thick mass of hair on her mound, the color of which matched the blonde hair on her head, caused my cock to further stiffen.My arousal was seen by Elizabeth who stroked the bulge in my trousers and then laughed.“Grace, I do believe you have this man’s attention. Shall we see his reaction to two women without clothing?”Moments later, Elizabeth was also naked. The hairs on her mound were a bit longer than Grace’s, but matched the dark brown hair on her head. Her breasts, as I had thought, were smaller than Grace’s, but not as small as I had imagined. They were merely somewhat flatter than had been Estelle’s and therefore did not push out the front of her dress.My cock was fearfully extended by that time and being confined in my trousers had commenced to be painful. Grace took it upon herself to remedy that situation. She unlaced the front of my trousers and then pulled them down. My stiff cock bobbed free and she smiled.“Elizabeth, I believe we have found us a proper tool to stir our passions. Shall we see if his skills are as he boasts?”As Elizabeth removed my boots and my trousers while Grace pulled my shirt over my head, I was still unsure of what course to follow. Were I to apply my knowledge to one, would the other not feel left out of the pleasure?That uncertainty was rendered moot when the two women pulled me down on the bed between them. Grace nestled her breasts into my side, while Elizabeth guided my hand to the long teat on her right breast. I began stroking that breast and teat as Estelle had enjoyed, and was then surprised to feel Grace’s hand sliding down my side to my cock. She gently stroked my length for a moment or two and then pulled Elizabeth’s hand to do the same. Her own hand then began stroking between Elizabeth’s slender thighs.Elizabeth opened her thighs with a sigh and I watched as Grace slowly pushed her finger into the mass of dark brown hair.What followed is confusing to me even to this day. It seemed that the two women’s hands were stroking my cock one moment and then caressing each other the next. As I was lying on my back between them, I could see the delicate touches each made to the other. I also felt the warmth of their lips and tongues as they took turns kissing me and each other.Elizabeth stroked the blonde curls between Grace’s thighs, but then guided my hand to the same spot. Shortly after that, I found both my hands cupping the soft lips of each woman and then the slippery wetness inside their portals. They were not to leave that as their only arousal though. Each was gently caressing the breasts and teats of the other while my finger stroked the rippled inner lips and little button of each.Their hands, sometimes both at once, on my cock was causing me to thrust into their gentle grasp. After a few of these strokes, and I confess, a few moans from me, Elizabeth threw her thigh over me and then rose on her knees. I felt Grace grasp my rigid cock and then the wet warmth as my cock entered Elizabeth’s portal.The fit was snug, snug enough I again groaned. Elizabeth chuckled and continued to ease her body down over my cock. When she was sitting on my thighs, I saw Grace pinch Elizabeth’s left nipple and then give it a little tug. Elizabeth’s body jerked and she moaned, then began raising and lowering herself over my cock. With every lowering, she would rock her hips and I would feel the little button raking down the topside of my cock. The change in angle also forced my cock into intimate contact with the ripples of Elizabeth’s passage.I was coming rapidly to the point of no return, when Elizabeth gasped, pushed herself down quickly over my cock and then dropped down to catch her weight on her hands. I felt a flow of wetness and then the tightening of her portal around my shaft. Elizabeth cried out and then began rocking her body rapidly over my cock. I could hold back no longer and thrust my cock up quickly. As Elizabeth continued to rock her body and make little mewing sounds, I filled her gripping passage with my seed.After several moments, Elizabeth rolled to her side. She was still breathing rapid, shallow breaths, but she managed to say, “Grace, this tool is indeed an excellent tool. Let us cause it to stand up again that you may sample this man’s skills.”I was not hopeful my cock would stand up very quickly again. After satisfying Emily’s desires three times and now satisfying Elizabeth, I felt it would take an hour or more. I had not estimated the shortening of time caused by what Elizabeth and Grace did next.Grace climbed over me to lie beside Elizabeth, and promptly took Elizabeth’s right nipple between her lips and began to suckle. Elizabeth’s belly tightened and she gasped, but then began using her finger to penetrate Grace’s sex. Soon, Grace was moaning and rocking her hips into Elizabeth’s finger. That was when the two women kissed, and that kiss was so absolutely erotic, my cock began to swell again.It continued to swell as I watched Elizabeth lift her head and clasp Grace’s left teat between her lips. Grace shuddered a little, then shuddered a lot because when Elizabeth opened her lips, I saw she had Grace’s teat pinched between her teeth. Elizabeth pulled her face back slightly, Grace shuddered again, and then whispered, “Johnathan, I am ready for your cock now.”I had assumed Grace would either mount me as had Elizabeth or lid down on her back, but she did neither. She rose onto her hands and then spread her legs wide. Elizabeth urged me to a position behind Grace, and then guided my cock to Grace’s portal. As I sank into her satin smooth and rippled passage, Elizabeth lay down and scooted her head under Grace’s breasts.As I pumped away inside Grace, I could hear the wet noises that could only mean Elizabeth was suckling Grace’s teats. A moment later, Grace shuddered as she had before and pushed her body back into my stroke quickly enough my sack bumped against her mound. I could only assume that Elizabeth was once again nipping at Grace’s teats.While the stimulation of Grace’s snug portal and rippled passage were extremely arousing, that stimulation was muted a bit by my having spent my seed once already. As a result, I continued to pump my cock in and out of Grace and Grace continued to moan and thrust her body back into my strokes.That changed some time later when I felt a finger massaging the little button between Grace’s thick, swollen lips and just under my stroking cock. Not long after I felt that finger, Grace arched her back, cried out, and began to sink down on the bed. I held her up with both hands as her thighs quivered, and at the same time as Grace began to rock her portal over my cock, I let the first spurt fly up my shaft and inside her. Grace’s thighs were yet quivering as a leaf in a breeze when I shot my last.After my cock slipped from the slippery embrace of Grace’s passage, she fell down on the bed, rolled onto her back, and sighed.“Such a tool would be welcome were it not attached to a man, though I could welcome this man to our house for longer than one morning. Perhaps a week might satisfy my desire to feel a man inside me.”Elizabeth stroked Grace’s mound and then kissed her on the lips. When Elizabeth pulled away, she smiled.“I am certain he will leave us, but perhaps he would consent to pay us a visit in the future. Now that we have taught him about two women, he might welcome the opportunity to exercise his new skills.”;I did have to leave if I was to reach Whitchurch before the weekend. It was with some reluctance that I did so, but also with some relief. While making love with both Grace and Elizabeth had been an experience well worth remembering, I feared that I could not give equal attention to them both in the longer term. At some point, I would anger one by seeming to favor the other, and that would mean an end to their arrangement.It was also a relief for my poor cock. In two days, I had asked much of it, and though it had performed admirably according to the women, I felt a rest was very much in order.To that end, as I continued my journey towards Whitchurch, I was careful to stop only at the various inns along the roadway. These stops proved to be more to the advantage of my purse, as the inns made rough usage of their pots and pans. I was able to add twelve pence to my coin after stopping at three inns.At last, six days after beginning my journey, I pushed my cart through the streets of Whitchurch and then on toward my old home.;My arrival was greeted with some fanfare. My father shook my hand and told me he was proud of my accomplishment. My mother embraced me until I thought I should die from lack of breath, and she fairly soaked my shirt with her tears. My brother, Edward, wiped the muck from his hands on his trousers and then embraced me as well, though he shed no tears. That evening, my mother prepared a dinner that was an especial favorite of mine, a chicken pot pie filled with the meat of a hen, the yolks of the immature eggs of the same hen, and pease and carrots.While I was happy to be home with my family again, I had no desire to continue living with them. I was now a grown man and had the skills to earn my own way in life instead of being an imposition upon my parents. There was also the issue of proximity to potential customers. I did not have sufficient funds to arrange for a shop of my own in the nearest town, that being Whitchurch. I would have to ply my trade as my title suggested. A journeyman was so named because he journeyed around a given area offering his skills. Living with my family would require pushing my cart an unnecessary distance each day.Toward both ends, I walked to Whitchurch the next day with the goal of securing boarding for myself. Whitchurch would become my new home as well as the center of my travels through the countryside.Finding a suitable accommodation was not difficult. Finding a suitable accommodation with a suitable price was somewhat more of a challenge. What I desired was one room with a bed and the availability of a meal, morning and evening.My expectation, developed by an understanding of the amount of work done by Master Eaton and the relative size of the area around Whitchurch compared to Honiton, was that my income would be about six pence a day, or the sum of three shillings a week. I was prepared to pay half that for my room and board, the other half being saved for purchase of a proper shop.I was able to find several rooms at the price of two shillings a week, but I declined to take up those proposals. It was late in the afternoon and I was preparing to return to my father’s home when I chanced upon a small paper notice attached to the door of a small house at the very edge of Whitchurch. The paper proclaimed a room was available in that house for the price of a shilling and a half per week. Upon seeing this notice, I presented myself at the door.The woman who answered my knock was not as I had expected. Most rooms available were in houses owned by older people. They had no source of income other than furnishing a room or two for those unable to afford the price of a house. It was that situation which I sought, for older people were generally quiet types and would not disturb me as would a couple with several children.This woman was not so old as I had thought would be the case. Neither, however, was she young. I could discern that by the lines at her eyes and the corners of her mouth. What struck me as odd, concerning those fine lines, was the shape of her figure, or at least as much of her figure as I could imagine given her dress. The slope of her breasts peeked from under the neckline of her bodice and her waist was smaller by far than her hips.At that hour of the day, most husbands would have been at home and waiting to dine on an even meal, but I could see the table in her kitchen was set for just one place. She was evidently unmarried, and the reason was most likely her face.She was not what I would describe as an ugly woman. It was more that her eyes seemed to be very open and her nose very large. I believed her to be one of those women not pretty enough to attract the attentions of a suitor when young. Such women were not all that rare, and often passed through life alone. After a certain age, such women were nearing the end of their child bearing years and a man wanted sons to carry on after him. I was very curious to learn of her past, though, of course, I could not ask that question as I had just met her.I introduced myself and inquired as to if the room was still available. The woman said it was and led me through her home to a small room at the back.“This used to be my father’s room”, she said. “He went to his reward last month.” As he and my mother had no son, the house became mine. I am lonely of a night, and decided to let out his room that I might have some company.“I was not looking for company of an evening, but the price was very tempting. I asked the woman if a morning and evening meal would be included in the price. She nodded."My fare will not be that of the wealthy in Whitchurch, but you shall not starve.”The bargain was struck that very afternoon. I returned home for my cart and other belongings, and by nightfall, I was sitting upon the bed in my room and planning my activities for the next day.;Over the next several weeks, I learned once again the wisdom of my father. Whitchurch, being rather small as cities go, had no tinker in residence. As a result, the women of Whitchurch and the surrounding area were forced to use pots and pans with rusted places or purchase new. Rusted places in some cases spoiled the taste of food, and though the new factories were producing new pots and pans at lower cost than most Master tinkers, the price was still high considering most household incomes.I was able to increase my purse more quickly than I had planned, and was looking forward to perhaps another year or two before I could afford the rental for a small shop.Now, also because Whitchurch was small and most people knew what the others were doing, I was very careful not to engage in the activities I had enjoyed with Emily, Elizabeth, and Grace. Such carryings on would have ruined my business if not had me cast out of the city. I did yearn to dip my wick in many of the women I encountered in my travels though, and the opportunity did present itself upon several
