Reflections of Thetford Issue 02

Roni Rea Dean

Mick Whitman

Todd Rae

Carla Barreto

John Hayes

Caitlin Chrystal

Bob Blogg

Kelly Ladell

Ash Simonds and much more

Welcome

Welcome to issue two of Reflections of Thetford magazine.

by Martin Angus (Editor)

So where did those two months go? Here we are again with another bumper issue featuring some of the great people, organisations, charities and businesses of Thetford.

The response to issue 1 of the Bubbly Hub magazine ‘Reflections of Thetford’, was simply overwhelming, with a large proportion of the compliments going to the quality of the writing, so a really huge thank you to The Guildhall Writers Group.

Our objective was to produce a magazine that the people of Thetford could be proud of, reflecting the great things people are doing in this lovely town of ours, and from the feedback, I do believe we went a long way to satisfy that objective.

I am personally very pleased with the fact that, even after just one issue, contributors and advertisers

‘get’ what we are trying to do, we are not about advertorials which basically insult the reader by trying to disguise selling by offering advice, but we are trying to dig deeper and give the reader the story, passion and reasons behind the person, to try to understand why they do what they do. We may not get it right 100% of the time, but we will continue to try to give our readers a ‘jolly good read’.

As I said in the first issue, we are aiming to be a magazine that truly reflects our community and the energy that is making Thetford a great place to live and be part of.

If you should see or speak to any of the contributors, or advertisers you have seen in this magazine, please let them know you saw them in ‘Reflections of Thetford’ magazine.

Martin Angus - Editor

Eva Jovaise - Production Assistant

Contents

Out of the Shadows - Roni Rea Dean

Budget Reaction - Jamie Norton

Thetford’s Captain Mainwaring - Mick Whitman

TADDS - Celebrating 10 Years

A Man at the Heart of a Thriving Club - Todd Rae

Thetford’s Fashion and Jewellery Photo-shoot

A Voice for Local People - Carla Barreto

Thetford Artist - John Hayes

Business Blooms - Caitlin Chrystal

The Medussa Project - Bob Blogg

Charles Burrell - A Poem

Souls of the Sea - Kelly Ladell

Paws for Change

Kyiv to Thetford - Ilona Gurina Business

‘Roni Rea Dean’ Photography by Martin Angus

Out of the Shadows

The Rise of Roni Rea Dean

Written by Joanne Whalley

What sort of person springs to mind when you think of a boxer? Is it the posturing, boasts and facing off at those high profile and sometimes controversial weigh-ins?

I recently chatted to Thetford’s rising star and recently turned pro boxer, Roni Rea Dean to discover that boxing goes beyond and is a whole lot more than what happens at weigh-ins and in the ring.

Roni has always had a competitive streak which manifested itself in striving and wanting to do well academically at school and university. Even though the younger Roni went swimming and attended dance classes, she hated PE, especially the feeling of being sweaty and of having messy hair.

Shy, anxious, afraid of failure and lacking the self belief to put herself out there and overcome these feelings, she found that one area of her life where

she wasn’t afraid and could express herself was to be creative and her interest in art led her to college and then onto university where she studied fine art with a view to becoming an art teacher and fulfil her ambition to work with young people.

Even though boxing was a family affair, her dad, uncle and her cousins boxed as children and her dad continued to train and compete as an adult, until he unfortunately sustained an eye injury and was forced to quit. Roni’s brother brought their dad back into the sport when he started boxing at the age of twelve and trained at Attleborough Boxing Club where their dad made his return to the sport by helping out as a volunteer with the running of the club and as an amateur coach. During this time he took on more and more responsibility for the running of the club. When it closed down he thought he might as well run his own club and in turn bring boxing back to Thetford after the Silver Ring Boxing Club had closed in the 90s.

Photography by Martin Angus

With the help of his cousin and some local support Thetford Town Boxing Club opened its doors in 2016. Once the club was up and running, Roni’s mum came on-board where she became heavily involved and still is.

Boxing was never part of Roni’s plan until as a sixteen year old she quit swimming and dancing and when her mum said she needed to find other ways to keep fit she joined the boxing club where she hid behind the bags and shadow boxed as she was yet to overcome her fear of failure and build up her confidence.

Roni ran every week, enjoyed feeling fit and became hooked by boxing and when she turned seventeen was ready and wanted to compete. She describes walking into the ring for her first amateur bout at the Attleborough Home Show to Rhianna’s ‘Run this Town’ aged nineteen as the best moment of her life. Roni recalled waiting for the nerves to kick in, they didn’t and she was just buzzing, remembering fondly her dad in the corner and so proud as he gave her a hug and told her to enjoy it.

As an amateur she reached the National Finals, where the bout concluded with a split decision and awarded to the favourite, Roni then received a call up to attend the GB assessment camp in Sheffield. However, we won’t be seeing Roni at the Olympics, as she is more suited and prefers the longer and more tactical bouts of professional boxing and decided to turn pro.

