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‘Wake-Up Old Girl’: It’s Time To Repopulate Our Patch, 30th August 2016

They say that there are two kinds of people, owls and larks.  Like many who write, I am most definitely one of this world’s owls and, because of this, I doubt anyone would have put money on me ever passing the Royal Grammar on my way to school before 7.00 am.  But such was the case on the gloriously sunny morning of Tuesday, 30th August 2016 – the day that NHSG staff were finally ‘officially’ allowed into Tankerville to start the repopulation of the building.  I took a photograph of the RGS clock, bathed in sunrise glow, ‘for posterity’.  Because, I promise you, this is unlikely to happen again, however beautiful the streets of Jesmond may have been in the morning light.  God was definitely smiling on this very special day and, after two years of waiting, I nearly had to pinch myself to make sure this was not a dream.  Especially as the doors were, even now, still green.

Even now, the front doors were still painted dark green.  Something I found hard to believe.

Having got there at exactly the time School was to be re-opened, those dark green doors did seem very firmly shut.  A bit strange.  I was carrying three pictures from Church High’s Pastoral Room that had accompanied me to Eskdale to remind me of ‘Home.’  My parcel was proudly positioned on the doorstep so that I could take a photo.  Evidence that some of Church High’s artefacts had come full-circle too.  But where was everyone?  Old habits die hard, clearly.  For the moment at least, the Main Door was not the main door of NHSG.  Just the first of many switches and changes to our working patterns as we shared the site with builders for the next four months or so.  But I mustn’t get ahead of myself.  We didn’t know any of this yet.

The Early Bird Gets the Worm: other people arrive at last!

Moving away from the Main Door, I was gradually aware of activity to my right outside of the newly-created entrance.  David Heaton, NHSG Caretaker, had clearly just opened up the building and was now talking to two Wates guys and our own Nick Hearfield, who is still in charge of catering at the new school.  As they turned around, their expressions said it all: ‘We might have guessed you’d be here!’  Or as Hilary once said about me: ‘There’s no show without Punch!’  Everyone knows how much I love the Tankerville Old Building and this blog has revealed both its character and architecture in many different ways.  But buildings are created for people and this post celebrates just that – those Early Birds who, despite still being on holiday, wanted to get past the gates, have a good look around and start to unpack & make themselves at home as soon as they possibly could.  So, this is the way our ‘old patch’ was repopulated once again.

The third person to arrive was Kay Thew!

Always an early-bird on a work morning too, the next person to arrive after Nick and I was Mrs Kay Thew.  Her surprise at seeing me already there at that ungodly hour was evident, but it was nice to be able to walk through the door with an old work colleague and see the transformation through the eyes of someone last there in 2014.  And, of course, it meant I got a photo of me on the threshold too.

About to go into School ‘officially’ at last. The day merited a dark green cardigan, of course.

Perhaps David Heaton hadn’t opened up after all, because as Kay and I went inside we saw Hilary French was already at her desk.

Just as I had taken a photograph of Hilary French at her Head’s desk when we left Eskdale, it seemed only fitting to be the first to photograph her in her new office at Tankerville.

Because Kay hadn’t been inside before, we made a beeline upstairs to the Main Corridor where both of our teaching rooms used to be.  Although my room was no longer there, we went into old Room 4 for Kay and, in fairness, I did once use to teach in there a long time ago.  With the sunlight now streaming in through the windows, this really was the perfect way to come back home again: ‘Let there be light!’

The Old Building was simply alive with light.
New Dawn: a ‘shadow selfie’ for Kay, myself & ‘The Old Girl.’

The room that I was most interested to see was my new teaching classroom, Room 18, as the door had been locked on the Saturday.  All classrooms are painted white with one dark grey feature wall, you may recall, but since the grey wall in Room 18 also included the teaching wall and shelving, the predominant colour here was white.  Very white – and it’s a big room too.  I don’t like white walls.  Really dislike them!  But as this room used to be the Church High social staffroom and the top half of the working staffroom where my own desk used to be, I can’t tell you how happy I was to be based there.  I could see the trees outside and it was going to be a sunny room too.