On My Own.Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.The heavy heart I had upon leaving Honiton and Estelle brightened some as I walked along the road. The day was warm and sunny, and I had a feeling of freedom I’d not had for six years. During my apprenticeship, it was a requirement that I eat, sleep, and work according to the schedule of Master Eaton. His schedule even dictated the times when Estelle and I might engage in the skills she taught me, for we could do so only when he was absent from the workshop.Now, I could do as I wished. Were I to desire a nap in mid-afternoon, all I need do was wheel my cart under the trees, lie down and go to sleep. Were I to feel hungry, no matter what the time of day, I had only to reach into my cart for a crust of bread and a smearing of butter. I did restrain from these practices for the most part. I had only enough food to sustain me for a week, and I did so desire to begin my work amongst the farm people that I traveled from dawn to dusk.I did miss Estelle’s soft warm body against mine, especially so at night when I spread my blankets on the ground. Often I fell asleep thinking of her soft breasts in my hands while my cock stroked in and out of her cunny. While our couplings were not so frequent as I came to desire, they were made even more wonderful by the intervals between them.The walking and pushing of my cart would be slow, I had thought, but I found my pace nearly that of the coach that had brought me from Whitchurch to Honiton. This was because I need not slow my pace for a particularly rugged stretch of road. I merely steered around the offending pocks and continued on my way.As I walked, I contemplated how I would go about selling my skills to the people of the farms. They knew nothing of me and it was likely they would not trust me for there were tricksters who also roamed the roads. I composed a short little ditty I would use to announce my arrival, tell the people of my skills, and ask if they had any work.I came upon a cottage a day and a half after leaving Honiton, and upon nearing the door, I began my song.I am a happy tinsmithI travel through the landTo mend your pots and other thingsI am the tinker manRound and deep or shallowWith holes both large and smallBring them to my tinker’s cartAnd I will mend them allThe door to the cottage was open to allow in the breeze, and once I had begun my ditty a second time, a woman walked out onto the stoop.She was an older woman, or at least she appeared to be older than Estelle. Her face had the lines I had seen in my mother’s face, and there were a few silver strands showing in the black hair that she had done up in a bun.Her dress, save for the color, was the same type of dress Estelle had always worn, being high at the neck and low at the hem. Unlike Estelle, this woman wore no slippers. She looked at me with a suspicious eye.“Who is this who sings at my doorstep about mending pots?”I bowed, then smiled.“I am Johnathan Harrison Erickson, Ma'am, and I am a tinker. Have you any pots that require mending?”“Yes, I have one or two. What is your price?”I had given the matter of price some considerable thought. In Honiton, the usual price for mending a small spot was two pence, three for a larger spot. Having come from a rural background, I thought these prices somewhat high for those living on a farm. I had established prices that would pay for my time and materials, but not be so high as to cause my customers to reconsider.“A pence for a small spot, a pence and a half pence for a larger one. Should the mending require adding a piece of tin plate, the price would vary.”“What is a small spot and what is a large spot?”I smiled again.“I would have to inspect the spot, of course, but a large spot I would consider one a bit larger than a finger.”She shook her head.“I am a widow woman, and have little coin. I think I shall continue to use my pots as they be.”As I had traveled, I had also considered this possibility. While increasing my purse was the ideal outcome of my work, some of that purse would be required to purchase food that I might eat on a regular basis. If my customers had no coin, they would probably have oats or a slab of bacon they could spare.“Ma'am, if you would be so kind as to offer something in the way of grains or meats, that payment would be also acceptable.”Her face brightened.“I could fix you a meal. I have an ham and some pease from last night.”I had not eaten so well since leaving the workshop, and the prospect of a good meal made my mouth water.“That would be acceptable, Ma'am. Bring out your pots.”The woman went inside and returned with a large kettle and two small pots. It was a quick matter to mend the pots, just a small dam and some tin solder to each. The kettle was somewhat more of a problem. The tin was gone from a large area of the bottom and when I pressed on this area, the iron gave way and left a hole. I would have to add a patch of tin plate.The woman watched as I cut the patch, formed it to the contours of the kettle and then soldered it into place inside and out. She smiled as I handed her the kettle.“That one is a favorite of mine. You know your trade well, I think. Come inside while I heat the ham and pease.”Her kitchen was small with a stove at one end and a small table at the other. She pointed to a chair at the table.“That chair is where my husband sat to take his meals. It will give me pleasure to see a man sitting there again.”Once the ham and pease had been warmed, the woman sat a bowl full in front of me and then handed me a spoon. She sat on the opposite side of the table while I finished that bowl, and then asked if I would like another.I should have politely answered no, but I did so enjoy the flavor. She smiled when I handed her the bowl and went to refill it. When she returned, she remarked that I ate as had her husband.“He would empty a bowl and then ask for more, sometimes twice. He was a man, he was, tall and strong of back. Would that he were still here, for I miss the things he used to do.”I swallowed a mouthful of pease and then asked what those things might be. She smiled and her eyes seemed to gleam.“Oh, a great many things. My Jacob tended the farm, of course, though my son does that work now. There were other things as well. He carried the wood and water, and ploughed the garden in spring, and ;She smiled coyly."Of course, I can not tell you everything he did for me. You would not understand.”My reply was that I was nearly twenty, and had no trouble understanding most things.She smiled.“Do you understand the ways of men with women? It is of that which I speak.”I had not anticipated such a question, and especially not given the difference in our ages. If the woman had a son old enough to tend to the farming, she was surely forty or better while I was still just nineteen.She sat there smiling while I contemplated my situation, and when I did not answer, smiled at me.“It appears you are somewhat shy in answering me. That tells me you do understand. Perhaps I can convince you to demonstrate your skills at that task as well. My husband has been gone four years now, and I crave a man’s touch. Would you be the man to ease that craving?”She began unbuttoning the top of her dress. When the button at her waist was released, she opened the dress and smiled again.Her breasts were at least half again as large as Estelle’s and though they sat lower on her chest, were causing my cock to rise. I knew not what to make of this invitation.“Ma'am, I do not think it would be correct of me to do so. You do not know me and I do not know you.”She chuckled.“Ah, you wish an introducing first. Very well. I am Emily Stoat, and you gave me your name earlier.”She stood and walked to face me. After taking my hand and placing it upon her heavy, right breast she said, “Johnathan, now we know each other.”I confess the yielding softness under my fingertips took away all my reasoning power. Gently I squeezed that softness and Emily caught her breath.“Your hand may be a tinker’s hand, but it would appear it is also the hand of a lover. Is your other hand so gentle?”I lifted her other breast, squeezed it gently, and then lightly stroked the thick teat. Emily said no more. She merely grasped my hand and pulled me through a door on one wall of her kitchen.Upon removing my clothes and lying on the bed beside her naked body, I marveled at her shape. As I related before, I knew her breasts were much larger than Estelle’s. I anticipated the same difference in the girth of her waist and hips. While Emily was somewhat larger in both places, the increase in size was not in the same proportion.Her waist was a bit thicker and her hips were wider, but the increase only increased my desire for her. In fact, I found myself becoming aroused at a faster rate just from the looking.Emily noticed my arousal as well. She smiled, grasped my rigid cock, and stroked it a little, then chuckled.“I wonder if you wield this tool as well as you wield your hammer. Pray show me if your skills with the ladies match your skills at mending pots.”I am proud to say I did my best, though such was not a difficult task. Emily proved to be as avid a lover as Estelle, though in somewhat different ways.While Estelle preferred my attentions to her breasts and teats began softly and increased as did her state of arousal, Emily was more forthright. As soon as I bent my head and took her teat into my mouth, Emily sighed.“Ah, my young tinker, suckle as the calf suckles the cow and do not fear of causing me harm. ‘twill only increase my passions.”Suckle I did and with a somewhat greater vigor than I had with Estelle. The rapid motions seemed to excite Emily very quickly, so quickly that she bade me use two fingers in her cunny. Once my fingers were in her warm portal, Emily adjusted her position somewhat and then sighed.“Lad, your fingers do so arouse my passions. Were you to add a third, I would become aroused even more.”I did as she asked, but was fearful of injuring the soft portal into which I guided a third finger. Emily sighed as it entered her, then rocked up her wide hips a little. As a result, my three fingers were soon stopped by my hand pressing against Emily’s puffy cunny lips and she moaned.“Oh, lad, for so long I have been denied the feeling of having my cunny stretched so. Already I feel my nectar flowing and the need to feel your cock inside me. Pray, stroke a while more and then impale me on your rod.”I confess that I probably did not stroke Emily so long as she desired, but I was overwhelmed by the way she did move her body to force my three fingers deeper inside her. She did not stop me when I knelt between her upraised thighs and attempted to guide my cock to her portal though. Instead, she grasped my shaft and moved it between her swollen lips for a while, then positioned the head at her entrance.“Now, Johnathan, fill my cunny with your stiff cock and do not be gentle about it. My husband was a man and it is a man I need inside me now.”I did as best I could and quickly thrust my cock into Emily’s wet and slippery depths. She moaned and jerked her cunny up into that thrust. When my sack bumped against her bottom, she moaned again.“That is the way a man takes a woman, lad. Continue with such thrusts that I may reach my end. It would cause me great pleasure if you were to give my teats some soft bites as well.”When I made my first thrust, I was somewhat concerned that if her cunny could accept three of my fingers the grip of her passage would not be so snug as that of Estelle. Such proved not to be the case however. As soon as my cock began to penetrate Emily’s depths I felt a tightening around my rigid shaft. I knew not what caused that tightening, but I was well aware of the effect.I was not aware of how pinching Emily’s teats between my teeth would cause her to react, and that reaction was very interesting. At the first pinch, Emily gasped and I felt her belly tighten under mine. I also felt the grip of her cunny tighten more, a feeling that caused me to edge much closer to my final end.As I continued to thrust my cock in and out of Emily’s gripping cunny and as I alternately suckled and pinched her teats with my teeth, I felt Emily’s juices flowing around my cock and down onto my sack. I also heard her little mewing cries and felt her fingers on my backside and attempting to pull my cock inside her deeper.I was very near my end when Emily sucked in a deep breath, held that breath, and by pushing with her heels lifted us both up off the mattress. I felt the squeezing of my cock relax, then tighten over and over again as Emily let her face flop to the side. Her soft thighs squeezed my waist and then began to quiver. I made one last, firm pinch of her left teat between my teeth and Emily’s body became a shuddering sheath that forced me to yield my seed deep inside her. I confess I moaned as the first spurt splashed into her depths, then moaned twice more as my stiff cock spurted.Emily continued to cause her cunny to milk at my cock even though I was spent. After a time, she slowly fell back to the bed, but held me between her thighs. She stroked my back, and sighed.“Ah, such a man I have not felt since my husband went to his reward. Would that I could keep you here, for I wish to feel this way again.”While I would have greatly enjoyed staying with Emily, my primary goal was to return to the place of my birth and begin my shop. I did cause Emily to have those feelings two more times before departing though, once later that night and again very early the next morning. As the sun shone it’s rays over the trees around Emily’s house, she held me close and said her door would always be open to me. I confess that it was with a heavy heart that I pushed my cart on down the road.;I traveled for half a day before stopping in a grove of trees beside the road for a noon meal. That noon meal was a slice of ham Emily had forced me to take though I told her she had more than settled her accounts with me. She only smiled and said the slice of ham was for my exercise of my other skills. As I munched on the thick slab, I reflected that both my skills gave me great pleasure.I also realized that exercising the skills I had learned from Estelle were somewhat tiring when practiced several times in a short period. I had finished half the slice of ham when I was overcome by fatigue and fell asleep leaning against the wheel of my cart.When I woke, the sun was halfway to dropping below the trees. The delay at Emily’s, though a very pleasant delay, had cost me nearly half a day of travel. After vowing that I should not be so tempted again, I began pushing my cart down the road.The sun was nearly behind the trees that lined the roadway when I spied a small farm ahead. Having grown up on a farm, I knew it would be fruitless to call at the house at this hour of the day. The woman of the house would be cooking supper for her husband and her husband would be attending to the chores of the farm such as gathering the hens into their coop and then feeding the livestock. I did resolve to make my call on the morrow after I had seen the man of the house go off to the fields to work.To that end, I pushed my cart up to the house and then some distance from the roadway and after lighting a fire in the stove I used to heat the copper iron I used for soldering, made myself a small serving of oat porridge. Upon eating that along with a small bit of my ham slice, I put out the fire, got my blankets from my cart, and prepared to take my slumbers.Sleep was difficult to achieve, I would suppose because of my nap at my noon meal, so I lay there on my blanket and listened to the sounds of the night. It was the night of a full moon, so the darkness usual inside the trees was greatly diminished, so diminished that I could plainly see the house sitting across the roadway. Contrary to what I had always experienced at my old home, light from a flickering candle still lit the single window I could see.As my eyes refused to close, I rose and ventured toward the roadway as I was curious about that lighted window. I saw nothing but shadows against a wall inside until the sound of the door to the house opening came to my ears. Someone was leaving the house.At first, I was concerned that I had been discovered, but as it was, it was only the lady of the house making a trip to the privy. In the light of the full moon, I could plainly see her in her white night dress, candle lantern in hand, and striding toward the small privy to the side of the house. I thought nothing of this as it was Estelle’s custom to do likewise before retiring.A short time later, the privy door opened and the woman made her way back to the house. I had no sooner heard the door close than it was opened again. My assumption was this would be the man of the house bent upon the same task, but I was mistaken. The person was another woman in a white night dress on her way to the privy. She was carrying the same candle lantern. I knew this because of the distinctive piercings above the glass windows.At first, I thought this second person to be probably a daughter, but as I observed her trip, I was struck by the fact that she did not appear or move as would a young girl. She was as tall as the first woman and her wide hips made the same motion as the first. A daughter to the first woman might be as tall as her mother or even taller, but she would not have the wider hips I had witnessed both Estelle and Emily to have.After the second woman had returned to the house, I expected to see the man of the house next, but no such event occurred. The candle light in the window was extinguished and I assumed the women had gone to bed.I went back to my blankets wondering at what I had just seen. It was common in the countryside for a husband’s or wife’s mother to live with the woman and her husband once her own husband had gone to his reward, but neither woman appeared old enough to have birthed the other.I had never heard of two women living together because such was just not done. A farm required a man to be successful. Women did not understand the working of draft animals nor the husbandry of livestock save possibly the hens that furnished them eggs and the occasional chicken dinner.Was it possible the man of the house had two wives? This again was not possible. Even in the countryside, people had a very strict moral code.Now, I knew that in Honiton, there were well to do men who availed themselves of a mistress in addition to a wife. Estelle had told me this fact and had told me that often the wife was aware of her husband’s dalliances. The wife ignored the transgressions of her husband in order to maintain a secure way of living for her and her children. I thought this to be quite unfair to the wife, especially if that wife had the desires Estelle seemed to hold.Never, though, had I he