Becoming a pro boxer is a huge commitment and doesn’t just involve a huge amount of training. To obtain a pro licence, boxers need to show experience on their amateur boxing card and attend a formal interview with the British Boxing Board of Control where they will be asked about the rules of boxing which is a fairly big chunk of information to familiarise yourself with and remember. In addition to the

interview a full medical, including an MRI, blood tests and Hepatitis b vaccination, as well as signing up with a manager and a professionally licensed trainer are required. It is a costly business with the required annual medical fees costing around £1000, plus the money needed to pay for protein powder and equipment and one that doesn’t pay for itself until titles are won. To compete for titles, fighters need to get onto shows to build up a profile and progress onto the bigger shows. Managers booking their boxers onto shows have to prove that the boxer’s name is one that sells tickets and it is agreed that a set amount of tickets have to be sold.

For now Roni funds her pro boxing career through a combination of her own work and sponsorships from AQB Group and Pearsons Capital Projects. It’s not just financial sponsorships that keep Roni in the ring, she’s also sponsored by Relax & Unwind who provide her with sports massages.

Roni has taken all this in her stride and instead of feeling stressed, finds being in the pro game hugely exciting even though her dad wasn’t able to be in the corner for her first two professional bouts. Since she went pro, her dad has now obtained his pro licence and is now back in her corner.

Training and work are both important aspects in Roni’s life and she puts in long days to enable her to balance both of her careers effectively. She has fulfilled her ambition to work with young people when after university she obtained qualifications and worked as a youth worker in Thetford and now works 3 days a week providing support to post care children and young people. She is passionate about and enjoys helping young people to build confidence and gain life skills and that crosses over into her boxing world when she started coaching at the club from the age of eighteen. Her twice daily sessions consisting of running, strength and conditioning

Photography by Martin Angus

training bookend her working days and on her 2 days off she trains twice a week in Norwich with her pro trainer Graham Everett.

To unwind and relax she makes jewellery or creates other art pieces, although quite often they are boxing themed and she has recently designed the poster for the Thetford Home Show on 28 April. Sundays are a day off from training and she spends them on the climbing wall or walking and she also coaches amateurs at the weekend. Sometimes she manages to get away in the camper-van with her boyfriend which they converted themselves with help from Roni’s dad.

When I met Roni she was feeling dejected that her weekend bout had been cancelled as her opposition had to pull out and a replacement could not be found. Roni trains in a way to ensure that she is always match ready to enable her to step in and make the most of opportunities when replacements are needed for shows where other boxers have needed to pull out.

Roni’s boxing role model and hero is Katie Taylor who has been influential in paving the way for more girls and women to enter the sport, it was a Katie Taylor match that was a decider for the introduction of women’s boxing into the Olympics. Roni doesn’t just respect Katie as a boxer she also admires the way she conducts herself as a person and for someone who has achieved so much still remains humble.

Both Roni and Thetford Town Boxing Club have seen more girls and women coming into the sport but there are some inequalities that remain. Women have to travel more than men for sparring opportunities, Roni included as she has gone UK wide to spar, although in house opportunities are increasing with more women taking up boxing. There’s also

equipment to consider, gloves can be made to fit with hand taping, there is a requirement for those who compete to wear groin guards which are designed for men with their proportions in mind and amateur women can wear chest protectors if they want, unfortunately choice is limited and because of this they can be costly. Some are poorly designed and one Roni bought had a poor cup design and caused bruising to her ribs.

There’s a saying that it takes a village to raise a child and like most sports at amateur level boxing relies heavily on volunteers who have a genuine love for the sport and want to give something back by inspiring future generations. It is here in these clubs where some will be discovered and who will progress to compete at the top of their sport and all who take part will discover the special lessons Roni has learnt: confidence, discipline and commitment which can carry through and enhance all areas of life and sports clubs are where second families can be found.

With all the help received along the way from coaches, sponsors and followers, Roni has well and truly emerged from the shadows and is fuelled by the ambition to become a world champion. Thetford can become the town who raises a champion and we can all play a part in helping Roni’s rise to the top by following her on social media: Instagram and Facebook @ronireadean, checking out the Home Shows and buying tickets to watch Roni in the ring, providing sponsorship or volunteering at local clubs to help and inspire future generations of sports people.

Roni Rea Dean, role model, coach and supporter of young people, the artist and boxer - if your perceptions of boxing are like the one at the start of this article, think and look again as people like Roni prove that it’s so much more than fighting.

Budget Reaction

Jamie Norton, partner at Lovewell Blake’s Thetford office, reflects on how this month’s Budget will impact businesses in Thetford.

Written by Jamie Norton

Those expecting a buccaneering pre-election Budget from Jeremy Hunt will be feeling rather let down: this was a modest affair, full of measures which had been pre-briefed, and without even the traditional rabbit pulled out of the hat to please his own backbenchers.

The headline (and much signposted) 2% cut in employee National Insurance for those earning up to £50,270 - the higher rate remains unchanged – will make a small difference to the take-home pay of those in employment.

It will also once again cause business owners in Thetford who draw their income from their companies via dividends to take a long, hard look at whether they should instead be drawing more of their earnings via salary. Although the fact that employer contributions remain at the much higher rate of 13.8% may tip the balance in favour of continuing to take dividends, especially when you consider the cashflow implications of paying tax on salaries monthly via PAYE.

