Here we are the middle of May and perhaps more to the point back home for just two weeks following our holiday in the Malverns. Our visit to the spa town of Malvern and the surrounding area was one of the best. The location is relatively prosperous and very attractive, the walking – acceptably challenging with amazing views. What’s more, even with the caravan on tow it’s only two and a half hours distant from home. It ticks many boxes. So why the post title?
This past fortnight has seemingly disappeared into thin air and not in a particularly good way. I will admit to being more than a little stressed. A couple of events have contributed to this – Mum’s hospital procedure and the opening event of our community centre. I swear Mum is trying to achieve a night in a bed in every ward in our local general hospital (although I lay odds that she doesn’t make maternity). I dreaded the procedure not going to plan which was what happened. Suffice it to say they’re having a second ‘stab’ this week – sorry Mum, I couldn’t resist that!
To be fair to Mum, the major contributory factor to my increased stress levels probably wasn’t her hospital procedure; more likely it was something that turned out very well – a celebration to declare our community centre open. Everyone knows I hate organising events and I question why I always end up being responsible. The guest list, print, refreshments, venue, running order, speakers – there are so many variables; so many aspects to go wrong.
The photo below doesn’t scream stress. I’ll give you that. It captures the highlight – apart from the community centre itself of course – meeting up with my former work colleagues. It was in our office that the project was ‘given wings’.
I’ve not written much about the community project previously as it often felt like tempting fate but now seems like the right time to mention COACH – an outdoor activity and community centre I’m proud to have played a small part in delivering. Five of us have spent the last six years determined to raise the funds required to knock down an old public toilet block (below) and build a facility, for everyone to enjoy, in parkland by the river.
Its position is the key as this next image shows
Water activities are not new to this area. In the 1920s this was what the site looked like. It’s hard to believe that the good folk of hereabouts enjoyed this bathing station.