The adventures of a tinsmith’s apprentice.Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.I write this memoir to leave somewhat of a legacy to future generations, for my trade, like many, will no doubt be replaced by the mindless machines already in use for the making of pots, pans, and other tin plate work. Some will no doubt shake their heads at parts of this tale, though I make no excuses for it. Such has been my life so far, and it was a life lived to the fullest extent possible. To have done otherwise would mean I would suffer the regrets common to people who have lived a life of propriety until old age and therefore barren of excitement and adventure.I was born Johnathan Harrison Erickson in the year 1753 on the estates of one Baron Farnsworthy, my father being the manager of the crops and livestock at the estate. My early years are of little consequence save that I grew up, as do most boys, being full of adventure and fearing nothing.At the young age of twelve years I knew nothing of what I wished to do in life other than to chase the frogs in the brook and to roll hoops with my brother. I was happy doing so even though there were the occasional chores to be done around my father’s household.It was expected that I would carry water to the sheep that provided a lamb for Easter dinner and wool my mother spun into clothing for us. I was also expected to gather eggs from the hen house every morning and evening. The gathering of eggs would have normally been a chore for young girls, but as I had no female siblings, the task fell to me.I did not mind the sheep. They were calm animals and would always come to my call in hopes of a morsel of the sweet cake of oats and molasses I sometimes brought them. True, were I to turn my back on the ram, he would often give my backside a jolt, but he did so in jest, or at least I believed such.The hens and the rooster I did not like. The hens seemed to be always moody and pecked at my hands when I tried to take the eggs from under them. The rooster was a massive bird with long spurs, and seemed to believe I was after his harem for some reason. If I did not watch carefully, he would fly at me and try to sink his spurs into my leg. Often I wished for a Sunday chicken dinner at which the rooster would be the main course.Upon my thirteenth birthday, my father informed me I was to leave home and learn a trade. He also explained that trade would be as a tinsmith, for he had arranged an apprenticeship for me with a Master Richard Eaton of Honiton in Cornwall. I would be indentured to Master Eaton for six years after which I would have attained the skills of a tinsmith and be able to earn a living for myself.I was somewhat put out by this news. By then, I was aware that while my father was not of the landed gentry, my family did not want as did some, and I had assumed I would follow in his footsteps in a few years for such had been the case with he and his father. To learn that not only was that occupation the one chosen for my younger brother, Edward, but that I was to be banished to a life some hundred miles away was quite a shock.I would suppose the reason to be one of intellect and constitution. Though a year younger than I, my brother stood a head taller and weighed half again as much. He was as strong as the bullocks he wrestled for the purpose of separating them from their knackers that spring. Strong though he was, he had no sense nor inclination toward mathematics or the manual arts.I, on the other hand, was of slight build and greatly enjoyed using my mind to guide my hands in the making of things. Mathematics came easily to me, and I easily learned the basic calculations for the length of iron to form a hoop of a certain size and to construct the various angles used by the blacksmith on the estate.In retrospect, my father’s choice was a wise one. I now know I would not have enjoyed the life of a manager of the fields and livestock nearly so much as I have enjoyed the trade of tinker.;I did not understand this at the time of my departure from the estate and was greatly saddened to see the fine house, barns, and fields fade into the distance as my father drove the wagon to Whitchurch. It was just at first light, and I watched the cows walking toward the barn for their morning milking as the wagon went by their pasture. Boys of my age did not shed tears over something so small as leaving home, though it was with great difficulty I did not do so.In Whitchurch, my father purchased me a passage upon a coach to Honiton, the village in Cornwall where Master Eaton’s shop was located. The journey was to take three days, and after some conversation and the exchange of some coin, the coach driver agreed to guide me through the trip. I was also to sit beside him in his perch high above the horses.After the first mile, I was happy for that open, but secure seat. Several of the coach passengers rode on the roof, for the fare for those seats was much lower than for the padded seats inside. For the reduction in fare, they had exchanged a soft cushion for the hard, wooden roof of the coach, and the comfort of being inside for holding on with all their might to the railing around the roof lest they fall.It was indeed necessary to hold tight to something, for the roadway was not at all smooth and level, being pocked here and there with shallow holes and depressions. As these often occurred on each wheel at a different time, the coach was jostled about in a fearful manner.The driver seemed to ignore these pits, and kept encouraging his team to the trot. At this breakneck speed, the jostling was enough to loosen one’s teeth or so it seemed. Many times I heard the two ladies inside the coach cry out in fear as a coach wheel dropped into a particularly deep hole and then climbed back out.Our first stop was at a way station just outside Andover. At this station, the horses were changed. It was told to me by the coachman this was a new practice. Before, he would have driven his team the ten miles from Whitchurch and then stopped to rest them for an hour. By the changing of the horses, we would be on our way again in only the time required to lead the tired team from the coach and then hook up the traces of the new team.Indeed, this was the case, and I had time only for a drink of water before climbing to the coachman’s box again. He spoke to the new team and cracked his whip, and we were again off.The rest of the journey is not worth relating save that the ride continued to be harsh, the food bad and the sleeping accommodations worse. After paying my three pence for the first night’s lodging and seeing the scurrying insects when I pulled back the blanket, I joined the coachman on one of the seats inside the coach for my sleeping place.;Our arrival in Honiton was likewise uneventful. I dismounted the driver’s box with my small bag of belongings and began looking for Master Eaton. In his letter to my father, he had said he would wear a red shirt. I quickly spied him sitting on a bench in front of the station and went to introduce myself.Master Eaton looked old to me at the time, but such is the way the young view adults I would suppose. I later learned he was forty-one at the time, and had worked many years as a journeyman to earn the title of Master. He seemed to be a stern man. As my apprenticeship progressed, I found this was the case, but that he was also a fair man in his appraisal of my work. After confirming my name, he walked me to the shop attached to one side of his house.Though I did not know what to expect, his shop seemed small in comparison to the blacksmith’s shop on the estate. It was indeed smaller, but I soon learned it was of the appropriate size for the few tools used by a tinsmith. There was a large table used for the laying out and cutting of the tin plate with a large shear at one end. The only other equipment I saw were two devices of iron shaped like the letter “T” stuck into holes in sections of log and what appeared to be a small stove.Of more of a surprise was his wife. Upon seeing her in the kitchen preparing the evening meal, I thought her to be his daughter, for she looked very much younger than he. Master Eaton introduced her as his wife, Estelle. She smiled at me and then went back to her work. Master Eaton then showed me the quarters which would be mine for the duration of my apprenticeship. It was a very small room, more of a large closet really, and directly across the hall from the bedchamber he and Estelle used.;As my apprenticeship was six years and the first four were only my learning the simpler tasks of the trade, it would be somewhat boring to relate those first four years here. Suffice it to say I spent nearly a year at sweeping up the workshop, cleaning the small stove, and filing parts to remove the sharp edges left by the shears. My day began at first light with a breakfast of oats and cream, and ended when the sunlight coming into the workshop through the windows had waned enough it was difficult to see to work. A supper came after a washing up, and then it was off to bed.Only Saturday and Sunday were different. Saturday was market day, and Master Eaton and I would load his wagon with pails, lanterns, and pots and pans, and then go to the village market to sell them. I was expected to demonstrate the features of each to customers and to announce the price when asked. After a day at the market, we would come back to the workshop. I would again clean up and arrange things while Master Eaton counted the proceeds of the sales.On Sundays, we did not work. Master Eaton was a pious man, and insisted upon my attendance at church in the mornings. The afternoons were mine to use as I wished, though since I had no coin, I could only enjoy a walk by the river or a trip through the town to see the sights.;After that first year, Master Eaton taught me to do simple layouts and to use the hand shears. I thought this to be a great achievement at first. After spending hours upon hours laying out and then cutting the ears for pail and lantern handles, I wished for something more. Gradually over that year and the next two, Master Eaton taught me the proper use of the tools in the workshop.By the fourth year of my training, I could make pastry cutters in various designs for sale to the local women. These small cutters were used to cut the dough used for biscuits and tea crackers into pleasing shapes. They were a joy to make, for I was able to use my own designs as well as the standard stars, circles, and ovals. It was with some pride I manufactured pastry cutters in the shape of the waning moon and the snowmen I had drawn on paper as a child.;On my eighteenth birthday, Master Eaton instructed me to make a new candle lantern for Estelle as my first major undertaking. She used the lantern to light her way should she need to use the privy after dark. Her old lantern did not yield much light, for the panes were not of glass but of horn scraped thin enough to be mostly transparent. She wished for one with glass panes.The pattern was to be the same, so I would take her lantern after breakfast, use it during the day to take measurements and to confirm how it was assembled, and then return it to her at dinner. I was very careful in constructing the lantern, because it was a test of my skills by Master Eaton, and also because of its intended owner.When I first arrived at Master Eaton’s workshop, I viewed Estelle as somewhat an ordinary woman. She was not in my estimation a particularly pretty woman though she did have a very pleasant smile and I did like the way in which her long dark-brown hair flowed over her shoulders. Her cooking was very good as were her efforts to maintain a clean house and to care for her husband.On Saturday of every week she changed the sheets on the beds, including those on mine, then washed them and hung them on the lines behind the house to dry. The other days of the week she occupied her time with other housework or the sewing of clothing for herself, Master Eaton, and once I came to live in the house, for me.I confess that as I grew older, I began to look upon Estelle in a different way. I began thinking she was a prettier woman than I had at first thought, and by the time I reached the age of eighteen, had discovered her to have a very arousing figure. I could not see much of her curves, of course. The propriety of the day dictated that women not expose themselves to any save their husband. She did have some ways of working, however, that tightened her bodice to her breasts or outlined the curve of her rounded backside when she assumed certain positions. I was always watching from the corner of my eye for one of these positions.Estelle seemed not to notice my observations. She continued to bend at the waist in front of me when setting my bowl on the table at meal times. Doing so would cause her breasts to well up to the top of her dress, and the soft mounds would draw my eyes and fill my head with thoughts of touching them. She would bend at the waist when retrieving something from her oven as well, and the way her dress outlined her shapely hips caused similar thoughts. Those thoughts usually caused a rising in my trousers.I understood the rising and its purpose, for I had seen the same rising by the ram each spring. His organ would extend from his sheath as he nuzzled a ewe who seemed to be agreeable to his attentions. He would then mount her and thrust his organ through her swollen portal and pump away for a while. My father had explained this was the way the ram planted his seed in the ewe.I had no actual teachings in how this might be accomplished by people, though I assumed it to be much the same, for I had witnessed the same event with the cattle and the horses on the estate. I thought surely women must have a similar entrance though I had never seen a woman in such a state of undress that I might do a proper inspection. I could only imagine how such an entrance might appear every time Estelle bent to get some item from a low shelf or her oven.It was often I imagined such of an evening, and stroked my manhood in an attempt to simulate what I imagined how coupling with a woman would feel. The first time seed erupted from the tip, I gasped, for the sensation was quite overpowering. It was also very pleasant, and from that day forth, I would exercise my imagination when visiting the privy.Those visits were very pleasurable, though I felt the act would be even more so when done as nature intended. Alas, though I saw several girls of my age as they accompanied their mothers into the workshop to purchase a new pail or pan, I was somewhat backward with the ladies. They were a mystery to me, a mystery that tied my tongue into knots when I attempted to speak to them.;As I related earlier, Estelle sewed the clothing we wore every day. She was an excellent seamstress, though my trousers and shirts tended to be loose fitting at first. Her reasons for the fit was that I was growing taller and broader through the shoulders, and were the fit proper at first, I would quickly be stretching her seams to the breaking point. She would size my clothing by using a string to obtain the various lengths and circumferences required, and then lay the string upon a rule and record the actual dimension.I was eighteen and a half when she came to the workshop one afternoon. Master Eaton happened to be away at the rolling mill to purchase a supply of tin plate that day. I was taking the measurements for Estelle’s new lantern at the time.Estelle smiled and said my trousers were nearly worn through at the knees and she would make me a new pair. She produced her measuring string and began.Estelle wrapped her string around my waist as she had in the past, but her fingers seemed to trace from my sides to my belly in a somewhat different manner. I took little notice of this as her interruption would cost me half an hour of working time and Master Eaton had given me a required date for the completion of her lantern.Estelle pinched the string between her fingers, then laid it on her rule and noted the length on a small piece of paper. Then, she used her string to measure from my waist to my ankles. Again, her fingertips seemed to trace the path of the string, and this time, I felt a twinge in my manhood. She recorded that measurement as she had for my waist and then proceeded to measure from my ankle to my crotch. She had never made this measurement in the past and I wondered at the reason.She smiled at my expression.