Firstly, my apologies for not posting on here for over a
week, I have been somewhat otherwise engaged!
As some of you will have been aware, since August last year,
I have been working for the NHS as a Health and Social Care team coordinator.
This was first as an agency worker and latterly for the RD&E Admin Staff
Bank here in Exeter.
From the start I have loved this job and role; I have worked
with some very committed and diligent workers who give their all for their
client caseloads. In return, they sadly get little recognition publically.
Working on the Staff Bank is rather like being on a zero-hours contract. Although I was getting a decent remuneration for the hours that
I had worked, I didn’t have the safety net of holidays and sick pay. This meant
that I had to work all over Christmas and New Year, only taking off the bank
holidays. I realise that I’m not the only one in the country doing this. There
isn’t a complaint from me.
I was appreciative of
my Line Manager and colleagues as they didn’t really want to let me go, although
they were not able to take me on full time, they were attempting to increase
the budget to do so. Fortunately, I spotted an advert for a similar role, full
time at Exmouth Hospital which I applied for and was successful in getting. I
started last Monday.
The piece or rather pieces that I would like to share with
you this week are the very first exercises and assignments that I completed for
my creative writing course.
We had to describe somewhere we had visited using all the
five senses, but first there was an exercise to describe the scene using our
sense of sight only:
My favourite place is
the wood where I take our dog for a walk. It is a dark little wood where the
sunlight on a day like today shines through the evergreening canopy. The
dappled light shines down revealing a wondrously blue woodland floor and the pathway where our little brown bundle of fun runs after his much loved yellow
tennis ball which contrasts well with the hundreds of bluebells that this wood
is well known renowned for at this time of year. The path stretches up the
middle of the wood, in the distance, you can see that it veers to the right and
then the left before coming to the end of the wood where it opens out onto
verdant green farmland.
Next, thinking about the same place, describing it using the
other four senses: smell, taste, sound and touch:
Walking into my
favourite wood you can smell the fresh perfume of the bluebells scattered in
their hundreds over the woodland floor. Lit by the dappled light from the spring
green canopy of beech and oak trees, it gives off an air of serenity and that
strange taste of spring. Except all is not quiet, all-round songbirds can be
heard and the occasional thump, thump of a woodpecker or nuthatch. Squirrels
scratch around in the undergrowth before they sense the presence of little
Murphy and scoot off up the nearest tree. The utopia is somewhat spoilt,
however, by the distant sound of the A30 with the busy East Devon evening
commuter traffic.
Except that now reviewing it, I didn’t use touch in this
one!
The last exercise was to merge the two descriptions together
in a piece of around 150 words, (this one is 170) thereby using all five senses
together:
Finally, the assignment asked for a piece of between 300 to
500 words describing a special place that we had visited. After a couple of
goes, I returned to the same place that we take Murphy for a walk, Black Aller
Woods on the Escott Estate:
Taking an early
morning walk with Murphy, the three-year-old WestiePoo, in our favourite wood I climb over the stile. I am immediately
struck by a wall of fragrant aroma from the perfumed bluebells that are
covering the woodland floor. Above, the sun is bursting through the beautiful
spring green canopy of oak, ash and cherry trees. This is Black Aller Wood on
the Escott Estate in East Devon.
The dappled sunlight creates
a peaceful atmosphere. Squirrels can be seen scratching around in the
undergrowth undisturbed even by our little dog scampering after his yellow
tennis ball.
The pathway cuts through the middle of the
wood. Blackbirds can be heard warning others of intruders disturbing their
peace. Above the fields, adjacent to the wood, a buzzard screeches as it
circles on the thermals searching for food.
Fox and badger trails criss-cross among the bluebells. The white tails
of Rabbits disappear down into their burrows; they are out and about in numbers
this morning. Segways and quad bikes are the only occasional disturbance during
the daytime to this peaceful haven.
Turning the corner at the bottom of this
L-shaped wood the tree line narrows into a path. A little shrew shuffles from
one side to the other or is it escaping from the circling buzzard?
The bluebell undergrowth now gives way to
intermittent primroses from earlier in the spring also holly bushes and
straggling ivy. The pervading fragrance of the spring wildflowers now starts to
give way to the more pungent aroma of the fields where the farmer has spread
contents of several tanks of liquid manure.
The walk continues along the rubble-filled
pathway until it meets with a gateway which opens out on a wide expansive vista
looking out across the East Devon countryside and down to Escot House, a large
house rebuilt in 1837 after a fire. It
has an eerie Georgian appearance rising out of the early morning mist and you
can imagine visitors arriving in horse-drawn carriages. Further behind the
house, Scandinavian timber wolves, lynx, wildcats and red squirrels live as
part of a study towards future reintroduction back into the countryside. An
otter is rumoured to reside in the stretch of the River Tale below. Much to
Murphy’s surprise a pheasant squawks and flies into the air from the long grass
alongside the pathway, its blue, green and red plumage shining in the morning
sun. The brightly coloured feathers of the male bird are in contrast to grey
plumage of the trio of guinea fowl wandering across the field in their never-ending
search for food. We continue along a
concrete road which runs through the flat green fields at the top of the rise
until we come to a gate with an old stone water trough with smelly, stagnant
green water inside. Contemplating a day of work, you can only be thankful to be
able to live in this wonderful part of the country. (494)
So there we have it, my first assignment. This weekend for
my latest assignment I have finally fleshed out an article from the outline I
worked on earlier. I will need to have a look through it again as part of the
editing and proofreading process, but, I hope to be able to have that ready to
go off to my tutor in the next week or so.
Looking forward I also now have another piece for the Blue
Band magazine to write and of course, I have the next assignment to work on as
well.