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Bloody Immigrants in Grimsby

My recent expedition on the Viking Way got me thinking about place names and other derivations round here.

Grimsby is one of Ukip's top target seats and I've experienced their teeny tiny lip-biting angry gnarled up smallness whilst out leafletting against TTIP and for the Green Party ('Is this to stop all them immigrants?' etc) and also it seems every single tiresome fucking taxi driver taking me from home to the railway station or the hospital feels the need to educate their needy passengers on how 'its the immigrants' etc. Notwithstanding we're Anglo-Saxon, which means half of us are apparently Germanic in make-up genetically, the name of our town is actually from the time of Danelaw, when people from what is now Denmark/Norway integrated us to such an extent that the name itself stems from a Danish fisherman called 'Grim' - 'By' being the old Norse word for village, so Grim's village.

More local Viking place names:
-ton (Barton) = encl…

La Primavera

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Ottorino Respighi: Botticelli Triptych, First Movement (1927)

Being next to Jerold and Kathy!

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My review of Hal Lyon's excellent book published in the Person-Centered Journal in close proximity to two people I admire greatly.

The Viking Way: Part 1 (of 13) - Barton To Barnetby Le Wold

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This first section of the Viking Way is 14 miles and it was a great walk and a great day. Fabulous to be in such close contact with the majestic River Humber and it was Sunshiney all day! We got a little lost at one point due to a shaky signpost, but reclaimed our groove with technology - I can heartily recommend the Viewranger App for Android - especially as some kind soul has uploaded the Viking Way itself and it was a piece of piss to find where we were and where we needed to be...

I had a realisation part way through the walk. I was feeling noticeably euphoric, a feeling I recognised from previous walks - and I had put this down to the felt experience of the 'freedom' of walking! I'm sure that's a part, but it's more likely to be endorphins, I should think. And it's a fucking tremendous feeling of well-being and happiness. From the Internet:
Endorphins function as neurotransmitters in the brain and are produced during exercise, pain, excitement, and orgasm…

The Viking Way

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The Viking Way is a long distance footpath which starts on the banks of the Humber in the north and winds its way through Lincolnshire to finish on the shores of Rutland Water, a total of 235km (147 miles).

Established in 1976, the name of the route was suggested by the Ramblers Association to reflect the influence of the Danelaw in the eastern counties of Britain.

The route passes through the Wolds Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, the market town of Horncastle, the Lincolnshire Limewoods, the City of Lincoln, the southern Lincolnshire Edge and the Kesteven Uplands before entering Leicestershire and Rutland.

The route is way-marked throughout its length with a Viking helmet.

I took this information from an excellent website that offers downloadable pdfs of the route broken down into 13 sections - which is exactly what we're planning to do, to walk the Viking Way in full but over time.

Here's the overview map of the walk...







Half of what I say is meaningless...

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...but I say it so that the other half may reach you.

For me, it seems to be a time of picking up where I left off - restart guitar lessons, restart Freedom to Learn summary, restart doctorate proper. 

So, not exactly reasons to be cheerful, but the song my guitar teacher suggested to advance my picking technique - theonly time that John Lennon played and sang unaccompanied on a Beatles track. And just achingly achingly beautiful. 

"I lost her twice," Lennon said. "Once as a five-year-old when I was moved in with my auntie. And once again when she actually physically died." 

So I sing a song of love...

Freedom to Learn Section II: Responsible Freedom in the Classroom (part two) - A French teacher grows with her students

This chapter relates the experiences of Gay Swenson, a French teacher who transformed her teaching in the late 1960s, enabling both her and her students to grow in the process. Grammar and growthI beginThe French teacher relates her beginnings as a substitute teacher, where she was entertaining her students with good humour, although she “sometimes felt as though I were tricking them into learning something through cleverness and catchy techniques.” Although it went well enough, she felt that something was missing, success or failure of lessons was seemingly random. However, she discerned a pattern whereby learning occurred when it involved: creativity from the individual personal choice by the student in determining a project controversy around an issue applicable to their personal world. An example then illustrates these observations and she then relates how she was beginning to develop “some clearer sense of direction”, helped by intensive reading into innovative education and attendin…

Why did you go to the woods, Mr Thoreau?

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Why did you go to the woods, Mr Thoreau? "I went to the woods because I wish to live deliberately." Oh! I, too, wish to live deliberately! Do you have any advice for me? "As long as possible live free and uncommitted. It makes but little difference whether you are committed to a farm or the county jail." Well, in my own search for deliberate living, I'm writing. Actually writing. At last! Not only that, but I've created a sparse, monastic cell upstairs and away from all distractions. I've also put aside commitments in order to be free to write and I've done just that for this whole weekend, locked away in a hotel room with nothing but my notes, a couple of books and a laptop. And a cafetiere and good coffee. And Peroni, Côtes du Rhône, lots of great films and TV shows. And my music collection. Oh, and my guitar. Now, now, Mr Thoreau, self-discipline doesn't have to mean self-denial, too ;)