“Boys do not require so loose a fit as men. As you are nearly a man, I must increase the fit that you may be comfortable.”I understood her meaning and thought this to be a reasonable explanation, though my manhood and sack had been of a quite larger size for some time now. That there might be a different reason did not occur to me until she made the measurement.With her left hand, Estelle held the end of her string at my ankle. She asked me to spread my legs a little, and once I had done so, her right paid out the string as she slowly moved her hand upwards. Her fingers brushed the inside of my thigh and I felt that same stirring in my manhood. They moved further up, still slowly, until they touched my sack. My manhood gave a lurch that pushed out the front of my trousers.I was quite embarrassed, but Estelle seemed not to notice. When she turned to do the recording, I quickly pushed my manhood to an upright position and somewhat relived the bulge in my trousers.Estelle made the measurement several times, saying she wished to be certain of the dimension. I was certain she would notice how my erect manhood still bulged my trousers since her hand touched it with each measuring attempt, but she said nothing. After she measured around my thigh in the area of my crotch and touched my sack several times in the process, my manhood was frightfully erect and I knew she must see it. Still, she gave no indication different than in the past.As one might surmise, my manhood would not lay back down after such an experience. When Estelle went back into the house, I went to the privy. Remembering how her small hands had touched my body was enough to bring an end to my arousal. I went back to the workshop to resume my work.;As I had learned from Master Eaton, all Masters of a certain craft belonged to a guild of those craftsmen. They met from time to time to discuss the craft and more importantly, the pricing of such goods the craftsmen made. In this way, they were able to value their wares at such prices as would bring in a good income and no Master would seek to price his work lower than any other. A week after Estelle had measured me for my new trousers, Master Eaton left for the guild meeting. I knew from past meetings it would be the next morning when he returned.Estelle and I ate our evening meal and then prepared for bed. As was my usual practice, I went to the privy to relieve myself that I should not require the trip halfway through the night. Upon returning to the house, I quietly walked down the short hall for I did not wish to disturb Estelle. When I passed her door, it was ajar a ways, and I could not stop myself from looking through the opening.Estelle stood beside their bed and she was without any clothing at all. She was facing away from me, and I felt my manhood begin to rise at the sight of her slender thighs, soft rounded hips, and the small diamond shaped opening between those thighs and hips. I could not tear away my eyes. Such a sight I had never before seen, and my mind drank in every soft curve.Estelle
A refreshing and honest chat about building a small business, regionally, and all the chaos you experience along the way. This one has it all. The engaging Raechel Whitchurch, Owner and Head Booking Agent of Sure Thing Agency, is bringing you her business building story in this episode. In it she shares all about: Aligning work to family needs Knowing you want to work for yourself before knowing what you'll be doing Finding a niche by just getting started Backing in your own value Measuring success beyond financials A view on our inbuilt fear of appearing “flaky” for pivoting Paying later for our flexibility in business And the concept of future faking we do as entrepreneurs – that one hits home If you want real stories of building the business of your dreams, you're in the right spot. Check out Sure Thing Agency online at surethingagency.com You can find more show notes and transcripts at unemployedandafraid.com.au/episodes. And don't forget to follow Unemployed & Afraid on IG , TikTok and LinkedIn Join our Facebook Group And show your support for this independent podcast and small business by shouting your host a cuppa at buymeacoffee.com/unemployedpod You can reach your host on email kim@unemployedandafraid.com.au on IG on LinkedIn or via unemployedandafraid.com.auSupport the show by shouting me a cuppa (or 2): https://www.buymeacoffee.com/unemployedpodSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Raechel Whitchurch crafts songs that resonate deeply. Her childhood performing in her family band fostered a strong connection to rural Australia. She spent her early years living in a caravan, traveling, and performing, before establishing herself as one of Australia's most promising new country artists. Her debut album, Finally Clear, debuted at #1 on the ARIA Australian Country Charts, and her highly anticipated sophomore album, What a Time to Be Alive, which was released in May 2024. PLEASE NOTE THIS EPISODE CONTAINS CONVERSATIONS ABOUT MISCARRIAGE if this episode triggers any concerns please reach out to the right areas of support. The Pink Elephants Support Network - Understanding MiscarriageFollow Raechel on Instagram and follow her Instagram picks or social suggestions:@raechelwhitchurch @fannylumsden@surething_agencyEnjoyed the episode- producing these podcast are a blast and take time, I would love it if you could show me some love and support, by liking, rating and sharing this episode or you can do so by - Buying me a coffeePlease make sure you leave a review or rate this episode. @married_tothe_landHide to Tide, the Workwear brand that is outfitting Rural Australians.Their shirts are created with comfort and class, made to last. With fine details that add a pretty touch to your work attire, you'll stand out for all the right reasons.Featuring long sleeves, big pockets, and soft durable cotton, Hide to Tide has you covered all day long. www.hidetotide.com.au and use code “MTTL10” for 10% off.
In this episode, we explore the tragic story of Joseph Whitchurch, a bright and promising 16-year-old from Stapleford. His life was brutally taken on a cold December night in 2020. Join us as we delve into the events leading up to that fateful night, the complicated relationships that lured him into a false sense of security, and the subsequent legal proceedings. Follow Midlands Murder Files on Instagram @MidlandsMurderFiles
Raechel Whitchurch writes songs about things that matter. Her childhood was spent performing in her family band and instilled a connection to rural Australia. She spent most of her early years living in a caravan while travelling and performing, before establishing herself as one of Australia's most promising new country artists. Her debut album ‘Finally Clear' debuted at #1 on ARIA Australian Country Charts, and her highly anticipated sophomore album, ‘what a time to be alive' will be released later this month. I sat down with Raech to talk about motherhood, rural life, and importantly, why she wrote a song about her miscarriage. This is her story.Warning: this episode discusses preganancy loss. If you need support, please contact Red Nose Grief and Loss who offer a 24/7 support line on 1300 308 307Nutrien Ag Solutions is proud to partner with Dolly's Dream to raise awareness of the important services and support they provide to young people and families being impacted by bullying. Remember, This Friday is Do It For Dolly Day - join the Nutrien team this Do It For Dolly Day by wearing blue and sharing their message of kindness #BeKind.https://www.instagram.com/motherlandaustralia
Broken Hill-born country singer-songwriter Raechel Whitchurch spent most of her childhood travelling in her family's country music band, before establishing herself as one of Aussie music's most recognisable country artists. But her path to songwriting was far from guaranteed. In fact, it wasn't until her family saw Kasey Chambers' family group The Dead Ringer Band perform in Broken Hill that country music became a family career. Her Dad thought it would be a great way to make a living, so they all became self-taught musicians. After several local talent quests, the Lee family packed their lives into a caravan and hit the road on two laps of Australia and a six-month stint in Arnhem Land performing in their travelling country family band, The Lees. Raechel, the eldest, was aged only 12, but it's a lifestyle she has taken on as her own into adulthood with her husband Ben and three children on the road as well. And as Raechel tells us on Streets of Your Town, her songs don't flinch from telling the hardships as well as the fun times of life in rural and remote Australia. Contact Nance AKA The Wandering Journo and find socials links HERE Get the full story, and join The Wandering Journo tribe at substack.soyt.com See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Justine Whitchurch was on our TVs in the 90's, thriving on the surface, but drinking to soothe anxiety and OCD underneath. In this episode, Justine's story reveals the harsh realities of addiction—how it can lead us to isolation, shame, near death — and turn us into someone we hardly recognise. As with many of us, Justine's dependence on alcohol slowly grew and eventually took over. Following a family intervention, after nearly dying from alcohol poisoning, Justine surrendered to recovery. From there, Justine did the work and and grew from strength to strength. Justine shares the process that she followed to regain control of her life, emphasising the importance of establishing healthy habits to replace the once-destructive patterns of addiction and the societal pressures that often accompany the decision to abstain. This episode offers hope and guidance for anyone seeking to drink less alcohol and rediscover their health, fitness and purpose.LEARN MORE ABOUT JUSTINE WHITCHUCHInstagram: @jusswhitchurchWeb: https://justinewhitchurch.com.auMEG & BELLAMegan Webb: https://glassfulfilled.com.auInstagram: @glassfulfilledIsabella Ferguson: https://isabellaferguson.com.auInstagram: @alcoholandstresswithisabellaInstagram: @kidsandalcohol
In this episode of “From Darkness to Life”, Ryan engages in a captivating conversation with Justine Whitchurch from Gold Coast, Australia. Justine courageously shares her profound journey through alcoholism and addiction, revealing the raw moments of her fall from grace. But this story isn't just about darkness; it's about resilience, redemption, and purpose. Justine reveals how she harnessed the power of fitness to propel herself into recovery. Today, she wears multiple hats: Personal Trainer, Online Coach, and Author.Her book, “SOBRIETY DELIVERED EVERYTHING ALCOHOL PROMISED”, not only chronicles her personal experiences but also serves as an inspiring guide for others seeking transformation and purpose. Whether you're navigating your own path or simply seeking inspiration, this episode promises hope, strength, and the unwavering spirit of resilience.Tune in to “From Darkness to Life” as Ryan and Justine explore the journey from despair to life-affirming choices. Find out more about Justine:Instagram @jusswhitchurch https://justinewhitchurch.com.au/
Jamie & Leigh caught up with the amazing Raechel Whitchurch ahead of her Great Southern Nights performance at The Curious Rabbit. New music, a move back to the country, and what is the Hillbilly Jam Night?See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Justine Whitchurch is a sobriety advocate, Health and Fitness Coach and writer who almost lost her life in 2012 when her alcohol addiction became too much. With a music career, kids and relationship in the wings, entering rehab was do or die for Justine and now she's set on helping others break cycles of addiction. Read more of Justine's story in her book, 'Sobriety Delivered Everything Alcohol Promised'. Listen to more from our Hope Podcasts collection at hopepodcasts.com.au. And send the team a message via Hope 103.2's app, Facebook or Instagram.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
In tonight's programme - Three premier league teams will look to maintain their unbeaten starts to the season as the latest Manx football fixtures await; In rugby, Vagabonds men will host their first home game of the new season at the weekend with Vagas Ladies away on cup duty and Douglas welcoming Whitchurch to Port-e-Chee; And, we get the lowdown ahead of the latest Manx Mixed Hockey fixtures as week four of the campaign takes place this weekend Rob Pritchard is joined by Tony Mepham, Dave Christian and Ben Cunningham
Sunshine and summer downpours on a hilly Cheshire hike with great views. On the way Clare hears from two friends about how walking has helped them cope with life changing events. Linda Ashworth only discovered walking after her children left home but it became a stress-relieving necessity when her husband suffered a serious accident. Her love of putting one foot in front of the other grew to such an extent that she went onto gain hill and moorland leadership qualifications and set up a business leading walks for ‘ladies of my age'. Tracey was diagnosed, age 40, with acute myeloid leukaemia. The treatment, she says, 'turned my bones to sugar' and she broke her back in five places. This left her unable to walk properly for years, relying on a mobility scooter to get her into the countryside. However, as she slowly recovered, she discovered rambling was a good way to rebuild strength, balance and coordination. To mark her 50th year she went with a group of supportive friends and family on a celebratory three day hike around the Lake District. Linda led the way. For today's walk, Linda and Tracey take Clare along a section of the Sandstone Trail. It's a 34 mile long route stretching from Frodsham in Cheshire to Whitchurch just over the Shropshire border. They started at grid ref SJ494526 and headed north. The map they used: OS 257 Crewe and Nantwich. Presenter: Clare Balding Producer: Karen Gregor
It's been a busy week and a warm one too, so did that affect Katie introducing a Chef to the stage in Italian at Ludlow Food Festival?! Whilst there, Katie chats essentials in your cupboard with Suki Pantal from Suki's Curries and Spices, in Malvern, Worcestershire. Stuart Collins from Docket 33 in Whitchurch, Shropshire reveals exactly what his old boss Gordon Ramsey was like, and before Mrs Beeton, there was Elizabeth Raffald - we hear from Dr Neil Buttery who has written all about this incredible woman.Keep upto date with behind the scenes news, as well as links to any of Katie's guests, by following Shackbaggerly on Facebook and/or Instagram, and please spread the word about Shackbaggerly, wherever you are in the world. Thank you for listening, and see you next time. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/katie-johnson73/message