Room 18 looking west towards the old social staffroom.
Room 18 looking east. The first window used to be in the old photocopying room and the other two at the top end of the working staffroom.  From my desk I can look out at the trees.
Only the pedestal unit was in position that day, but the Room 18 teacher’s desk was in exactly the same spot as my work carrel at Church High. Me in my little corner again!

Our next port of call was the Head of Year Office, aka the Chemistry Prep Room.  Our crates had been put in place by Quicksilver on the Saturday and now it was a question of finding where we were to sit.  Our telephones from Eskdale were already in situ, which is how I came to be working where the Chemistry Prep room sink once was.

The old Chemistry Prep room is now home to four people. At least I got the window desk.

The unpacking process wasn’t easy at all.  Those crates were really heavy, the room was very narrow and those Quicksilver guys had clearly not thought about the weaklings who would be moving them when they piled them up four crates high!  Or dragging the filing cabinets into position too.  But we were getting there by the time we received our very first visitor, who was Church High’s David Hyde.  I don’t think it was by chance that, other than support staff for whom this was a working day, the staff in early were all from Church High.

David Hyde, Head of Faculty: Humanities, is our first visitor.

Movement and voices in the corridors indicated that the building was starting to come to life at long last.  Time to prowl with camera.  On the bottom corridor of the Main Building, now known as The Catherine Cookson Building, Gillian Thorpe (Reprographics) was already at work in her new room – complete with sliding window.

Gillian Thorpe, NHSG Reprographics Officer, in her custom-built space.  It was created in the area of the Dining Room where the trays were collected and Nick’s office used to be.

The changes to the Dining Room area do make it tricky to find your bearings initially if you were familiar with the old building layout.  The top end has been divided up into small administration offices as can be seen from the shot below where the site team were gathered.

The Facilities team taking their tea-break.

Time for a break, Kay and I headed for the staffroom in the new building in the hope of finding some hot water – a situation anyone who has ever moved house will recognise.  As a consequence, we reached the side door at just the right time to record yet more staff arriving.  This time SLT members John Crosby and Amanda Hardie.

John Crosby, Director of Finance & Operations, with family.
Amanda Hardie, Deputy Head Academic, with her family too.

For me, it was a really special day.  Not only was I returning home, but there was also the added pleasure of seeing my Wates friends around the site clearly hugely enjoying watching me do this too.  Like Ken Fickson below, they knew what this moment meant to me.

Wates’ Ken Fickson at the gate watches me taking my photos.

And the news would certainly soon be out that ‘The Old Girl’ of Jesmond was open for business once again, ready to do the job for which she first designed, this time for the girls of the 21st Century.  Beyond the seahorse gates, NHSG’s Director of Marketing was already on the street with a local press reporter and photographer.

Janice Graves, Newcastle High s Director of Marketing (in the grey top), was also at work bright & early that day, of course.

When you enter the new building, you find yourself immediately in the Kitchen/Dining Room area and this is where I bumped into Nick Hearfield again, this time surrounded by members of his catering team.  As the majority of the catering girls worked at Church High, they all looked delighted to be back home on Tankerville again too.

Nick and the catering girls, clearly delighted to be home at long last and all in early to inspect their new kitchen area.

Just around the corner was another old friend of Church High who it was lovely to see again.  Paul Rea and colleague were on site to work out what signage was required and where it all needed to go.  I know Paul as a parent – father to creative Laura Rea who joined us from La Sagesse – and as a colleague, having worked with him for five years or so to create Voices, the School magazine.  Paul’s company, Red Square Design, did a lot of work for Church High and now for NHSG.

Red Square Design’s Paul Rea (left) back at Tankerville again; this time to work on the signage of the new school.  The modern design (below) helps to unify the New and Old Buildings.