Many will welcome the raising of the threshold be-

yond which parents lose child benefit to £60,000, and the stretching of the taper window from £10,000 to £20,000, but this move does not in any way solve the inherent unfairness of the measure for single income families.

In fact, it exacerbates that unfairness, as a household with two parents earning £60,000 each, who would previously have lost their entire child benefit entitlement, will now receive it in full; meanwhile, a single income household earning £80,000 will receive nothing. Promises to consider household income in future would provide more fairness, but will be difficult to implement and will not happen unless the election goes the way of the government.

The move will also considerably complicate tax planning, as up until now £50,000 has been a single threshold for higher rate income tax as well as the child benefit taper. Now there are several thresholds, which does nothing to simplify the system.

The elephant in the room which wasn’t mentioned in the Chancellor’s speech is fiscal drag. The freezing

of personal allowances and tax bands continues to pull more people into taxation, and more into paying higher tax rates. If the government hopes that people won’t notice this considerable ‘stealth tax rise’, they are set to be disappointed.

The main surprise in Jeremy Hunt’s Budget was that there were no surprises, and no real theme, either. At this stage in the electoral cycle we may have envisaged something spectacular; instead, it was rather thin and uninspiring fare.

Furnished Holiday Lettings Relief

The abolition of Furnished Holiday Lettings relief will have major implications for the East Anglia region, where tourism is a major part of the economy.

The relief essentially allows owners of furnished holiday lets to treat them as a business rather than an investment, enabling beneficial tax breaks for

expenses, as well as access to the 10% Business Asset Disposal Relief (BADR) rate when it comes to disposal of the business, provided certain conditions are met.

From April 2025 (so it won’t affect this season), furnished holiday lets will be treated the same as longterm residential lets, with limits on mortgage interest relief and full capital gains tax payable on disposal. Landlords must now review the potential viability of their businesses under the new regime.

The implications for the tourism sector in East Anglia could be severe. The move could lead to many landlords either selling up or moving their properties to the long-term residential lettings market. There will be those who may view this as a good thing, but tourism is one of the biggest employers in East Anglia, so the economic impact of this decision could be negative.

‘Mick Whitman’ Photography by Martin Angus

Mick Whitman

Captain Mainwaring

Written by Andy Eden

The theme music of Dad’s Army is one of those things that never fails to take me back to a particular time and place. As a child I was allowed to stay up and watch Dad’s Army as long as I got ready for bed first. So the closing credits, where Captain Mainwaring and the rest of the platoon run toward the camera to the accompaniment of the band of the Coldstream Guards and the sirens wailing, has bitter sweet significance. Firstly it was part of the iconic show that I and so many others loved, but it was also the signal for bed time.

That was many (far too many) years ago and in a different place. In more recent times when I moved to the Thetford area, I was delighted to find that there was a Dad’s Army museum here. Not only a museum but a Captain Mainwaring as well. I say ‘a’ Captain Mainwaring because as we all know, the original one, Arthur Lowe is no longer with us, no doubt still marching with the rest of the platoon, now made up to strength by the recent sad loss of Ian Lavender.

Thetford’s very own Captain Mainwaring is Mick Whitman whom I met recently. He certainly has more than a passing resemblance to Arthur Lowe and it was this similarity that led to him taking up the role. Sixteen years ago, with the museum just opening, Mick approached Stuart Wright, the chairman of the museum, and offered his services. The rest, as they say, is history.

Originally Mick’s role was within the museum, to meet and greet visitors and provide information about the show and cast as well as the filming locations. Over the years the platoon (and the museum) began to grow with the other key characters being represented.

As I sat talking to Mick, I could not help noticing the complete set of Dad’s Army DVD’s on his book shelf. He is obviously a keen fan of the show and when I mention a story line from one of the episodes, he knows immediately which one I’m talking about and the show’s title. Understandable,

I suppose, for someone who has had such close ties with the programme and some of its cast. For Mick and the museum, this is not just a show of affection for a classic program that most of us grew up with. There are real links between the two.

Firstly, for those of you who may not know, Dad’s Army was filmed in and around Thetford. They used the Stanford Training Area (STANTA) as well as some of the smaller villages and hamlets nearby as locations. For the sharp eyed amongst you, it is still possible to identify some of the places where it was shot. Many of the cast would stay in the Bell Hotel during filming and were regularly seen around the town. One of Dad’s Army writers, David Croft, lived in Honington, just a few miles outside Thetford and so he knew the area and suggested it as a location. The idea for Dad’s Army came from Jimmy Perry, who based it on his own experiences in the Home Guard which he joined aged just 16. Many of the characters were based on members of his platoon including an elderly lance corporal who often talked about fighting in the Sudan against the ‘Fuzzy Wuzzies.’ Jimmy’s mother was concerned about him going out at night in case he caught a chill and so Private Pike was born.

Once the museum was open, several of the late cast were regular visitors and kept in touch including Ian Lavender who played private Pike. In its early days, attendance at the museum was about 90% local people but as its reputation has spread, that has changed. Now the majority of visitors are from further afield including people who are visiting Britain and add it to their list of ‘must see’ attractions. Run by volunteers, the museum holds a large collection of memorabilia from the series including uniforms and equipment and has a reconstruction of Captain Mainwaring’s office.