Justine Whitchurch is a sobriety advocate, Health and Fitness Coach and writer who almost lost her life in 2012 when her alcohol addiction became too much. With a music career, kids and relationship in the wings, entering rehab was do or die for Justine and now she's set on helping others break cycles of addiction. Read more of Justine's story in her book, 'Sobriety Delivered Everything Alcohol Promised'. Listen to more from our Hope Podcasts collection at hopepodcasts.com.au. And send the team a message via Hope 103.2's app, Facebook or Instagram.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
In this week's episode I'm sitting down with sobriety speaker, author and fitness coach Justine Whitchurch. Justine made the decision to quit drinking after developing an unhealthy relationship with alcohol while trying to self-medicate her mental health. Making the decision to get sober changed the course of Justine's life and she's spent the best part of the last decade finding her purpose in fitness and helping others. Today, Justine is a passionate sobriety advocate, promoting a booze free lifestyle and working to create a world where being sober is just as normal as being a drinker. We had an awesome conversation and covered a range of topics including: Self-medicating your mental health – 5:30 Living with OCD – 12:00 Escaping with alcohol – 16:30 Normalising sobriety – 26:00 The lengths we go to – 32:30 Finding fitness and purpose – 39:43 To see Justine's Behind The Smile photo, head to Ash's website. You can follow Ash and Behind The Smile on IG here: @ashbutterss You can find Justine using the links below: Website: Justine Whitchurch Instagram: @jusswhitchurch If you or someone you know if struggling with mental health or addiction, please reach out for support. Some support options include: • A healthcare professional • Alcoholics Anonymous • Lifeline or Beyond Blue (Australia) • CheckPoint (global) If you'd like to support the show you can "Buy Me A Coffee" by following the link below: YES I'D LOVE TO SUPPORT BEHIND THE SMILE PODCAST
"When I was a kid, a little junior baby map addict, it always worried me enormously - Flintshire (detached). Why is it detached? What's wrong with it?" Mike Parker is obsessed by an area of Flintshire called the Maelor. On the map he says it looks like a calloused big toe sticking into the plump ribs of England. Situated slightly south of a line between Wrexham and Whitchurch, it follows few of the expected border rules. And to prove his point, he's taking Miles Warde on a tour, from the Wychbrook to Hanmer and the border post on the strange Fenn's mosses. You'll also hear from a local Welsh language teacher called Dr Cymraeg - aka Stephen Rule - and visit the vicarage where author Lorna Sage grew up. Her most famous book is called Bad Blood. Mike Parker is the author of All The Wide Border: Wales, England and the Places Between The producer in Bristol is Miles Warde
148. Opinionating on Australian trucking and Australian trucking news. Aussie music and a bit of fun. Contact Greg and take the survey! Greg Casey Student # 20028151 PhD Candidate - Policing School of Social Sciences Western Sydney University Email: 22028151@student.westernsydney.edu.au
Imagine hearing the words; 'You have 3 months to live.' These were the words told to Justine Whitchurch over 10 years ago. Justine is a personal trainer, author, model and motivational speaker. Having experienced a near-death alcohol addiction, Justine now lives her life with health and fitness as the core foundation. Breeza and Maso have been following Justine on Instagram for a while now, and she looks as good over zoom as she does on the gram. Justine is a picture of health! As you will learn in this chat, Justine's health hasn't always been this good. Justine's drinking started out as fun, then alcohol became her medication. She compromised her health with her drinking and also compromised her role as a mum from the grip that alcohol had on her. But as Justine says, she was one of the lucky ones with a supportive family around her she was able to go to rehab and still be with her children.Exercise played an enormous role in her recovery, and still does. Her purpose now is to pay forward the gift that sobriety and healthy living gave her through her ‘Fearful to Fierce' program. She is also an advocate for embracing the ‘age is no barrier' principle and continues to demonstrate this through her love of fashion and modeling.Find Justine on Instagram @jusswhitchurch.Sober retreat 23rd - 28th July from more information visit https://book.journeyretreats.com.au/justine-whitchurch Thanks to our Podcast partner Altina Drinks www.altinadrinks.com.Enjoy 15% off Altina Drinks using BFB15.Altina are Non-Alcoholic wines built from Botanicals and Australian Native ingredients. An alcohol-free drink option that tastes great, without all the sugar! Altina make alcohol-free drinking stylish, fun, interesting and accessible with their Zero Proof™ Non Alcoholic Craft Wines and alcohol free products.Gut Performance is a raspberry flavoured prebiotic gut health drink for men and women made from a blend of superfoods that nourishes your gut's natural biome. This prebiotic supplement comes in a tasty powder that can help your digestive system, boost your immunity, and aid general gut issues. Gut Performance is scientifically formulated to help transform your gut, helping with bloating, IBS & gut inflammation. Use BFB15 for 15% off at www.gutperformance.com.auCinch is an uncomplicated, multi-benefit skincare routine packed with clinically proven ingredients for maximum results. Use BFB25 for 25% off full price products at www.cinchskin.com.If any of today's discussion is triggering, please reach out to your local support centre. In Australia, that's Lifeline 13 11 14.
It's Easter and we've got a huge show for you this week. Andy has Rachel Witchurch for a chat plus a couple of great tracks from her. TWU National Secretary Michael Kaine is back in the ring for another turn and Ken Wilson joins us to talk about his truck friendly program. Plus the news and of course Bob McMillan with something to talk about. BTW it's also the anniversary of Razorback. 44 years!
Nirjala is a 41-year-old Nepalese national triathlete and a mother of two. She was Nepal's national mountain biking champion for 12 years, from 2001 to 2012, and after dominating the mountain biking scene for 12 years, Nirjala was known as the "Mountain Queen" by her peers. Nirjala is now a triathlete on the Nepal National Team. On June 6th, 2021, Nirjala completed the UK Ultimate Triathlon event in Whitchurch after 15 hours and 13 minutes. The full Ironman distance includes 3.8 kilometers of swimming, 180 kilometers of cycling, and 42 kilometers of running. She then became the first Nepali female athlete to complete a full Ironman-distance triathlon. Her historic achievement was publicly recognized as the "First Nepalese Female Athlete to achieve" by Nepal Triathlon Association President, Mr. Nilendra Raj Shrestha. New episodes of the Tough Girl Podcast go live every Tuesday at 7am UK time - Subscribe so you don't miss out. You can support the mission to increase the amount of female role models in the media. Learn more by visiting www.patreon.com/toughgirlpodcast . Thank you. Show notes Who is Nirjala Speaking with Nirjala previously on the Tough Girl Podcast Discovering triathlon Living in UAE in 2011 and training for mountain biking Thinking about doing an Ironman Making the transition from mountain biking to triathlon Stopping mountain biking and focusing on family Wanting to lose weight after having children Getting back into training after having a C section Why she wanted to do a triathlon Learning how to swim as an adult Overcoming her fear of open water Taking on her first sprint triathlon Learning to swim front crawl in 2018 Not feeling confident in the water Dealing with feelings of panic while in the water Feeling more confident in the water Training for open water swimming Learning how to float Doing her first Full Ironman triathlon Following a free training plan found online Balancing training time with her family Being on the start line of the race Being worried about the cold water Eating during the race Feeling relief and happiness crossing the finish line Recovering afterwards Feeling a lot of pain at the end and not being able to sleep How to connect and follow on the social Final words of advice to motivate and inspire you to take on your next challenge How to face your fears even when you are afraid Why you can do anything you want in your life Social Media Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NirjalaTamrakar
Link to bioRxiv paper: http://biorxiv.org/cgi/content/short/2023.01.20.524909v1?rss=1 Authors: Mao, H., Szafranska, K., Kruse, L., Holte, C., Wolfson, D. L., Ahluwalia, B. S., Whitchurch, C. B., Cole, L., Lockwood, G. P., Diekmann, R., Le Couteur, D. G., Cogger, V. C., McCourt, P. A. G. Abstract: Xanthines such as caffeine and theobromine are among the most consumed psychoactive stimulants in the world, either as natural components of coffee, tea and chocolate, or as food additives. The present study assessed if xanthines affect liver sinusoidal endothelial cells (LSEC). Cultured primary rat LSEC were challenged with xanthines at concentrations typically obtained from normal consumption of xanthine-containing beverages, food or medicines; and at higher concentrations below the in vitro toxic limit. The fenestrated morphology of LSEC were examined with scanning electron and structured illumination microscopy. All xanthine challenges had no toxic effects on LSEC ultrastructure as judged by LSEC fenestration morphology, or function as determined by endocytosis studies. All xanthines in high concentrations (150 g/mL) increased fenestration frequency but at physiologically relevant concentrations, only theobromine (8 g/mL) showed an effect. LSEC porosity was influenced only by high caffeine doses which also shifted the fenestration distribution towards smaller pores. Moreover, a dose-dependent increase in fenestration number was observed after caffeine treatment. If these compounds induce similar changes in vivo, age-related reduction of LSEC porosity can be reversed by oral treatment with theobromine or with other xanthines using targeted delivery. Copy rights belong to original authors. Visit the link for more info Podcast created by Paper Player, LLC
Justine is back for another round with the boys! In this episode we catch up with Justine on her life since our last chat, we discuss a sober retreat she is in the works in organising, the challenges of opening up a non-alcoholic venue and finding sober groups. We talk with Justine about her son and daughter moving into adulthood, how her experience with alcohol shaped her children's outlook with it in a more productive direction, handling her son turning 18 and attending Schoolies and the importance of open communication around mental health in her household. Justine lays out why women love sober men! Much to our delight! We also dive into what's unattractive about drunk people. It's never too late! So tune in for another awesome yarn with an incredible inspiring woman. Justine's Links: BUY HER BOOK: https://justinewhitchurch.com.au/product/sobriety-delivered-everything-alcohol-promised/ Website: http://www.justinewhitchurch.com.au Email: info@justinewhitchurch.com.au Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/justinewhitchurchenterprises Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jusswhitchurch LAST DRINKS PODCAST LINKS: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lastdrinkspodcast Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@lastdrinkspodcast YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@lastdrinkspodcast
The magi of Tagalyn reach the outskirts of Whitchurch, in our playthrough of Thomas Kane's classic "Black Death" for Ars Magica. https://atlas-games.com/arsmagica
In 1841, after years of sacrifice and travel, Orson Hyde arrived in Jerusalem. His brief but impactful mission had innumerable effects on the Church in the Holy Land. In this episode, Professor of Ancient Scripture David Whitchurch takes us through Orson Hyde's journey, which paved the way for the miraculous opening of the BYU Jerusalem Center. Professor Whitchurch also reflects on his own journey of learning about this spiritual giant—and shows why Orson Hyde's story is such an important example to us all.
Farmer's son and Nuffield Scholar, Rob Bebbington, runs Alderford Lake near Whitchurch, Shropshire, a bustling leisure venue with thousands of visitors.People love the rich, varied and hugely fun events they organise all year round .. Nightmare Island is fully booked this week for Halloween! We loved looking round the high quality farm shop and sipping the delicious coffee overlooking the lake, doing our research...https://alderford.comPlease follow our Instagram page @fromthehorsebox and we would love to hear any feedback on our email address fromthehorsebox@gmail.com what question would you have liked to ask?
David continues his conversation with Brad Whitchurch. In this second part, Brad shares mistakes made and lessons learned from building the culture at Seal Shield, as well as his hopes and projections for the future of the company.
In this episode, David welcomes Brad Whitchurch, the founder, CEO, and chairman of Seal Shield. In 2006, Brad invented the world's first dishwasher-safe keyboard and mouse, and grew the company into an internationally recognized provider of infection control solutions. Today, Seal Shield is an award-winning workplace that is intentional about its people and its company culture. At their helm is Brad Whitchurch, a true Culture Architect.
In this episode of Last Drinks, Justine Whitchurch explains her journey from alcohol-fulled benders to sobriety advocate. The now 48-year old Mum used to dread kids parties and the school pick-up, admitting her friends has no idea she was harbouring a shameful secret. Her addiction to alcohol was creeping into every area of her life, and she felt stuck and suffocated in shame. It took Justine a few attempts at her sobriety, to completely understand it and now it works for her on all levels. She is her healthiest, best serving self and has some wonderful advice to share about addiction and recovery. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Part 2 of Eoin's chat with Justine Whitchurch (@jusswhitchurch).Justine is a personal trainer, author, model and motivational speaker ( https://justinewhitchurch.com.au/ ).Having experienced a near death alcohol addiction, while admittedly at her worst she was consuming “about three bottles of wine a day, and a few shots of vodka”, Justine now lives her life with health and fitness as her core foundation.Her self-published book ‘Sobriety Delivered Everything Alcohol Promised' ("Sobriety Delivered Everything Alcohol Promised") outlines the steps she took after hitting rock bottom with just months to live.Just a few years after Justine was sober, she was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at the age of 44. Something that came as a massive shock initially, but she feels it came at ‘the perfect time', and she was prepared for it as her daughter was previously diagnosed with T1D at the age of 7.Justine openly shares her darkest times, how she survived, and what steps she took to ultimately become the fittest and healthiest she's ever been.As always, be sure to rate, comment, subscribe and share. Your interaction and feedback really helps the podcast. The more Diabetics that we reach, the bigger impact we can make!Questions & Stories for the Podcast?:theinsuleoinpodcast@gmail.comConnect, Learn & Work with Eoin:https://linktr.ee/insuleoin Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.
