Participation in U3A Summer School

On July 15th some 150 members of U3A branches from across the UK assembled at HarperAdamsUniversityCollege in Shropshire for one of the two U3A national Summer Schools of 2013.  They were there to study subjects including Art History,  Roman History, Archeology,  Design and Current Affairs (my choice). There were also some 40 members of a Recorder group  (playing the instrument, not writing things down)-of varying levels of accomplishment, I was told by the member of our group whose accommodation was uncomfortably near to their practice room.  The weather was glorious for all our 3 days of residence, which made it a delight to stroll across the college campus and to use the swimming pool after the afternoons’ discussions.

The topic areas within our 10-strong Current Affairs group included the Surveillance Society,  UK engagement with Europe,  Devolution within the UK,  the role of the House of Lords and MPs salaries.  Our tutor Tim had done excellent work in preparing briefings on the historical context of these topics, which both informed us and shocked some of us by showing how poor was our recall of events in our lifetimes.

Almost needless to say we failed to reach agreed conclusions on any of these subjects, but it was fun trying-“Herding Cats” was one of Tim’s kinder reflections on how to get the group to achieve consensus. The feedback presentations of sub-groups made PM questions at Westminster seem very tame by comparison!

Given this cheerful intellectual chaos, I will not attempt to summarise any of our discussions; but highlights of the group sessions which will stay in my memory include:

The group member who mentioned that the photo on her bus pass made her look like a Moors Murderer, and who was of course addressed as ‘Myra’ for all the rest of the sessions…..

             The member whose hero is Norman Tebbitt and whose response to challenge was to accuse his critics as being self-evidently part of the subversive BBC listeners/Guardian-readers worldwide conspiracy…….

             The member who both looked and sounded like the late John Mortimer, and whose pithy challenges and summaries put the more verbose of us to shame.

All in all it was good fun and I much enjoyed my participation. The venue and its facilities were good, the organisation and the help from the local volunteers was excellent; and it was good to realise just how many vibrant U3A groups cover the country and all seem to be thriving.  I would certainly attend again.

As a Postscript, having learned that many U3A branches do have Current Affairs groups, I am finding out how they are organised and will offer to try to facilitate such a group here in the Stewartry if there seems to be interest.

MIKE LAWTON

Spring 2013 newsletter

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Council convener pays us a visit

Councillor Patsy Gilroy, convener of Dumfries & Galloway Council, visited our Open Day in St Ninian’s church hall, Castle Douglas, on April 18. She was joined by more than 100 visitors exploring information about our 26 interest groups.

Councillor Gilroy with Rev Maureen Duncan, chairperson of Stewartry U3A

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Musings of a bird-watcher

By Paul Robinson-Waddington

Going to the U3A monthly meetings in Castle Douglas can have its drawbacks. You stand there minding your own business, when someone whispers into your ear ‘Hi Paul, can you do an article for the next U3A newsletter?’ It‘s then when your brain turns to jelly and panic sets in. I think to myself, what can I write about, what can I say that I didn‘t say in my last article? So I’ve tried to summarise the last 12 months of the Birdwatching group.

Lesser Whitethroat, spotted at Barstobrick

Like all outdoor activities, birdwatching is very weather dependant. Our November 2010 outing was called off because of heavy rain. The December meeting and Christmas lunch was cancelled due to snow covered access roads, frozen ponds and lack of birds at WWT Caerlaverock. January‘s meeting was cancelled because my Doctor said I had the H1N1 (swine flu) virus and we were still in the grip of winter.

What a relief when February came round and the temperature started to rise and the ice melted. The group eventually man- aged to have the birdwatching trip and belated Christmas lunch (soup and sandwich) at WWT Caerlaverock. We were now back on track and in March we went to the RSPB reserve at Mersehead.

There was a slight hitch in April when my wife dragged me off to the wedding of her nephew in South Africa. So whilst I had to suffer the heat of Cape Town, avoid the lions of Kruger National Park, attend a wedding in the sun of Durban and try not to get sea sick on a cruise up the Indian Ocean, the Birdwatching group had a good day out at the Cally Estate in Gatehouse of Fleet.

Cruising the Panama Canal

By Susan Gillone

Our Silver Wedding anniversary was approaching. Throughout our 25 years of marriage, we had probably spent half of it together. A recipe for disaster for some; an excellent partnership for others. The reason for our 50-50 marriage was simple – Alistair, my husband, was a sea-going Marine Engineer.

Panama Canal

‘How do you fancy a trip along the Panama Canal?’ came the call. This was nothing unusual, as I had been lucky enough to travel to many far flung places of the world on board tankers and huge cargo vessels. The Panama Canal sounded fascinating, so after doing all the necessary paperwork, booking flights and medical checks, off I went.

The flight into Panama was long and dreary, and I arrived to be met by the company’s agent and taken to a hotel for the night. He was sorry that the hotel they usually used was full, but I would be comfortable in the one chosen for me, the only problem being that they didn’t speak English and my Spanish was non-existant. However, it was a lovely room on the ground floor, leading out into a beautifully lush garden with a swimming pool. That will be nice tomorrow I thought.

Feeling a bit peckish, as I hadn’t eaten since lunchtime, I thought I might order a ham sandwich for supper – I didn’t really fancy searching out the restaurant, and just wanted a room service sandwich and then turn in for the night. Of course, dialling the room service number caused quite a few language problems – nobody understood me, so they just hung up. On the 4th try – even using my fairly basic French – I gave up and went to bed hungry. I was told by the agent to stay close to the ‘phone
because somebody would come and pick me up later that day.

The Great North Run 2011

By Liz Cutler

When I turned fifty, I made the decision that I would do ‘A First’ or something ‘Mad’ every year until I was sixty! Well I forgot to stop and fourteen years on my ―Mad thing for this year was to do the Great North Run. I signed up with Breast Cancer Care and promised to raise £300 for them and I also raised money for the Loch Arthur Community.

Liz proudly displays her medal

The day stated at Gosforth Metro Station with other runners waiting for the train. As the doors opened the smell of Winter Green wafted through them. I just about managed to squeeze on to the train as the doors closed behind me. The atmosphere was jovial and positive as people talked together. As we came into Haymarket Station the driver wished every-one well for the day ahead. The train emptied and we all headed for the escalators that took us to the street above. The officials on duty met us with smiling faces (Yes smiling and officials are meant in the same sentence) and sent us in the right direction to find our stating places. Your personal number is colour coded so that you know where to start and where your bus is, that will take your belongings to the finish line for you to collect after the race.

You are never on your own, you speak with people you have never met before and will probably never meet again. Just before the Run starts you are asked to take time out to re-member all the loved ones that people are running in mem-ory of, and Abide With Me is played. A lot of tears are shed as people sing. When tears are dried the warm up starts and happiness is restored to the day. The Red Arrows Fly Past follows the warm up. This year it was the Red Arrows minus one after the death of the pilot a few weeks before. It was the widow of the pilot who started the race at 10:40 after which she joined the runners and completed the race herself.

With fifty six thousand people taking part I didn‘t get to the start line until 11:15 then it was best foot forward for the finish. People from Newcastle and Gateshead come out with tins of sweets and cut up oranges to help you on your way. The route is lined by cheering supporters who keep telling you have not far to go now! Without these people I don‘t think a lot of those struggling would finish but with the con-tinuous encouragement they make it to the finish line.