The museum is in the Guildhall in Thetford, Cage Lane, which is appropriate as the Guildhall itself appears in two episodes of the programme. In “Time on My Hands” a German pilot gets his parachute caught on the clock tower. It can also be seen in “The Captain’s Car” from 1974. Walking tours of the Thetford locations are also run by the museum and even coach tours of the locations outside Thetford, that have appeared in the series. These can be booked through the website or in the museum. All the effort of the volunteers and attention to detail has paid off in the form of awards it has received as a tourist attraction. When Mick started at the museum it was a case of gathering together any pieces of uniform that could be used to bring Captain Mainwaring to life. Later, the museum had enough funds to buy a full uniform, not only for Mick, but also for other members of the platoon as they came on board. “It is important to get it right,” he told me, “because there is always someone who will know if its not and they will say so.” Originally intended to be appropriately uniformed staff in the museum, Mick and the platoon’s role has developed over the years. They have opened fates and attended events at places like Kings Lynn and Weybourne where the Muckleburgh Collection is based.

In 2012 the original Ford BB van used in the series as Jones butcher van came up for sale by auction. The DJ and self confessed petrol head, Chris Evans was known to be interested in several of the lots up for sale, so the museum approached him to ask if he was going to bid on the van. He graciously said that if they were bidding for it, he would not. That left the field open so Mick attended the sale as Captain Mainwaring in full uniform. Whether it helped or not, we can’t say but it certainly did no harm as they were successful in their bid. The van is now housed in the Charles Burrell Museum due

‘Seeing Double’

Photograph supplied by Mick Whitman

to lack of space at the Guildhall and can often be seen out around the town and at local events with the platoon.

In 2017, Ian Lavander approached the platoon and asked if they would be prepared to be part of the Lord Mayor’s parade in London with Jones van. They would be attending under The Worshipful Company of Butchers banner. They said yes and Mick remembers that they marched under an inflatable steak. “A very memorable day.”

Mick has appeared on tv as Captain Mainwaring as well. He has been on The One Show and Lorraine Kelly’s program, ‘Lorriane’. When the latest Dad’s Army film was being made in 2016, they borrowed Jones van from the museum and Mick went along as well. He was an extra and can be seen marching along with the platoon down the main street.

Over the years Mick has met quite a few celebrities such as Charlie Stayt from BBC Breakfast and Liz Truss. He has also known celebrities who have been regular visitors to, and supporters of the museum. John Clegg who played Gunner Graham in ‘It Ain’t Half Hot Mum’, Geoffrey Holland from ‘Hi De Hi’ and who was also private Walker in the stage show of Dad’s Army, as well as Micheal Knowles. Michael was also in ‘It Ain’t Half Hot Mum’ and had appeared in several episodes of Dad’s Army as well as the first film. Michael also adapted episodes for the radio version. Ian Lavander who played private Pike as previously mentioned, Frank Williams who was the vicar and Bill Pertwee, the ARP warden often visited the museum.

Despite meeting those from the world of tv and film, Mick is a modest person. He is quite happy to be photographed in his role as Captain Mainwaring and is rightly proud of the museum

and its work. In fact, when I spoke to him, he put the museum ahead of his own achievements time and again. He did not answer me directly when I asked why he did it. During my meeting with him though, it became clear that as well as enjoying the role, it wasn’t about him, it was about the museum. That and of course the programme that so many people loved when it came out and continue to love today, 56 years later.

For those wishing to visit the Dad’s Army museum, it re-opens after the winter break on 16th March. It is open on Saturdays 10am until 3pm until December. It is also open on Sundays 10am until 1pm during July and August and Easter Sunday. Other dates may be announced so it is always worth checking on the website www.dadsarmythetford.org.uk . You will be able to find details of other events there as well.

‘Mick Whitman’ Photography by Martin Angus

(L-R) Yvonne Warren (Volunteer) and Joanne Mountjoy-Dixon (Founder)

T.A.D.D.S.

Thetford and District Dementia Support Group Celebrating 10 Years

Written by Joanne Mountjoy-Dixon

2024 will see Thetford & District Dementia Support Group a local group, celebrate its tenth year of supporting local people living with dementia.

The group which was started by Joanne Mountjoy-Dixon in 2014, holds weekly group meetings at Cloverfield Community Church every Friday, from 10am until 1pm.

When someone is undergoing or facing a new diagnosis of dementia, it can be difficult to work out where and if there is any ongoing support. Although some large national charities can provide a wealth of information, you don’t actually know what you need to know at the start of your journey.

Often people are reeling from their diagnosis and find it difficult to cope with the masses of information they are then given. At this point, if a healthcare practitioner or a family member signposts them to our group, we can support you from this point going forward by providing meaningful activities, music, speakers and reminiscence along with refreshments. Help and support can be given on a one-to-one or within a small group giving more information about the diagnosis and care management to enable people to live well and with purpose with their diagnosis.

If you are concerned about memory loss it is important to consult with your GP as not all memory loss is caused by dementia, many health issues can give similar symptoms but are reversible and curable. Such as vitamin deficiency, other medication, alcohol misuse, injuries and stress.. but it is important to find out the cause.