In this week's episode Eoin chats with Justine Whitchurch (@jusswhitchurch).Justine is a personal trainer, author, model and motivational speaker ( https://justinewhitchurch.com.au/ ).Having experienced a near death alcohol addiction, while admittedly at her worst she was consuming “about three bottles of wine a day, and a few shots of vodka”, Justine now lives her life with health and fitness as her core foundation.Her self-published book ‘Sobriety Delivered Everything Alcohol Promised' ("Sobriety Delivered Everything Alcohol Promised") outlines the steps she took after hitting rock bottom with just months to live.Just a few years after Justine was sober, she was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes at the age of 44. Something that came as a massive shock initially, but she feels it came at ‘the perfect time', and she was prepared for it as her daughter was previously diagnosed with T1D at the age of 7.Justine openly shares her darkest times, how she survived, and what steps she took to ultimately become the fittest and healthiest she's ever been.As always, be sure to rate, comment, subscribe and share. Your interaction and feedback really helps the podcast. The more Diabetics that we reach, the bigger impact we can make!Questions & Stories for the Podcast?:theinsuleoinpodcast@gmail.comConnect, Learn & Work with Eoin:https://linktr.ee/insuleoin Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.
Today in the Confessional, host Sandy Lowres chats with a remarkable woman and her journey to sobriety after an addiction threatened her life.Justine Whitchurch is a personal trainer, author, and recovered alcoholic (now thriving) 49year old Mum of two. There has never been a more pertinent time to speak a message of hope to all of those caught in the clutches of poor mental and physical health, alcoholism, and addiction during this challenging time of COVID19 and its aftermath. Every day, people are suffering and self-medicating with alcohol which Justine refers to as the ‘EPIDEMIC that will outlive the PANDEMIC'.Her writing and blogging experience is centred around self-medicating, alcohol addiction, how exercise was the key to her turn around, mental health maintenance, living without alcohol although being ‘around' it, and so much more. Her journey of recovery is detailed in her book 'Sobriety delivered EVERYTHING alcohol promised'. Justine continues to 'make her mess her message' to provide an example that life without the bottle is beautiful. www.justinewhitchurch.com.auInstagram - @jusswhitchurchFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/jusswhitchurchYou can find Sobriety Delivered Everything Alcohol Promised here:https://www.amazon.com.au/SOBRIETY-DELIVERED-EVERYTHING-ALCOHOL-PROMISED-ebook/dp/B08Q4HD81M
Andy and Carly join Jonathan in his hometown to explore the local village and discover the wildlife on show.
“Don’t be afraid to start small with your philanthropic ideas“ Margo Whitchurch, the CFO for Allgire Construction and Allgire Foundation shares how to create a game changing impact with your business that grows the bottom line. Big Takeaways from Margo: How to measure and communicate the intangibles of social impact beyond the bottom line How … Read More »
Clean Talk - The State of Infection Control w/ Brad Whitchurch
Clean Talk podcast is almost a year old! Over the past year, host Bradley Whitchurch, has gained in-depth insight into the infection control & healthcare space with industry pioneers & thought leaders about the latest advancements and what is to come in the future of infection control technologies and beyond.Join the Live Q&A Podcast with Andrew McCarthy, the president of Seal Shield, and Brad Whitchurch to learn the latest advancements & hear your questions answered live on air.Clean Talk Live Webinar: https://cleantalk.onlineClean Talk Official Website: https://cleantalk.tvLinkedin Group: https://linkedin.com/groups/9094477/Facebook Group: https://facebook.com/groups/986587845276744Buzzsprout: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/1841006.rss
In this episode, Will & Mitch up their game, ball out for the very first guest of the Last Drinks Podcast. Introducing 48-year-old Justine Whitchurch, 8.5 years sober, Queensland mother of two, 90's pop (super)star, sobriety speaker & fitness coach. She's written a book "Sobriety Delivered Everything Alcohol Promised", an open detailed account of her struggle with alcohol addiction, and her triumphant pursuit in living an active, fulfilling, sober lifestyle. We are delighted to have her on as our first guest. Thank you Justine! Find Justine at: BUY HER BOOK: https://justinewhitchurch.com.au/product/sobriety-delivered-everything-alcohol-promised/ Website: http://www.justinewhitchurch.com.au Email: info@justinewhitchurch.com.au Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/justinewhitchurchenterprises Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jusswhitchurch LAST DRINKS PODCAST LINKS: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lastdrinkspodcast Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@lastdrinkspodcast
Action Network baseball editor Collin Whitchurch and senior writer Sean Zerillo are back for another episode of Payoff Pitch! The guys think today's 15-game slate is a little underwhelming from a betting standpoint but still have plenty of angles. Whitchurch has his eye on a NRFI and Zerillo is targeting a new dumpster team in today's episode. Tune in as they weed through Friday's slate to find the most value on the board. They give their favorite sides, totals, F5 plays and the occasional player prop along the way. They finish things off with their best bets [16:30]. Subscribe, rate and review for more MLB betting content throughout the season.
The whole Payoff Pitch crew is back together! Action Network baseball editor Collin Whitchurch, senior writer Sean Zerillo and host Brendan Glasheen discuss Friday's MLB slate from a betting perspective. The guys dive into the matchups of the day and weed through Friday's 15-game slate to find the most value on the board giving their favorite sides, totals, F5 plays and the occasional player prop along the way. Don't forget to subscribe, rate and review for more MLB betting content throughout the season. You can also follow Whitchurch and Zerillo's bets on the award-winning Action Network app as well as track your own. Download it today!
Observations on the nature, causes and cure of melancholy- especially of that which is commonly called religious melancholy-by Fawcett, Benjamin, 1715-1780 from wiki- Fawcett was born at Sleaford, Lincolnshire, on 16 August 1715, the youngest of ten children. He entered Philip Doddridge's dissenting academy at Northampton in 1738. In March 1741 Doddridge sent him to Whitchurch and Chester to collect evidence for an alibi in the case of Bryan Connell, then under sentence of death for murder -executed 3 April-. In the same year Fawcett became minister of Paul's Meeting, Taunton, where he was ordained on 16 June 1742, forty ministers being present. Doddridge went down to take part in the ordination, and was presented to Fawcett's future wife. In 1745 Fawcett moved to Kidderminster. Here Doddridge visited him in 1747, and found his ministry prospering- he had 316 catechumens. He seems to have retained his popularity to the close of his life. He was very zealous in founding country congregations.
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On the 28th of September 1939, 4 year old Joyce Cox was walking home from Whitchurch Infants School in Whitchurch, Cardiff with her cousin and older brother Dennis. Somewhere along the few minute journey, Joyce disappeared and her family couldn't find her anywhere. Her body was later found and it was discovered that she had been strangled. Joyce's case became cold when no new leads came in but her family now hope that DNA can be used to solve her murder .Information provided by: http://www.unsolved-murders.co.uk/murder-content.php?key=1108&termRef=Joyce%20Coxhttps://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/uk-wales-41247711https://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/prime-suspect-1939-murder-joyce-13673649https://www.itv.com/news/wales/2017-09-22/polices-last-chance-to-solve-the-murder-of-four-year-old-girl-78-years-agohttps://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4877238/Murder-probe-launched-78-YEARS-girl-four-killed.htmlMusic by: dl-sounds.comFollow the Unseen Podcast on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-unseen-podcast/id1318473466?uo=4Follow the Unseen Podcast on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0xWK7Mu3bTP6oziZvxrwSK?si=QxvyPkZ2TdCDscnfxyeRawFollow the Unseen Podcast on Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/the-unseen-podcastJoin our Facebook group https://www.facebook.com/unseenpodFollow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/theunseenpodFollow us on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/theunseenpod/Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theunseenpod?fan_landing=true
From peeking over hedgerows to see flowers from a different viewpoint and scrumping apples on a horse, leading nursery expert Rosemary Hardy's love of plants and gardening blossomed from a very young age. Rosemary chats to Peter Brown and Chris Day about the development of the nursery from a walled garden just down the road to their current beautifully nurtured 13-acre Hampshire Nursery in Freefolk.Painting with plants is Rosemary's mantra and we find out about the fascinating perennial flower scene as well discovering the philosophy of right plants, right place. Rosemary shares her wealth of plant knowledge and tells us about when things don't quite go to plan at the flower shows.We learn about the best size of plants to plant in the garden, tips to get your cottage garden plants established and find out more about the process of creating those Gold winning displays at the famous Royal Horticultural Society's shows.First time gardener perennials: Go for strong plants such as Alchemilla, Centranthus, Coreopsis, hardy Geranium, Geum, Lamium, Leucanthemum, Nepeta such as ‘Six Hills Giant', Persicaria and Rudbeckia.Light shade perennials include Aquilegia, Bergenia, Veronica and Veronicastrum.Perennials with roses: Asters (Michealmas daisies), Astrantia, Gaura (now called Oenothera) and Campanula, especially the carpeting types.Best plants to get young gardeners going: Sweet peas (watching the tendrils twine, quick growing and wonderful scent), consider fast growing annual seeds like Cornflowers and Nasturtium, members of the daisy family and for growing involvement Geum rivale, which is easily propagated.You Tube video most asked question – Will this grow in a pot!Rosemary's favourites include Cirsium, Oenothera lindheimeri Rosyjane (PBR), Anemone ‘Frilly Knickers', Geum ‘Totally Tangerine' (PBR) and Geum ‘Scarlet Tempest' (Macgeu001'PBR)Desert Island plant: Fagus sylvatica, a beautiful native green beech which changes beautifully through the seasons.Hardy's Cottage Garden Plants, Priory Lane, Freefolk, Whitchurch, Hampshire RG28 7FA Tel: 01256 896533.Website: https://www.hardysplants.co.ukRosemary Hardy Gardening YouTube ChannelHardy's show dates and eventsWe stock a wide range of herbaceous perennials at the Garden Centre and through our websiteOur thanks to Chiltern Music Therapy for providing the music. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.
Clean Talk - The State of Infection Control w/ Brad Whitchurch
Live from HIMSS 22', join us to hear discussions right from our trade show booth!In this episode, we feature Pablo Gonzalez (Co-founder and host of B2B Community Builder Show) and Brad Whitchurch (Founder/CEO of Seal Shield and host of Clean Talk). They discuss topics including: HIMSS 22', Seal Shield's ElectroClave, Seal Shield's waterproof keyboards, and more!Don't miss out!Chapters:0:00 Intro1:36 What are your expectations for HIMSS 22'?2:47 How has the ElectroClave improved this year?5:27 What data can the ElectroClave collect from HIMSS?7:26 About the CleanWipe Pro™10:50 What do you see for the future of HIMSS?13:15 What have you learned from hosting Clean Talk?15:27 Seal Shield at Conferences17:29 What are your post HIMSS plans?18:35 OutroBe a Member of Our Community: https://cleantalk.onlineFind Out More Information: https://cleantalk.tvLinkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/company/sealshiledFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/SealShieldTwitter: https://twitter.com/SealShieldInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/sealshield/
Brad Whitchurch had a dream of using technology to prevent the spread of infection, so he founded Seal Shield. Every CEO dreams of solving inspiring problems and building a growing-company where people love to show up, but there isn't a handbook for running a highly-engaged, high-growth company. Therefore Brad Whitchurch turned to a leadership approach called, “Ownership Thinking.” It set the platform for the company to make the Inc 500, Orlando Business Journal's Fast 50 and a perennial winner of Best Places to Work.It isn't an accident.Brad will be a guest on Best Places to Lead to discuss:- What ownership thinking is and how he implemented it - How Brad uses the company mission to galvanize his people- The biggest challenges he's faced running a high-growth company- Leveraging a remote work force (from the start)Brad Whitchurch founded Seal Shield in 2006. His company has made every list you would want to clip out of a magazine and send to your parents: Inc 500, Orlando Fastest Growing and the Best Places to Work.Brad spent 35 years in IT Sales and Marketing. He invented the world's first dishwasher-safe keyboard and mouse and founded Seal Shield with a mission to develop technology that can help prevent the spread of infections in healthcare.Connect with Brad:On his Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/bradwhitchurch/On his company: https://sealshield.com/Don't miss out on all the good stuff that is coming your way!