We did eventually get to the new staffroom, although there was no possibility of getting a cup of tea as yet.  In fact, it would be a good few days before the staffroom became fully functional.  I know we all believe in putting the girls first, but staff do need looking after too.  We did have some say in the colour scheme for that room – at least as far as the fabric was concerned.  The request was for something soothing and restful.  From my point of view, blue for the sky is fine.

With the pale blue seating and the green leaves at the windows, the staffroom really is one of the most restful rooms in the School. It’s just a pity those of us based in the Old Building (which I’m not complaining about) get there so infrequently.
The first congregation of staff in the staffroom. Kay Thew and I are joined by Gillian Lord, Andy Morton and Gillian Thorpe.

However great it was to know the full-circle was now complete and that Newcastle High School for Girls was finally in its home, looking around us it was clear to all that there was still an awful lot of work to be done – both inside the buildings and outside in the grounds.  The guys from The Tiling Company (Northern), Ltd, whose job it was to lay the grey stones of the Pupil Plaza, would be with us for days.

All around you there were paint trays and rollers and those flagstone layers on the Pupil Plaza still had a lot left to do.

Yet at the same time, some little finishing details were already in place.  A lot of people may still not know they are there, but, if you look closely at the railings, you’ll notice that every few spikes and on all gateposts there sits a tiny, black, cast-metal seahorse.  These came all the way from America.  I know this because Lee Williams and Dirk McLean of Davison Fencing who fitted each one told me so.

Dirk McLean and Lee Williams of Davison Fencing who fitted all the little seahorses.

The ‘Old Girl’ and one of a number of NHSG ‘new girls’ on site.

So, the repopulation of our home patch had begun.  And, however beautiful it may be in itself, even I recognise that, at the end of the day, a building is designed to be filled with people.  Over the years, many different personalities have made their contributions to the rich texture of this particular old building, both via its construction and the education which has gone on within its red-brick walls.  For a school, by its very nature, is a vehicle for growth and change.  And that is good.  Yes, even if the changes may not be of our choice.  If we set aside the two memorial notices, it has taken me 120 posts to get the story of the Old Girl on Tankerville Terrace to this point – waking up to a new dawn which should enable many, many more generations of girls to receive a good education within its walls.  It has certainly taken a lot of time and effort, but I wouldn’t have done anything differently if I was faced with the same choices again.  I’ve met some marvellous people and some of the moments virtually alone in the building, stripped back to its Victorian inner-skin, when it felt almost possible to reach out to the very hands which laid each stone and made each mark, were just too special to put into words.  I am so grateful for these experiences.  If anyone has read every single word, I can tell you that you have read 100,755 words in total (not including captions).  Hard work, but a labour of love.  Add to this an accumulation of strains, stresses and losses, then the final image of this post is testament to ‘What a difference two years make.’  I may be in the same place once again, but I look quite different now.

Same place in the building, two years apart.  The person, however, is the same but not the same: ‘Joy and woe are woven fine. A clothing for the soul to bind.” – William Blake.

 

Remembering Mrs Linda Watson, Church High Admin Staff 2003-2014.

Some may already be aware of this very sad news, but I just wanted to let others not connected with NHSG know about Linda Watson’s sudden illness which led to her untimely passing away on Friday February 9th.  Whether you knew Linda as a colleague or a pupil, I know a great many of you will remember her very fondly owing to her warm, engaging personality, big-heartedness and her infectious, bubbly sense of humour.  Linda loved life and will be much missed.

Linda joined Church High’s Administrative Team in 2003 where she worked in the Senior School Office alongside Melanie Cowell and Lesley Ferguson.  Although always a busy hive of activity, the main office was a very happy working environment and they worked well together as a tight team supporting the wide-ranging needs of the Headmistress, Governors, staff, parents, pupils and members of the public.  You may have encountered Linda’s friendly face and voice on the telephone or when she filled in at the Reception Window, but, for Church High staff, she was always the helpful, smiling presence sitting at the work station in the far corner beside the window.  I, for one, will always remember her this way, sitting at her computer with lovely pictures of beloved cats as her personal desktop wallpaper.

