Tyntesfield into 2013 an update

A Happy New Year to all our Readers.

We finishing 2012 tangled up within the most bizarre scenario. Unfortunately, due to certain legal action pending, we are unable to make comment. But rest assured, when it comes out, it will amaze the most ardent of our readers. We promise a story that will stretch the meaning of the word stupid, to new levels.

With this in mind, it comes to our attention that 2013 starts with PDR season. Anything you say may be held against you. And not just by the National Trust.

But we can kick off with a build-up to some recent events. This should put some of my critics at rest. Especially those who have been asking why I don’t help the National Trust instead of condemning them.

Let’s put the record straight shall we? And tweak some noses at the same time. So if you are sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin.

Over the last three years since leaving my job, I have been openly contracting for the National Trust on various properties.

On all my contracts I built in training elements free of charge. Not only was this practise very time consuming and costly, but very rewarding for me. We opened up the opportunity for persons from all walks of life to come along and give it a go. I didn’t make much money, but the best things in life are free.

The calibre of our trainees ranged from Youth offenders to Structural engineering students. All were treated the same and no one was turned away, despite the weather.

Not only was I taking it upon myself to practice what that the National Trust preaches – inclusion – I was ticking all their boxes at the same time. In fact I was doing all the things I wanted to do when I was employed by the Trust.

As I have this policy for only working a 4 day week, what a better way to spend my day off than volunteering for the National Trust as well. I gave up my free time to build their walls for free. Yes that’s right. Absolutely free of charge. And as a professional Waller and accredited instructor, I was able to give the volunteers advice when needed. I even managed to stay away from the politics that are rife at the properties. With the miles of walls owned by the Trust falling into disrepair faster than they can repair them you would think every little helps.

With budgets being cut across the Trust and spending being rationed for essential courses such as How to Talk to the Public (Sorry couldn’t help it) I engaged my other skills such as getting the public to donate stone for building. Yes, if there was a slight snifter of stone going begging, I made every effort to see it go to the Trust and make those people who donated feel they were doing a fantastic thing.

And last but not least, after every training session I engaged in, I always made a point of promoting the Trust should they wish to volunteer their new found skills.

This is the point where certain readers will swivel in their chairs, scratch their heads and think He’s Mad.

All in all, Things were starting to take a turn for the better at Tyntesfield. We learnt that there was a new outdoors manager at Tyntesfield seemed to be turning things around. The manager was ‘Getting on top of things’ and said to have ‘taken the welfare of the estate to heart’. These are some of the phrases conveyed to us by several sources.

Was it about time to put the Tyntesfield stories to rest? Even with humongous back log of stories pending, I decided to approach a very good friend and member of National Trust staff to say that an unofficial meeting on the quiet might just reassure us. We would be prepared to move on in a more positive way.

Unfortunately shortly after, that member of staff decided they had had enough of the Trust. They left taking with him our olive branch, a walling hammer and my papers on retaining walls. I do miss that hammer.

Yes readers all this was in the pipe line. Until just recently. Certain managers found out about my activities, possibly the same managers that have run up the points to qualify for a personal parking space at Shit Creek. Just like hurt children, they stamped their feet and made lots of noise.

So now I have my day off again. It means I will be able channel my focus to neglected issues. May be I can again involve offenders in my other passion – Lock picking skills. Irresponsible I hear you say? Let’s face it; every journey starts with a single foot step. In which direction they go is down to the individual.