Trade shows and conferences are a key part of any smart business development strategy, and companies know what shows they absolutely can't miss.But very few companies know how to make a splash big enough get the attention of their entire market.That's why we brought a CEO who built his company through smart trade show tactics, and continues to win every show he attends- Brad Whitchurch, founder and CEO of Seal Shield.Brad talked to us about:- how a low budget first attempt at the biggest healthcare IT conference of the year put Seal Shield on the map- key pre/post show tactics his team has developed to make sure their big moves create max ROI- the newest tactic his team has begun implementing that allowed them new access to prospects and partnerships they were looking for- and a TON of great trade show stories!No one thought Healthcare IT conferences were supposed to be fun... until Brad and the Seal Shield team showed up. It was indeed ANOTHER fun, super valuable experience that Brad brought to our show.Come be a part of the show!https://tinyurl.com/B2BCBSeason5Connect with Brad!On LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/bradwhitchurch/ His Podcast: https://cleantalk.tv/His Company: https://sealshield.com/ Connect with ME!Learn to produce internet talk shows and build your own Relationship Flywheel. Find out more about the Bootcamp HERE.Also, I'd love it if you connected with me on LinkedIn or Instagram.Or shoot me an email at youshould@connectwithpablo.com with the "Heard B2B's Brad Whitchurch" in subject.This that's a genius email address? Me too, but I didn't come up with it. It was the idea of my good friend, and super talented web designer, Nathan Ruff.If you want your website redone, updated, and managed with unlimited updates for just $250/month (CRAZY GOOD DEAL RIGHT??), go to Manage My Website and hookup with one of the smartest, most talented guys I've ever met- THE Nathan Ruff.OH! and subscribe to Category Pirates. It's the smartest thing ever. If you email them and tell them I sent you, you'll get a free month.Support the show (https://connectwithpablo.com)
In Episode 4 of the Whitchurch Silk Mill podcast we focus on the loom. Our host Zoë Umpleby talks to our Weaver/Tackler, Shannon, about choosing a loom, setting it up and looking at how the warp is going joined on. We also chat to Ellie Fisher from ELKA Textiles about working on a modern hand loom and how this compares to our traditional machines.
In episode 3 of the Whitchurch Silk Mill podcast, we speak to our Weaver Tackler, Shannon, about warping and the design process at the Mill. We also speak to Ellie Fisher from ELKA Textile about her design inspirations and her approach to sustainable weaving.
Braving the Journey talks with Justine Whitchurch, 48 year old Mum of 2 with 8 years of sobriety. She had a near death alcohol addiction. Now the author of - 'Sobriety delivered EVERYTHING alcohol promised' which is recovery story using health and fitness as the foundation of my ongoing wellness.Justine is a Sobriety and Fitness Coach - delivering programs based on creating a structured health and fitness routine with the aim to create a life where you don't need alcohol. Be sure to check out everything Justine has going on Website www.justinewhitchurch.com.auInstagram: @jusswhitchurchDOWNLOAD FREE ARLI APPFor making changes big and small with alcohol, Arli is an app that brings you real answers from people who have been there.JOIN THE 30 DAY SOBER CHALLENGESupport the show (https://www.patreon.com/bravingthejourney/membership)
Hello & a very warm welcome back to the Birmingham food podcast breaking bread. Co-hosted by food-obsessed mates Liam & Carl, Breaking Bread gives you long-form interviews & discussions with the incredible people that make Brums food scene so amazing. This week we break bread with the awesome Stuart Collins. Chef patron of the amazing Docket No33 in the lovely Shropshire town of Whitchurch. We talk about Stuarts journey to restaurant owner working in 1,2 & 3 Michelin Star venues all over the world with some of the biggest names in the industry, including Gordon Ramsey & Michael Caines. We speak about his success on BBC's Great British Menu & the best things about working in the hospitality industry. Stuart/Docket Social Website- https://docketrestaurant.com/ Instagram- https://www.instagram.com/docket_restaurant_whitchurch Stuart- https://www.instagram.com/_stuartcollinschef_/ Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/DocketNo.33/ Twitter- https://twitter.com/Docket_No33 Stuart- https://twitter.com/_stucollins Other Great British Menu Guests Aktar Islam- https://breakingbreadpodcastuk.blog/michelin-star-aktar-islam/ Andrew Sheridan- https://breakingbreadpodcastuk.blog/8-restaurant-birmingham/ Kray Treadwell- https://breakingbreadpodcastuk.blog/670-grams-what-to-expect/ Alex Claridge- https://breakingbreadpodcastuk.blog/alex-claridge-the-wilderness-birmingham/ Breaking Bread Podcast Social Find Out Where We've Been Eating & New Places You Need To Try, By Signing Up To Our New Fortnightly Newsletter Breaking Bread Bitesize https://breakingbreadpodcastuk.blog/breaking-bread-bitesize/ https://Instagram.com/breakingbreadpodcastuk/ https://twitter.com/PodcastBread https://facebook.com/breakingbreadpodcastuk For full show notes visit our Website https://breakingbreadpodcastuk.blog/ Logo designed by Cardiff based artist now accepting commissions https://instagram.com/arlunydd/
Episode 2 of the Whitchurch Silk Mill podcast, hosted by Zoe Umpleby. This episode takes a look at the first stage of the silk-making process - bobbin winding. Listen to our weaver Shannon Bye talk all about how those threads are prepared ready to create a warp using our 19th century winding frame. Plus we speak to Nick Traylen from Uppingham Yarns about the pros and cons of weaving with silk.
Nirjala Tamrakar is from Nepal and from 2001 to 2012, she was known as the Mountain Queen, because she was the first female Nepalese Mountain Biking Champion. She was also the first Nepalese woman to take part in a UCI Mountain Bike World Cup race, in France in 2012 and she's done the World's highest endurance event, the Yak Attack. Now in her early 40s, she's a mum of two, she moved to the UK with her British husband Dan in the middle of lockdown in late 2020. And in 2021, she became the first Nepalese woman to complete an iron distance triathlon, when she did the UK Ultimate Triathlon, in Whitchurch. You'll hear: 10:10 Start of the interview with Nirjala, when we hear about her growing up in Kathmandu in Nepal ' I was a bookworm and there wasn't any physical activity to do so I didn't do any physical activity growing up. It was only study, study.' 13:00 Nirjala explains who she started to do yoga and how she heard about a bike race and then becoming Nepal Mountain Biking Champion. 16:00 The reaction of her friends and family as Nirjala got into Mountain Biking. 'why do you go in the muddy road, what do you get from it? You look insane, there is no logic in it. I wanted to follow my passion. I didn't want to do normal work in an office. I wanted to become something big, not normal and I wanted to leave my legacy. 19:34 Nirjala puts some of her success down to her childhood, which involved doing all of the house work. 'We had to do everything by hand. We had to carry water, we had a house made of mud and we had to clean the floor with cow dung. So I was stronger'. 25:00 We talk about changing attitudes for mothers in Nepal and how there is more encouragement for women to stay fit and healthy. 27:00 Nirjala talks about her 'mixed' feelings when she competed at a UCI World Cup in France ' my ranking was like 2,000+ in the World. Their preparation was huge. They had huge vans with every equipment. I was just their with my husband and I felt so small. But he said 'Be proud of yourself'. 33:00 We talk about cycling at high altitude and the side effects of altitude sickness 'even if you are very very fit, you can still struggle with altitude sickness. You get all sorts of symptoms and you can lose your mind. If you don't decide what to do at the right time, it can be life threatening.' 36:00 Nirjala explains why she didn't quit the 'Yak Attack' Race and the mental struggles she faced and how she kept going. 'when you have no other option, you have to be strong' 37:00 Nirjala on overcoming her fear of open water swimming to become the first Nepalese female to complete an iron distance triathlon. 'This was a big fantasy. I didn't know if I could do it or not. But I wanted to and it was a big motivating factor to be the first Nepalese female.' 44:00 Nirjala's message for the endurance community in Nepal and how the stereotypes have changed. 'All of the men used to say 'you can't do this, when are you quitting?' But they don't do it anymore, there is a huge MTB craze in Nepal and people are riding all of the time to ride and have the experience of Nepal. If you keep following your passion, you can reach it.' Find out more about this week's guests Nirjala Tamrakar https://www.instagram.com/nirjalatamrakar/ (Instagram) Like what you heard? Let me know! Connect with Inside Tri Show across Social Media, just search Inside Tri Show or click on the icons below https://www.patreon.com/insidetrishow (GET YOUR HANDS ON AN EXCLUSIVE EPISODE!) Sign up to be a vino buddy or a training buddy on Patreon and get your hands on the latest patrons-only exclusive episode, a brilliant behind the scenes audio diary of my recent Lands End-John O'Groats cycling adventure that you won't hear elsewhere. You can still support me and support the show by clicking https://www.patreon.com/insidetrishow (here) to buy me a coffee every so often by https://www.patreon.com/insidetrishow... Support this podcast
Episode 1 of the Whitchurch Silk Mill Podcast, hosted by Zoe Umpleby.This episode takes a look at the history of the Mill, what there is to see and do for visitors, and the different skills that go into the weaving process.Zoe talks to weaver/tackler Shannon Bye about what it's like to work in a small team at the Mill and how the role of weaver has changed over time. Trainee Olivia Goldsmith also talks to Zoe about how she is enjoying her time as part of the weaving team.
Dave chats to Pam Buso and colleagues from Dee Set Logistics who are walking from Whitchurch to Stoke to raise awareness for the mental health charity Mind.
Chef Stuart Collins, 37, is owner and chef at Docket No.33, Whitchurch in Shropshire. Stuart worked with big names in the food business, from Gordon Ramsay to Michael Caines and Gary Rhodes and had the opportunity to travel all around the world with his job as a professional chef. In this chat we talk about his experiences and the things he enjoyed throughout his career as well as what it was like to work around the world for some of the industries biggest names.
A South Wales Police officer has been found not guilty of assault, following an investigation by the Independent Office for Police Conduct (IOPC). 30-year-old PC Rowan Knight was accused of assaulting Christian Summers by using 'excessive force' when he tried to arrest him for being drunk and disorderly during an incident on Northern Avenue, Whitchurch, at around 2 am on Saturday 9 January this year During the trial, the court heard how PC Knight reacted when Summers “lunged” towards him and said: “Who the f*** are you?” whilst grabbing his neck and pushing him against a police car. This episode is also available as a blog post: https://emergency-services.news/police-officer-found-not-guilty-of-assault-after-defending-himself-from-eye-gouging-attacker/
Clean Talk - The State of Infection Control w/ Brad Whitchurch
Introducing the world premiere of the Clean Talk Show! Inside the world of infection control, we know that solving for hospital borne infections can save close to 100,000 lives per year in the U.S. while reducing a major cost burden from our already overburdened system.But those of us that understand this opportunity are siloed from each other, and from others in our industry that could serve as valuable allies in solving for this problem.That's why we are inviting you to be a part of a community designed to eliminate hospital borne infections from our healthcare systems.We will be introducing you to healthcare executives and practitioners with unique insights into tackling this issue in their organizations and markets.You'll learn the methods, the tools, and the vocabulary you'll need to enlist the right people and execute the right strategies to eliminate infections from your organization, improve our industry, and elevate your career.
In this episode, I talk to chef Stuart Collins from Docket No.33; Stuart started his career with Michael Caines MBE at Gidleigh Park in Devon before working under Gordon Ramsay at his three Michelin star Hospital Road restaurant in London. Stuart was invited to set up Gordon's New York restaurants, Restaurant Gordon Ramsay and Maze before becoming Head Chef at Maze. Stuart then returned to the UK as Executive Chef for Michael Caines' venture at the Abode Hotel in Chester before returning to Doha, Qatar. In 2017, Stuart and his wife Frances leapt to open their restaurant Docket No. 33 in the market town of Whitchurch, Shropshire. The restaurant has now featured in the prestigious Michelin Guide GB & NI for two consecutive years. Seasonality is central to the offering at Docket No. 33. The carefully curated 7-course tasting menu changes throughout the seasons, ensuring that each ingredient is at its freshest and highest quality. Follow Stuart on Instagram, and to find out more about Docket No.33 visit their website. Big thanks to episode sponsor Sauce Intelligence.
The ancient tradition of silk weaving is not just alive but flourishing at Hampshire's very own silk mill, housed in its original building in the little town of Whitchurch. Emily Briffett talks to some of the team at Whitchurch Silk Mill and discovers that the fabric and ribbons produced here over the years have clothed both the famous and the infamous. A segment of the silk used for the wedding dress of Diana, Princess of Wales was prepared right here at Whitchurch, while on a less salubrious note, one of the Kray twins is rumoured to have ordered silk from here while detained at Her Majesty's Pleasure. On our website you will find more information about this episode including photographs, our fantastic show notes and a downloadable version of the transcript; visit our website by clicking here
Dougie Rankine (Editor of Truck & Driver Magazine) and Chris Maddison catch up on this weekly podcast for lorry drivers. Please subscribe to the Truck & Driver Podcast so that you never miss an episode and keep up-to-date with the latest news at truckanddriver.co.uk
Collin Whitchurch from The Action Network joins the show to get his thoughts on some of his favorite MLB betting angles. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
Inveterate traveller John Pilkington talks about following the trail of Marco Polo along the ancient Silk Road to China, where he discovers a surprising link between Suzhou, the Venice of the East, and Hampshire's Whitchurch Silk Mill. Among the highlights of his travels, he tells Emily Briffett, are his travels among nomadic people in Afghanistan and traversing high mountain ranges between Pakistan and China along the Karakoram Highway. En route he meets many challenges, including offerings of rancid yak butter tea and battles with obstinate camels.For more information, including show notes and a transcript, please visit our website: https://www.winchesterheritageopendays.org/hampshire-histbites-episodes
Seren Griffiths uses a walk along a sandstone ridge in Northern Cheshire to explore the way a landscape can hold multiple histories, and in doing so make it easier for us to contemplate distant futures. The landscape in question is bordered on the north by the M56 motorway. Commuters making their way into Manchester see it to their right for all of about a minute. But up on the ridge you can see that it stretches South towards Whitchurch in Shropshire. Seren starts her journey in a quarry used variously by the Romans, Iron Age settlers and latterly the victorians. She makes her way up to one of the string of Hill top forts that can be found along the sandstone escarpment, and then moves along to an old Cold War listening station, and not far away, the Frodsham Anti Aircraft Operations Room. And all the while the vista shows the canal work of the industrial revolution, the chemical plants of the 20th century and the wind turbines of the last decade. The ancient landscape hums with history and archaeology brings them into focus in the present. For Seren, and many before her, this is a magical, mysterious place which draws out timelines like a strand, with artefacts from the past projecting forwards, enduring into the present. Producer: Tom Alban
In this episode of Perspective Underground, Jordan interviews Joe Whitchurch about the "early years" of Perspective Underground, as well as his ongoing ministry. To support Joe, click here. For apologetics handouts, click here. For Ratio Christi ebooks, click here.