Linda as the Church High ‘family’ will remember her at work: speaking on the phone at her corner desk in the School Office.

When the merger was announced, Linda chose to go forward into Newcastle High School for Girls and was delighted to be placed in the Junior School at Chapman House.  This was where she wanted to be and the valuable personal qualities she carried with her meant she made many friends amongst her new colleagues there.  I’m sure that Linda’s industrious, have-a-go work ethic was also valued by her new Head.  In the letter she sent out to parents, Hilary French, NHSG’s overall Headmistress, certainly captured the very essence of Linda, her words providing a wonderful tribute: ‘I know this will come as a shock to you, as it has to us.  It was only last week that Linda was excitedly preparing for her 60th birthday celebrations. …… Every day in the Junior School Linda wrapped the girls in her kindness, making sure they were always cared for – no matter what.  Whether it was a bump on the knee or a forgotten swimming kit, she used her special magic to make everything okay.  Linda made us all feel special and cared for and her colleagues will remember her for her great sense of fun and her ability to make us smile and feel good about ourselves.  Linda was one of the truly kind people of this world and she will be missed enormously by us all’.

For those who would like to attend, a funeral service to celebrate Linda’s life will take place on Friday 2nd March at 2.00 pm at West Road Crematorium, Newcastle-upon-Tyne.  An invitation has been extended by the family for friends to meet afterwards at the Blue Flames Conference and Leisure Centre at Whitley Park, Whitley Road, Benton, Newcastle.  NE12 9SF.  In keeping with Linda’s character and zest for life, the family are also requesting no black, please, and that donations be made to Asthma UK in lieu of flowers.

Linda will be sorely missed by all who knew her at Church High and NHSG.  Although a sparkling individual in herself, Linda was very much a team-player and this is how she will be most remembered: a people person with an open heart, ready wit and a truly joyous smile.

Linda (second from the left) in her element at the Final Staff Reception in the LRC on July 3rd, 2014, happy and surrounded by friends from the close-knit Church High Administrative Team: from left to right: Lesley Ferguson, Linda, Sue Leighton, Janet Kirkup, Steven Farrell, Brenda Cavanagh and Lynda Lant (plus a teaching staff interloper, Lesley Crawford).

 

Trying my Luck at Tankerville & Moving On, 27th August 2016

As you already know, the day after Handover I had decided to ‘try my luck at Tankerville’ around 11.00 am on the morning of Saturday, August 27th.  So we begin here where my last post left off ‘ ….. those bright red Braines removal vans really did not have very far to travel’. 

The dark green doors of Home (sadly the worse for wear now).

Moving Out.  Moving In.  Moving Out.  Moving In.  Moving On.  These five short sentences, made up of only 42 letters, don’t even take up a full line of text here, but they sum up the world around me since July 2014.  I wish I could say just my ‘working world’, but, sadly, that wouldn’t be true.  I also wish I could say that all of the friends who set out on this bumpy, unexpected journey with me lasted for the full five sentences too.  But they didn’t.  Although the rice-pudding did eventually all turn pink (forgive the in-joke), events conspired along the way to issue hands of fate to various folk which prevented them from making the ‘full-circle.’  And, to be honest, I’m not sure even I fully managed it.  Best to add on ‘trying’ in brackets, I think.

  ‘Please don’t get me started
Looking backwards to move on …..’

Zero to Hero: second time around, Quicksilver were heroes!

‘…. Strong yet open-hearted,
Accept leaving when leaving’s come’.