Your GP can give you blood and memory tests to find out what is going on and if necessary can refer you for further investigations and head scans. Getting a prompt diagnosis is important, even if it’s challenging. Identifying a reversible cause of memory impairment enables you to get appropriate treatment.

If it is Dementia, then a quick diagnosis can enable you to get medication (if appropriate) to slow its progression, and get the help and support you will need.

If you know someone who has memory loss or is recently diagnosed with dementia, or a family that is struggling with a loved one with dementia, then please let them know about us…

You can visit our website at www.thetford-dementia-support-group.org

Or you can email: taddsgroup@hotmail.com

‘Todd Rae’ Photography by Martin Angus

Todd Rae

A Man at the Heart of a Thriving Club

Written by Dave Griffiths

When first asked to do this article, I was a bit hesitant. I’m not a Thetford local and, whilst I love my sport, I’ve never been one to watch local football at weekends. If I’m honest local football immediately brings stereotypical images of a 9 stone referee running for his life from a gang of burly blokes angry at an offside decision! How was I going to write an article around that? Well, talking to Nigel the Chairman and Todd the 1st team coach made me a little ashamed of my preconceived view. I’ve discovered Thetford Town Football Club is steeped in a long history and, despite having its ups and downs, is now thriving on and off the pitch. My image of a group of rough, angry blokes has been replaced by one of a remarkably inclusive, happy and supportive club. I stand corrected!

I was amazed (but perhaps I shouldn’t be given Thetford’s rich history) that the club was formed over 140 years ago in 1883. Nigel’s interest in the club started in the 1960s when he’d nip across the road

from his dad’s allotment to watch a game. He played a bit what were known as the “Minors” but at 16 went to play for East Harling for 10 years before returning to coach youth sides. The youth development side is what really interests Nigel; an example of its success is in current club captain Sam Bond who came through that youth set up.

Around 12 years ago the club was in a bad way and almost went bust. Nigel and a group of like-minded people formed a strong committee and enabled the club to grow and thrive. It now has 250 members and, along with the gents side in the semi pro Thurlow Nunn Premier League, it has youth’s and 2 ladies sides (something Nigel is particularly proud of). He’d love to develop stronger youth teams with a clear pathway to gents and ladies senior teams.

Having a strong committee making the right decisions is crucial to a club like Town but it really runs on an army of volunteers who provide their time

free of charge to do whatever is necessary. Amongst these folks I was told of a guy called Todd Rae so I arranged to meet up and find out a bit about him and what he does for the club.

I sit one of those comfy seats at the back of Spoons one dreary Saturday morning waiting for Todd and to talk about him and his involvement with TTFC. He bounces in having just made travel arrangement to head to Carrow road in the afternoon to watch his beloved Norwich play. I’m worried that I’ll struggle to get conversation going but in the immortal words of Shrek (and in the most positive sort of way) “getting him to shut up is more of a problem” :).

Todd’s enthusiasm for football and the club and Thetford is infectious. Like many a lad growing up in Thetford, he was football mad as a youngster, playing in several positions but mainly in goal and he played for the Town at under 18 level. In his teens he became more and more interested in the tactics and coaching of the game, ultimately heading to University at Loughborough to do a Sports Coaching degree.

Through his years at Loughborough, alongside his studies and gaining his coaching badges, Todd got heavily involved in Futsal, a variant of 5 aside originating in South America and majoring on technique and tactical skill. He also developed a firm belief that coaching was as much about making the person comfortable and happy in their role in the team and able to express themselves freely as it was about ability and technique. He believes this is key to both enjoyment and performance. In his last year at Loughborough, he was involved in coaching the Loughborough side to victory in the inter University BUCS championship. He stayed on in Loughborough the following year to both work and coach the side

to try to achieve rare back-to-back wins in the tournament. Unfortunately, they lost narrowly in the final to Cardiff, but it was a great experience.

He returned to Thetford, got a job and got reinvolved with the club. Initially he’d just help out with whatever was needed but became gradually more involved with the men’s team management. He filled in as physio on occasion, later became goal keeping coach before becoming 1st team coach under Matt Morton the manager and John Taylor assistant manager for the 22/23 season. They had a great season finishing 2nd after leading for a significant part of the season. That promotion back to Step 4, a level they were at way back in the 1960s, was tantalisingly close; I’m sure it will come.

One Sunday Todd was asked to help out with the ladies team as Luke, the manager, was away at a national coaching course. He enjoyed it, as he does all things football, and became increasingly involved in aspects of the team leading to being appointed Ladies 1st team coach under manager Luke Pickford and assistant manager Amber Browne. I think the most animated point in our discussion was when he recounted a 90th minute winner Kamile Omeleviciute scored having run the full length of the pitch, passing 5 players to take the team into this season’s first round proper of the FA cup. A memorable moment for all with much celebrating and hugging.

However, Todd jokes that his greatest achievement is being known to have the best initiation song in the club and that he is pressed to perform it at every team social. I sense he doesn’t need too much persuasion!