Here in Whitchurch, we're marking the Week of Prayer for Christian Unity from Sun 24th - Sun 31st Jan in a different way this year. Now, the eagle-eyed among you will notice that it's technically a week later than the official week... but - because of our plans this year to do more together, we needed time to prepare and plus we figured that praying for church unity is needed all throughout the year! ntro music by: Madoc Davies (https://soundcloud.com/madocdavies) (www.youtube.com/user/madocdavies)CCLI Church Licence #: 6078 CCLI Streaming Licence #:72908Other places you can find us:Website: https://bit.ly/Bethel-WebsiteFacebook: https://bit.ly/Bethel-FacebookInstagram: https://bit.ly/Bethel-InstagramInquires: Please contact office@bethelcardiff.org.uk
CATO'S BACK! The 2020 Christmas Special features an interview with the phenomenal actor, Philip Whitchurch. Oliver celebrates Philip's superb performance as Chief Insp. Cato and gets to know the legend who played him. As well as Sun Hill memories, we discuss Philip's early career and his recent stage production "Shakespeare, his Wife and the Dog" - written by Philip and co-starring his wife, actress Sally Edwards. MERRY CHRISTMAS SUN HILL PALS!
Today's show takes us to Whitchurch and the amazing business that is Landfill Angels. A business ran by Mother and Daughter Sharon and Chloe, that offers a new lease of life to furniture that may have ended up in the skip otherwise. We talk about how the business became what it is today, how Sharon and Chloe manage to work together, the importance of inter-generational working relationships and how Landfill Angels give back to the community. "This show was put together by our awesome High Sheriff, Dean Harris and I am so glad it was! There is something really genuinely beautiful about this episode. I find the idea of giving a battered old piece of furniture a new look, life or purpose to be really quite rewarding. Sharon and Chloe were so interesting to talk to, especially how paint...literally paint has not only helped them survive the pandemic but prosper! If I'm ever in Whitchurch I will be sure to pop in and say hello guys" - AL PHOTO CREDIT: Lisa Farebrother, The Shrewsbury River Loop which you can find on the floor outside the Old Market Hall in town.
Learn about why everyone claims they’re awful at remembering names; how “hobo code” helped itinerant workers communicate in the 1900s; and whether you probably see yourself as more attractive than you really are. We all think our memories are above average, except for remembering names by Steffi Drucker Finally, One Area Where We Don’t Think We’re Better Than Others: Remembering Names. (2020, August 5). Research Digest; Research Digest. https://digest.bps.org.uk/2020/08/05/finally-one-area-where-we-dont-think-were-better-than-others-remembering-names/ Hargis, M. B., Whatley, M. C., & Castel, A. D. (2020). Remembering proper names as a potential exception to the better-than-average effect in younger and older adults. Psychology and Aging, 35(4), 497–507. https://doi.org/10.1037/pag0000472 If You Rode the Rails in the 1930s, Hobo Code is How You'd Know Where to Go by Reuben Westmaas Delana. (2010, June 3). Hoboglyphs: Secret Transient Symbols & Modern Nomad Codes. WebUrbanist. https://weburbanist.com/2010/06/03/hoboglyphs-secret-transient-symbols-modern-nomad-codes/ Britt Hobo Days. (2020). Britt-Hobo-Days. https://www.britthobodays.com/ Does your brain perceive you as five times more attractive? by Ashley Hamer (Listener question from T.J.) Epley, N., & Whitchurch, E. (2008). Mirror, Mirror on the Wall: Enhancement in Self-Recognition. Personality and Social Psychology Bulletin, 34(9), 1159–1170. https://doi.org/10.1177/0146167208318601 Gordon, P. C., & Holyoak, K. J. (1983). Implicit learning and generalization of the "mere exposure" effect. Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, 45(3), 492–500. https://doi.org/10.1037/0022-3514.45.3.492 Swami, V., Inamdar, S., Stieger, S., Nader, I. W., Pietschnig, J., Tran, U. S., & Voracek, M. (2012). A dark side of positive illusions? Associations between the love-is-blind bias and the experience of jealousy. Personality and Individual Differences, 53(6), 796–800. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.paid.2012.06.004 Neyret, S., Bellido Rivas, A. I., Navarro, X., & Slater, M. (2020). Which Body Would You Like to Have? The Impact of Embodied Perspective on Body Perception and Body Evaluation in Immersive Virtual Reality. Frontiers in Robotics and AI, 7. https://doi.org/10.3389/frobt.2020.00031 Subscribe to Curiosity Daily to learn something new every day with Cody Gough and Ashley Hamer. You can also listen to our podcast as part of your Alexa Flash Briefing; Amazon smart speakers users, click/tap “enable” here: https://www.amazon.com/Curiosity-com-Curiosity-Daily-from/dp/B07CP17DJY See omnystudio.com/policies/listener for privacy information.
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This week, leaders of various churches in Whitchurch got the chance to pray together for our community, church, nation and world. It was a real blessing and privilege to stand with fellow ministers in the gospel and contend for God's intervention! Please join with us in crying out to the God of the "Immeasurably More!"The passages we used as a catalyst were Ephesians 1:15-23 and 3:14-21.Music by: Madoc Davies (https://soundcloud.com/madocdavies) (www.youtube.com/user/madocdavies)
Welcome to My Best XI from the Cow Corner Podcast. A feature series where we talk to some of the names in Shropshire Cricket, talk about their careers and we get them to name the best XI that they have played with over their career. In episode 4 we meet Whitchurch, Warwickshire and Birmingham Phoenix star Evelyn Jones. We discuss: - Her career at Whitchurch C.C. - Her development through her youth career - The Lancashire & England Cricket years - The KSL and the development of the Women's game - Her move to Warwickshire CCC - Being signed for the Birmingham Phoenix and the Hundred - We find out who makes Eve's Best XI - Eve's gives us her future ones to watch - Before giving us her best achievement in cricket - All this and more on another bumper episode of the Cow Corner Podcast. #CowCorner #MyBestXI
What will this result mean for Wales? What were the highs and lows of the campaign for the parties? The next Senedd election - how large an effect will this vote have? Joining us is: Jess Blair, Director of the Electoral Reform Society Cymru Mia Rees, Conservative Councillor for Whitchurch and Tongwynlais Oliver Townsend, Policy and External Affairs Manager for Cymorth Cymru and Lib Dem Campaigner Andy Regan, Policy and External Affairs Manager at the Institute of Welsh Affairs (HOST)
Wales reach the quarter-finals of the Rugby World Cup, we hear from coach warren Gatland, captain Alan Wyn Jones and back rower Josh Navidi. We also hear about the Schools and Colleges League from Coleg Sir Gar, Coleg Gwent, Gower College and Whitchurch. We also speak to Ebbw Vale, Pontypridd and Cardiff in the Indigo Group Premiership.
Academy Manager David Longwell talks to IFollow after the Shropshire Senior Cup #salop
[ep 46] For most people, there is a point when they decide that they'd like to play an instrument or learn to sing, and what follows is years of lessons...
Episode three features illustrator, comedian and breast cancer survivor, Kimberley Whitchurch. Hosted by Julie Federman. Insta: draw.she.said & kimberleytattooyou We’d love to answer your questions! Please email us: legitladypodcast@gmail.com. Follow us:FB/Insta - legitladypodcastTwitter - legitladypod#legitlady Please rate, review, subscribe and like on iTunes, Stitcher, Spotify (and wherever you listen to podcasts). 5 stars go a long way!
Romans 13:11-12 This is a clarion call for the Church of JESUS CHRIST to awake out of spiritual slumber! Why? Because it is OUR TIME, it is WAR TIME, and it is time to WORK while it is still day. The primary work and the primary weapon is……PRAYER! There is a strong call for the people of God to give themselves to prayer in this message. You can listen to more of Brian’s sermons here: https://brianlongpreaching.com/
Psalm 85:1-7 We are living in a dry and thirsty land! A land which once flowed with milk and honey is now a barren wasteland. An unthinkable thing has taken place in the assemblies of Laodicea, the Lord of glory is outside His own Church, knocking to come back in!! A cry goes forth “The Philistines be upon thee…” and a Church waking out of its sleep arises to go out as at other times, not knowing that the LORD has departed!! By what means shall the Church recover itself in this our day? Without hesitation I tell you; there’s only one hope for this backslidden nation and the dying Church that lingers within it? REVIVAL!!
1 Peter 1:13-16 We are in desperate need of a revival of true holiness! Its high time the people of GOD obey this commandment from the LORD, “BE YE HOLY, FOR I AM HOLY!” How? Brother Brian shares and acrostic that the LORD had recently given him H-O-L-Y. H-Hunger, O-Obedience, L-Looking unto JESUS, and Y-Yielding to the HOLY SPIRIT! You can listen to more of Brian’s sermons here: https://brianlongpreaching.com/
Acts 2:37-47 There are five key distinctives/characteristics that authenticate true revival; #1, conviction of sin; #2, repentance from sin; #3, confession of sin; #4, restoration owing to sin; and #5, the conversion of sinners. Note that each of these characteristics of true revival deals a deathly blow to sin!! There’s no escaping this biblically or historically. Any revival that supposes itself to be such where sin is not the focus of the Spirit’s dealings in returning a people back to the Lordship, authority and worship of God the Father and Jesus Christ His Son is NOT revival!! In part one of this two-part sermon, we address the first two key distinctives; conviction of sin and repentance from sin.
Ezekiel 37:1-10 The days are dark and the hour is critical. Is it too late for revival? When all hope is gone, and we are brought to the end of ourselves, face to face with impossibility, GOD so often shows up in awesome power! The LORD looks for a man of faith upon whom HE can place HIS hand. Here is a call to return to the old paths of prophetic preaching and earnest prayer. May GOD breathe upon HIS people once again in a mighty revival of the preaching of the WORD of the LORD, and the moving of the SPIRIT of the LORD! But, how long before we BELIEVE the LORD to do such a work? You can listen to more of Brian’s sermons here: https://brianlongpreaching.com/
Isaiah 42:3 A message on personal revival and restoration. The LORD longs to breathe upon the smoking flax, fanning it into flame! But, this requires absolute surrender! Or maybe you are a bruised reed? The LORD is close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. The LORD is moved with compassion for HIS people and will restore us. But, we must get honest, repent of all sin, and resolve to trust the LORD come what may. You can listen to more of Brian’s sermons here: https://brianlongpreaching.com/
Hello everybody and welcome to Front End Chatter – Britain's best biking podcast, powered (and empowered) by the wondrous two-wheeled website known as Bike Social (that's www.bikesocial.co.uk – and you should definitely check them out). It's episode 61, which as everybody knows is the **must remember to search Google for an obscure name of somebody who once raced a motorcycle with number 61 here** episode. Which, ironically, has very little racing at all, being mostly composed of: Chatter about the front end of BMW's R1200GS, and how the previous service campaign – not a recall – to fix the fork stanchions is, erm, ahem, cough, now a recall. Martin rides to a village in the German Alps to drink beer in the company of 40,000 bikes, while Simon rides to a café near Whitchurch for the world's largest all-female bikers meeting. Aprilia's Shiver 900, and why are "middleweight"s getting so big now? Plus roughly one trillion and seventy-two of your finest emails, covering everything from Yamaha Tracer adverts, insurance groups, the best bikes ever to grace the silver screen, Simon gets his helmet out to demonstrate something to Martin, is the new Fireblade changing its tune or is that just the rider, and lots and lots and lots more. To chatter back to us, email anything@frontendchatter.com or Twit us on @SimonHbikes and @Mufga And, of course, go take a look at Bike Social!
Lokabandhu's next report with Vajragupta from the team at the Triratna Buddhist Community International Retreat! Subscribe to our podcast in iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/podcast/the-buddhist-centre-online/id498033013 #Buddhism #retreat #Taraloka #Triratna #Whitchurch