(James)

At the time, of course, in the August sunshine after such a long wait, all I could think of was getting back inside the building again.  Don’t forget, even I hadn’t been allowed inside for a long while and this moment of returning Home had been a long time in coming.  So, on this final leg of the cycle, orange crates were ‘good’ and Quicksilver were ‘heroes.’  Although this hadn’t been the case first time around.  However, true to my word, I remained one 100% uninterested in fixtures and fittings and the word/image content of this post will reflect this fact.  I was more interested in what still looked the same.  Every spot of greenish hue was noted. (The doors were just a bonus).

If I must, a few fixtures & fittings (and spots).

Well …… the old green doors were open and everyone seemed to be all smiles, so I just made my way inside and continued my photo-story.  As I wandered around the building, it soon became clear just how well-timed my arrival was (Thank You, God).  Enough of the furniture was there to give a sense of place, but without the clutter of crates and boxes to distract the eye.  Because of this, the video slideshow at the very end of this post really is one for posterity.  It seems nobody else thought of doing it.  Where were all the people?  Finally, as I wandered along the top corridor, I bumped into a man.  I thought it best to explain who I was.  “I know who you are,” he said.  I wonder how many times he’d seen this mad woman and her camera.

Strangers, they say, are just friends we haven’t yet met. Well this stranger turned out to be called Ian Meikle (who I never met again) and his role in this story was as a heating engineer.

I have always been very much against literary ‘feature-spotting’ simply for the sake of it (as my English examination students will all testify), but since we have finally come full-circle again, let’s play one last game of ‘Church High Eye Spy’ – just for the hell of it.  Since we all now know that the 1985 School Centenary Plaque was taken down and binned very late in the game, Item 1 is just a blank space.

“I spy with my little eye …” no 1985 Centenary Plaque in the Quadrangle anymore.

So let’s just move swiftly on …..  Item 2 is also in the back Quadrangle but you will have to look at the shot below very, very closely indeed.  Yep, despite the multi-million refit of the building, the little weather station which last drew data in the late 1990s is still spinning away.

I spy Item 2: Can you spot the Church High weather station high on the roof? (Top right)

From way up high, to way down low.  You probably didn’t notice them as you entered and left the Hall, but there were ‘Smith’s Spring’ brass plates at the base of each swing door.  The original fittings are all still there and have even been polished now.  For those who are interested in such things, these Smith’s Patent Door Springs would have been one of the state-of-the-art features of the 1889 original Newcastle High School building.  Fascinating.  Archibold Smith seemingly had numerous inventions patented to his name in the Victorian era including Patent Water-tight Fastenings for Casement Windows.  Like the floor springs, all made in London.

I spy Item 3: original Victorian brass spring plate still in place.

Item 4 (in the plural) is also still in the Hall.  To me, there doesn’t seem to have been a clear rationale about the original features retained and those that were removed.  If we can just gloss over for a moment the fact that huge swathes of original woodwork were painted bright white – bar the Honours Boards now safe in storage – and the big Victorian iron coiled radiators trashed, features such as the air vent in the ceiling and the little display brackets still remain.

Beautifully painted, the display brackets along the west wall are still there now – if empty.  And in more purposeful times below, displaying trophies over original radiators and polished parquet floor (Don’t get me stated on that flooring …)

No, a renovation that fails to value the quality of old wood, I’m afraid doesn’t value beautiful old Victorian parquet flooring either.  True, wood blocks require sanding and polishing as regular upkeep, but not THAT regularly.  And they just exude quality and tradition.  That’s the expert view too.  Jasper Weldon on timber floors: “Much like a piece of antique furniture, once wooden floors reach a certain age they all have an inherent beauty and value that merits investing the time and effort it takes to revive them.  A floor that has passed the age of 100 years is certainly worth saving, whatever the wood.”  And they were everywhere.  If it is too painful, I’d advise you skip the next photo.

The strip-out of the Hall wooden parquet flooring in 2015.

But life is all roundabouts and swings, remember.  It may help a bit to know the original stage IS still there under the new raised platform.