So, after a very enjoyable hour-long chat,

Todd headed off to get his photos done for this article and I was left to ponder how wrong my preconceptions had been about a local football. I see Premiership games with obscenely paid players blatantly cheating, players and managers arguing with referees and toxic chanting from the stands. I see the 4 top flight leagues with 92 clubs and not a single openly gay player or manager. It makes me wonder if football is an environment that you’d want to bring kids into. But everything I hear about Thetford Town FC flies in the face of that. Remarkably inclusive with gents and ladies, young and not so young, gay or straight, all nationalities welcome into what seems a positive, supportive set up. I didn’t get chance to see a game before writing this but I’m definitely going to get along to one soon and I’d encourage you all to as well. If anyone is interested in getting involved with the club, I’m sure Nigel would love to hear from you. Here’s the website www.thetfordtownfootballclub.com).

Photography by Martin Angus

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Photoshoot in Thetford

Colaboration between 5 businesses in Thetford

Have you ever wondered what would happen if 5 businesses in Thetford colaborated one Saturday morning, had a bit of fun, and shared the photographs of their escapade in the pages of this magazine? Well we did, and thought, let’s see what happens.

The ‘Reflections of Thetford’ magazine teamed up with Kloset Fashion, Chloe’s Jewellers, KF Beauty and The Thomas Paine Hotel, and decided to do a little photoshoot.

A big thanks to The Thomas Paine Hotel, as they kindly gave us use of the entire hotel for the morning. We were also fortunate to bump into Shaun Smith, who kindly allowed us to use his Porsche in a few of the photographs.

To say the morning didn’t go without a few technical problems, is a slight understatement, but the whole idea was to just have some fun, get a few nice

photographs, and then share our experience to help promote the businesses involved.

We learned a lot with our first attempt, maybe this is the first of many home grown photoshoots in Thetford.

The clothing and jewellery used during the photoshoot was all supplied from Kloset Fashion and Chloe’s Jewellers, both retailers have said that if you see something that takes your fancy in any of the photographs, please call into either store as stocks of the various items do fluctuate, but both stores will do their utmost to help you find what you are looking for.

The three lovely models, Joana, Bruna, and Tegan, worked extremely hard, as did the whole team on the morning. We hope you enjoy the photographs, and that you pop into both shops to let them know you have seen the photographs and let them know if any of the items take your fancy.

The Team

Kloset Fashion, 25 Riverside Walk, Thetford IP24 2BB 07594 262000

Chloe’s Jewellers, 13 King Street, Thetford IP24 2AN 01842 761100

KF Beauty, 25 Riverside Walk, Thetford IP24 2BB 07594 262000

The Thomas Paine Hotel, Whitehart Street, Thetford IP24 1AA 01842 750372

Photography - Martin Angus c/o Bubbly Hub, Thetford

‘Carla Barreto’ Photography by Martin Angus

CARLA BARRETO

A voice for local people

Written by Liam Chatton

How does an intelligent, travelled, worldly and driven woman settle in Thetford and become a voice for local people in local politics?

The origin story

Carla came from Viana do Castelo in the northern part of Portugal, a town on the coast where the Lim flows into the Atlantic. She describes the town as a very traditional place where local heritage is important. The preservation of heritage is something that Carla is passionate about.

Carla met and fell in love with Joe, a marine engineer from Canada. They married when she was 19 and lived for some time in Nova Scotia where she started raising a family before they decided to move back to Europe to be nearer to her family. England seemed a great compromise and they eventually decided to settle in Thetford, a town already blessed with a sizeable Portuguese community.

During her time living in Thetford, she realised that

the area needed better representation, local voices were not being heard. In 2019 Carla was elected as a local independent councillor to Thetford Town Council in the Burrell Ward where she resides with her family. “Heritage and tradition are very much to be preserved and respected”, says Carla, “but it doesn’t need to be mutually exclusive.” She believes that local traditions and culture can exist alongside non-local, migrant, cultures. There are many communities from different nationalities living in Thetford with a wide range of cultures and traditions.

Carla is so much more than a councillor. Already with a BA in law she’s studying for her master’s degree. She successfully won a second term in the May 2023 local elections and carries out charity work in the local area.

Carla volunteers her time with the Citizens Advice Bureau as an advisor, and with S.I.M.P.L.E. NORFOLK CIO charity. Studying law, being a mother and volunteering for two charities while sitting on a town council might seem like a bit of a busy enough

lifestyle. Not for Carla who is also involved with liaising with the Portuguese ambassador to the UK and is working to help set up an Anglo-Portuguese trade show in East Anglia allowing local businesses to connect with other businesses in Portugal and throughout Europe.

Burrell Ward

Burrell is a ward of contrasts. Economically it is one of the most deprived areas in Breckland. Ecologically it is rich with nature. Although it doesn’t include Nun’s Bridges it does include Mill Lane riverside which leads to Nuns’ Bridges. It’s also home to Barnham Cross Common, classic Breckland heath with gorse and the odd Scots Pine just to remind you you’re still in Thetford. Edging Burrell on the southeast of the ward is the stunning Nunnery Lakes.

Burrell’s share of Thetford Forest stretches from London Road all the way to Elveden Bypass where the old A11 leaves the new to lead into Elveden village to the west. The Burrell border then follows the Norfolk-Suffolk border east towards Barnham Cross. “It’s blessed with an outstanding natural environment. Unemployment does remain high though.” Carla said. This is despite having some big industrial names on and around the Caxton industrial estate, also in the ward. Baxter’s Healthcare and 2 Sisters Food Group are examples.

