Winds of change are blowing

winds of change

Into my last three days now with the Child Protection Team before joining the Looked After Children Team on Thursday and once again full of mixed emotions. Not just because of the usual nerves you get when you take up a new job but also a sense of sadness leaving a great team of colleagues who have all become friends over the past eight months. I will miss them all and will very much stay in touch with them.

With only 21 months to retirement I do look forward to my last role and to be honest feel quite blessed to be fit enough at 64 to be still employable. Meanwhile hopefully I’ll get through the next three days without bawling my eyes out or screaming with laughter; a middle line would suit me right now as the winds of change blow.

Heading for the finish line…

pink shirt

Pretty much neglected my blog in recent months partly because my job has been full on but also because I’m still between houses. The old house is still up for sale after nearly a year so I’m currently in a rental till it sells. The downside of that is most of my things are packed and so doing anything from music, art, writing or study is just so onerous it doesn’t get done. Complicating life even more is that I’m also now between jobs.

When I returned to Geordieland back in November I took a six-month agency job thinking that the house would sell during that time but since it hasn’t I’ve taken a permanent role starting 1st August. The new job is working with children and young people who are looked after by the local authority and so is certainly within my skill set. With retirement only 21 months away it’s probably an appropriate way to end my 50 years of non-stop full-time working as I head for the finish line.

My Grandmother, my sister and my niece 

Found this lovely #blastfromthepast photo of my grandmother Hannah, my sister Kerrie and my niece Mia which I love. It was probably taken in the seventies up in Rowlands Gill, Tyne and Wear where they lived. Sadly Hannah and Kerrie have passed away now but MIA still lives in Rowlands Gill and we Remain very close X 

(2016 With MIA in Newcastle) 

A day out with my daughter. I am a man blessed.

Recently I’ve been writing memoirs and reflections about my life forty years ago and one of the things that occurred to me was how much I missed being a young daddy. As I write my daily blog (see ) I sometimes wonder where the past forty years went but take heart and comfort (in my Autumn years) from the closeness I still have with my children. Today I spent a magical day out with my eldest daughter who very much shares my sense of humour and it’s been totally lovely.

Forty years ago I adored my child……….

Forty years later no change, I still adore my child.

I am a man blessed X 

Gibraltar’s Bee Hotel.

Recently on my trip to #Gibraltar I came across this delightful children’s garden complete with a Bee Hotel in Alameda Botanical Gardens. It’s inspired me to do something similar here in UK with the children and parents I work with.

Since coming back from Gibraltar readers will know I’ve opened a new website to record my memoirs of the Rock which can be seen at (There is a link here on my primary website). I hve many hundreds of photos and select a few daily to compliment my blog there which spans the period 1974-2016.