Note the original low circular stage still beneath the platform.

Just outside the Hall in old Room 2, the Victorian fire-surround has also been left in place.  But why cover it up again?  The tiles are teal.

Metal fire-surround remains – good! Beautiful Victorian teal tiles covered up again – bad!
The fire-place in Room 2 was teal & the one in Room 6 brown.

But we at least know they are still there and, most importantly, have been preserved for the future.  As have the huge, old roof timbers which used to support the bell-tower and are now tightly enclosed within a shiny white laminate coating to create a kind of study bar.

1889 bell-tower supports translated into 2016 study area.

The caretaker’s fireplace is still there too, though now painted grey.

The Caretaker’s Living Room fire, now grey.

And the top floor eaves admin corridor is also still there too, you know, as long as you stand to the left, cover one eye and squint.

Optical illusion? Once an eaves corridor, always an eaves corridor – it helps to squint.

Someone, somewhere in the future is in for a big surprise though.  That glorious little piece of original eaves space which remains intact behind a white plasterboard wall with a discreet little door is soon to be hidden from view behind a non-descript white bookcase.  I say it one last time.  How good would a glass wall have looked here?

I think this shot sums the whole thing up perfectly actually.

I mean, it’s not as if it hasn’t been done elsewhere in the building.

This little nod to the old ‘outside’ inside is cool.

And that is the point where my uninterrupted re-acquaintance with the Old Girl came to an end.  A very abrupt end actually the moment I opened the door at the south end of the eaves space.  I hadn’t really been aware of it, but I now realised there was a backdrop of noise.  Bangs.  Grunts.  Men.  Yes, those fixtures and fittings were arriving.

On the other side of the door: ‘O brave new world / That has such people in’t!” (The Tempest. V.i.184) & things get stuck!

Having put up with me photographing their dilemma (one of them was the smiley guy, I think), the men all suddenly disappeared and I ducked under the offending table to make my way down the stairs.  The original south stairs have been retained, but with the addition of some raised white rubber strips to the edge of each step (GDST are very big on health & safety) which now makes them odd to walk down.  And they are now painted grey and white too.  As I continued down, the degree to which the ‘new world’ was about to descend on the building became clear.  A veritable traffic jam of tables below.

The calm before the storm on the south stairs.

‘When tables come, they come not single spies, but in battalions ……!’ [Hamlet, IV,V].
This was definitely my cue to go.  I had already bumped into Hilary on the stairs and had given her my best sheepish smile.  The men had gone to report to ‘the top’ – and probably for a screwdriver too.  In the blink of an eye, I was through the green doors and into the light.

But the world had changed outside in the time I had been exploring.  The guys from Braines with their red lorry were just the vanguard.  Lining up by the side door was the next phalanx of silence invaders.

The guys from Quicksilver, on their way in as I came out, were happy to pose for a photo. Next in?  All the Eskdale crates.

As this little army got to work with their trollies, Tankerville Terrace was now lined with big white lorries.  NHSG would very soon be in residence and the Old Girl would be empty no more.  A sort of mental handover now took place.  It was time for me to be on my way.

‘Walking down this road
When my pulse beats slow,
Hope to have you close at hand.
When this cycle ends,
Will it start again?
Will we recognize old friends?

‘I’m on my way,
Soon be moving on my way,
Leave a little light on,
Leave a little light on’.

Emptying Eskdale at Last, Spoons & High Times Blog Analytics 2-year Update, 27th August 2016 (1)

Knowing that Handover was due to happen on Friday 26th August, where do you think I ended up late morning on Saturday 27th then?  Well I used my ‘noggin’, took a chance and it paid off.  If you’ve been following this story all the way, you now may well be of the opinion that, if not exactly mad, I have certainly been ‘very dedicated’ to the task I set myself way back in 2015.  Perhaps ridiculously so, I know.  In all honesty, on April 20th nearly two and a half years ago, when I realised demolition of Church High Junior School had already begun and decided to take my camera to work the next day to get some pictures for posterity, I had no idea where it would lead.  All I knew was I had loved my time at Church High.  Really, really loved it.  And as I had served as magazine Editor, I had always taken photos of the key events each year.  It just became a habit, I guess. Two phrases come strongly to mind here and I swear by both of them: ‘A picture is worth a thousand words’ and ‘If a job is worth doing, it is worth doing well.’  I also firmly and truly believe that Truth Conquers All.