For shopping there is the Forest Retail Park where London Road meets the A11. Names here include Sainsbury’s, B&Q and Currys and the area also boasts a McDonalds and a KFC. Head towards town along London Road and you’ll find Home Bargains, Hughes, Food Warehouse and B&M on the Breckland Retail Park.

In the town centre the ward borders Thetford Riverside leisure area that includes The Light cinema,

Traditional Dress’

Photograph courtesy Carla Barreto

restaurants, and a hotel. In front of this is a paved and green area with seating and space for events such as the Punjab Festival.

Another neighbour of the ward is Thetford Grammar School. One of the oldest schools in England, it was first established in the 7th century and boasts among its former students Thomas Paine. Among the modern school buildings is a 15th century building known as “Old School”.

The population of Burrell is probably the most diverse in the town. According to the 2021 census the population of Burrell was 6200. Of these 51.6% were female and 48.4% male (England: 51.0% female; 49.0% male). 75.4% of the population was born in the UK (England: 82.6%). English is spoken as a main language by 81.0% (England & Wales: English/Welsh 90.8%) in Burrell with 4.9% (England: 1.9%) reportedly cannot speak English well or at all.

Involvement in local politics

Carla recognises that all people need their voices heard when it comes to issues that affect their everyday living. She also sits on the Consultation Committee which ensures that local concerns reach the ears of the councillors. She emphasises that different cultures and people of different heritages can co-exist and rather than a diminishing affect it can enrich each other. “As a town and a community, we can live together and grow together.”

It hasn’t been altogether plain sailing for Carla as a councillor though. I asked her how she felt at her first council meeting. “Nervous,” she said, “even more so when I dared to speak.” Like the proverbial stranger walking into the saloon in the Western movies, the piano stops and everyone turns to look and stare, Carla had a similar experience on the council. “Everyone looked at me, all sound was sucked from

the chamber.”

Not only a newcomer, but a woman and a migrant as well, it has been a long and difficult journey to first be accepted, and then become established and celebrated. On 27th February 2024 Carla was appointed Deputy Mayor of Thetford in only her second term on the council.

It could be suggested that Thetford has a tradition of challenging political order. Thomas Paine is probably one of the most famous, encouraging subjects of the British Crown to consider their continued fealty. Spoiler alert: the American War of Independence led to the birth of the United States of America. Paine later showed up in France, again encouraging citizens to question the status quo leading to a revolution.

Some 1700 years before Paine, the then queen of the Iceni people, Boudicca, challenged the might and brutality of the Roman Empire. Although this ultimately did not work out too well for Boudicca and her family, nor for the Iceni people, her name has nevertheless endured throughout British history and is seen as an icon of East Anglian heroism. Of course, there is no suggestion that Carla is going to encourage a revolution nor indeed lead an army to sack Colchester and London, there is an energetic drive about her to ensure that no voice in Thetford goes unheard. Carla demonstrates a determination to instil a sense of pride in local communities and encourage mutual growth for everyone, a trailblazer appropriate for our time.

So how does an intelligent, well-travelled, worldly, and driven woman settle in Thetford and become a voice for local people in local politics? It just takes a bit of courage and determination to stand up, to have faith in the people in your community, and to believe that you can make a difference.

‘Carla Barreto Reflection’ Photography by Martin Angus

How can we all live a healthier lifestyle with no extra cost?

Healthy Lifestyle advice from Ryan’s Fitness

The first thing I do when I speak to my clients is ask them about their current physical activity, how much quality sleep do they get and are they honest with the nutritional value of their food choices.

Whilst some people believe going on a “diet” works, the vast majority of people don’t find it sustainable. Over restricting yourself can lead to an unhappy relationship with food, motivation and the way we view our progress and the ability to change our habits.

Here are 6 important ways to make a healthier change:

- Achieve a minimum of 6-10k steps daily. (park at the bottom of the car park, take the stairs, walk when you can).

- Eat your whole foods. ( the less ingredients the better and stay away from the orange/red nutritional labels on packaging).

- Consume a minimum of 2.5 litres a day to ensure you stay hydrated).

- 7-9 hours sleep is optimal for the foundation of your mental health, energy levels, muscle recovery and hormone production.

- Your mobility is the reflection of your age! Body weight exercises, keeping physically busy with house work or even daily walks is the key to maintaining your independence as we get older.

- Vitamin d levels are essential for your energy levels, our moods and our quality of sleep. It’s the key compound our body needs to thrive. Ideally we get this from being exposed to light but we can also supplement it for winter seasons or for those who don’t get to see many day light hours.

Photographer’s Lens

A selection of photographs from a local Thetford enthusiast

The ‘Reflections of Thetford’ has received an amazing selection of photographs from a local photographer, Peter Watson.

“Hi, my name is peter watson, i live in Thetford, this is my 3rd time of living here, having moved away and returned like a bad case of measles.

One of my passions is photography, though not a professional, just a basic amature.

It started many years ago when i got a Zorki 4k film camera for christmas, though i struggled with settings, exp, shutter speed etc, when i got it right the pictures were lovely.