A sterling silver Newcastle High School spoon. Such lovely engraved detail. A great eBay find.

In addition to depositing a lot of artefacts detailing the last year of Church High with Tyne & Wear Archives, I’ve also become a bit of an archivist myself since the summer of 2014.  Sometimes you don’t appreciate things – and I mean the real value of things – until you have lost them.  EBay has provided me with quite a few objects which will become the subject of historical posts when the building full-circle has been fully recorded.  Despite the pain and sadness along the way, it has been quite a story, you know.  Moves and transitions on this scale haven’t happened to that many schools.  When I joined Church High, and for a good many years after that, engraved silver spoons were traditionally the Governors’ Gift to departing staff.  The presentations were always made in the Dining Hall at a Governors’ Tea Party all staff were ‘invited’ to attend after the End of Term Service at St. George’s.  I say invited, but it was always a three-line-whip job.  I remember a number of long-serving staff saying just before they left, ‘And I do NOT want to be given spoons!’  I wonder if any regret this now?  I would have loved some, but that tradition had died out long before the end.  Very expensive, I’d guess.  Imagine my joy, therefore, to spot this online.  And it’s a heavy, early one too.

Mrs Janet Cox, wife of Alastair Cox, the Headmaster of RGS at that time, being presented with her leaving gift on retirement by Chairman Mr P.A. Jewitt in July 1994. I don’t see any spoons changing hands here, do you? It was always either a small rectangular box for a single spoon and a square one for a set.  Always wrapped in dark green. (Green walls then too.)

I have always loved history.  I studied it at university as well as English and was a member of the Richard III Society for many years.  Perhaps that’s where I gained my passion for digging for the truth, uncovering white-washes and vindicating lost causes?  Who knows.  But it’s amazing what can be recovered with time, effort and patience.  I learned this as a girl watching Rosemary Cramp’s archaeological dig at St Paul’s Church and Monastery, Jarrow, where my Aunt, Anne Black, was Verger.  Now that is really slow work.  I recall being fascinated by the time-consuming activity of students gently removing soil from between the ribs of an Anglo-Saxon monk’s skeleton. And the tool being used?  Why a teaspoon, of course.

Students at work on Rosemary Cramp’s dig at Jarrow Monastery in 1973-4 (above). I would have been 11 or 12 at the time. Note just how small the metal implement is (below).

They say that ‘Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity’.  So I have an early rise on a Saturday in the hope of getting some shots of the move into Tankerville to thank for the bonus opportunity of recording the emptying of Eskdale that day.  When I turned the corner after leaving Jesmond Metro station, that line of shiny, bright red removal vans was really very hard to miss.

Just as had been said about the furniture from Church High, Hilary had said very little from Eskdale would get into the new school too.  From what I saw the men loading onto the van, it was largely tables.

For a firm of Office Removal Specialists, the name Braines was most apt and raised a wry smile.  Since everyone was on the move all the time, I got no names on this occasion but the driver had a nice smile.

No wonder he’s a friendly guy, the firm is from Sunderland.

One thing is for sure, I’ve made a lot of friends and met some really genuine people in the process of taking photos over the course of this project.  We’ve had some laughs and I have learned a lot.  About architecture, fire-proofing, engineering, joinery – you name it.  But it’s the connecting and the people I’ll remember for the longest.  And that includes the connections made via this blog too.  For who could have guessed how widely it would end up being read?  Or that it would have Twitter followers and a Facebook page of its own too?  By January 27th 2018, the site analytics had been running for two years and again there has been no day blog/website were unviewed.  Thank you everyone and for those who are interested in such things let me share with you the results of High Times’ two-year report.  The first Google screenshot shows the two-year activity Overview.

churchhigh.me.uk overview for 27th Jan 16 – 27th Jan 18.

Being a bit low at the moment, I hadn’t checked the analytics for some time prior to the anniversary, so the increase in site traffic was very heartening.  It’s good to know that people do still care.  For those who need the data interpreting, the results were as follows: 7,889 sessions (ie, visits to either the blog or Heritage site); 3,907 different users (though to the computer this means devices used); 18,201 pages have been viewed, with the average of 2.31 pages per session.  The average duration of each session is 2 mins 40 seconds.  This is good because it indicates that more people stay on the site to look at something else after their initial page view than just log off.  Since the initial aim was to establish an active Church High online community, the percentage of returning visitors made even better reading: 50.4% returning visitors and 49.69% new visitors.  The fairly even split is also good, of course, because it means that new people are finding their way to the site all the time.  A real boost.  The horizontal squiggly blue line in the top third of the image shows the number of pages viewed each day.  As I have already said, the traffic is constant, averaging about 3-7 hits a day, which isn’t bad at all for a ‘niche’ interest site (or as an online bookseller based in York described it, ‘a real little labour of love, you have got yourself there’).  If you’re curious about the huge spike on the continuum near July 2017, this is when the video ‘Church High Made Us Happy’ was uploaded to the Heritage site.  It still makes people very happy!

The sub-continents where churchhigh.me.uk has been viewed.

I don’t believe I reproduced the sub-continent report last time, but it is essentially little-changed.  The site has been accessed on every continent and now only two subcontinents remain with no activity: Central Asia and West Africa.  A bit off the beaten track, I suppose.

The countries where churchhigh.me.uk has been viewed. The dark colour, as for sub-continents, shows the density of hits.

As the above image shows, it’s not exactly global domination, but we are getting there!  The site has now been accessed in 70 different countries around the world.  Most of the site traffic comes from the United Kingdom, of course, but I am constantly surprised how the list keeps extending.  The image below shows the top 13 countries for views. Some will be higher owing to 43 views on ‘not set’ devices.

The list of top 13 countries for churchhigh.me.uk site views.

Of course, when you view the analytics report for cities (below), you can see that it just takes one hit in one city for a whole country to ‘light up’ on the map.  Nevertheless, I think the total of 608 different cities is still very impressive for a small Newcastle-based school.

The towns, cities and villages where churchhigh.me.uk has been viewed. Europe is definitely at the centre of the traffic.

Again, it’s not surprising that the United Kingdom expanding out-over into Northern Europe boasts the highest density of access points, shown by the huge blue circle on this area of the map above.  Beyond that, it is intriguing to muse on who exactly is reading the copy further afield, although in some cases it will be returning visitors on holiday.  The image below shows the top 13 cities for views, this time with 420 visits registered as ‘not set’.  Newcastle is top, of course, but London placed next on the list may surprise some.

The list of top 13 cities for churchhigh.me.uk site views.

It just goes to show how big a game-changer the World Wide Web has been in transmitting information and connecting people together.  But back in the present (or at least a year and a half ago in blog time), those bright red Braines removal vans did not have very far to travel.  Indeed, in the time it took me to walk to the top of Eskdale Terrace crossing Clayton Road and Burdon Terrace on the way, the guys had already arrived at Tankerville and were starting to unload the vans’ contents.  In terms of physical distance, this must have been one of the shorter moves this firm would have had to facilitate.

Me playing catch-up: in some ways, I am still doing so now.

However, as everyone concerned well knew by then, the distance between the schools in other areas had not proved as quick or as easy to bridge.  Even now, the lurch of the wrench is still being felt.