Most of the time the photos were of my children on holiday, i progressed with other cameras, which then moved to digital, getting an early Fuji, wow, i could snap away and store onto a computer. Moving onto various Nikon models, expanding my “skillset” using manual mode, ive now moved onto a mirrorless Fuji,

and what a difference, bright, sharp, and vibrant pictures. A mixture of arty, landscape, portrait, architecture, candid street photography and sunrises and sunsets. Im far from brilliant but am getting better, a far cry from some of the pro’s pictures ive seen of the milky way or a dead calm sea with the final glimmer of light as the sun sets beyond the atlantic horizon.

Much as i try, i just cannot get a good lunar shot, though, one day when ive aquired professional standard cameras and lenses i may just get that long sought picture.

Its also very handy having a decent samsung phone with good camera, theres always a photo opportunity.”

If you have taken any lovely photographs of Thetford, and you would like others to appreciate them, please get in touch with us here at the magazine and become a published photographer

Photography by Peter Watson

Photography by Peter Watson

Photography by Peter Watson

John HayesPhotography by Martin Angus

Pulp Fiction

John Hayes of Glade Art

Written by Xanthe Cross

I’ve been in the drawer a long time. I’m at the top of the pile, the smooth cellophane wrapping a contrast to my textured grain. If you asked me, I’d say that I am infinitely patient, but in truth, every time he pulls open the drawer, anticipation and hope flood my being, as the light floods my temporary home. My potential is unbounded, yet I wait, my future purpose unharnessed, floating in the bright air of his double aspect studio.

This shed, humble and cluttered, is warm and dry, and filled with magic. His yearning to create shines from his very being and seeps out into the well-tended garden.

It is late morning when he enters today. I can detect a purpose and determination, tinged with a kind of restlessness. A new project. Others sense it too. The acrylics in their shiny silver jackets whisper and jostle

in the blue plastic toolbox.

“He’ll choose me!” “No, me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, he hasn’t chosen ‘Cerulean Blue’ for years.”

In contrast the peaceful pastels, like discs of theatrical makeup, murmur gently, wondering if there will be a pet portrait soon, their particles of coloured dust transformed into fondled fur and inquisitive, trusting eyes.

The air is warming, the electric fire’s heat allowing him to hang his jacket on the back of the door. I can hear him sliding his chosen CD from the pile and, yes, it’s my favourite, ‘Status Quo’. Maybe it’s a sign. I can hear him slipping yesterday’s completed work into a crinkly wrapper. I was right, he has finished, and

A small selection of artwork by John Hayes

today there will be the start of something new. I dare to hope, and, when I can almost bear it no longer, he opens the drawer. He hums gently as he breaks the seal of my transparent prison and pulls me free. His fingers caress my surface, checking that I’m right for the vision in his mind. He can already see the finished product. His impatience to fill me floods my every fibre yet somehow settles me. We’re in this together. I trust him as the sea trusts the moon.

He places me gently on the worktop as he bends to reach under the desk. Music and light mingle in the cosy air as he unfolds his desk-top easel. Despite its age it is confident and strong. I can sense that he has complete faith in its sturdiness. Well, he created it after all. He knows every joint, every smoothed wooden edge. Dry rainbow remnants of previous work frame the clean rectangular central portion where, finally, he places me and secures me with brown tape. My pride is almost beyond measure. ‘Patience’ I tell myself, but I am too excited.

I can see even more now from my new vantage point. The obligatory artists’ wooden mannequin stands jauntily, arms frozen in mid-swing, head tilted as if asking a question. The window behind it allows me to gaze at the sky, taking in the clouds and the wheeling birds. The thrill they must feel adds to my own soaring joyfulness as I wait for him to begin.

The acrylics were ahead of themselves for, as usual, he begins with his trusty pencil. The fine tremor in his hand disappears as soon as the lead touches my surface, his intention steadying his fingers. The building’s edges, windows and roof begin to take the shape of the image in the photograph. His eyes darting back and forth, back and forth.

The acrylics get their day, eventually. Their smooth coats crinkle under his gentle, squeezing pressure. The shiny porcelain palette poised, regal, awaits their

daily arrival, individual colours at first, expertly mixed to just the right hue. The brushes stand beside me, a motley crew of rebel fighters, determined but slightly embarrassed, awaiting direction from the General. Their gentle bristles fill the spaces between the pencil lines, now covered with ink. My favourite part of all is being tickled by his fine tipped pen scribbling tiny circles of Norfolk flint, and I smile inside.

As the days passed, each view from the window was the same yet infinitely different. My initial excitement and impatience were replaced by a burgeoning confidence that I would be great when I was finished. I thank the skill of my creator and know that he is satisfied with me just as I am. But we will not be together forever. Someone else will see me, want me, buy me, and, the ultimate prize, frame me, to be displayed for all to see.

With thanks to Mr John Hayes of Glade Art for sharing his passion.

‘Caitlin and flowers‘

Photography by Martin Angus

Business Blooms

At The Garden Shed

Written by Joanne Whalley

In childhood sometimes young girls enjoy the prettiness of things, flowers, flowing beautiful hair and some dream of becoming princesses when they grow up.

One young Thetford girl actually did grow up and become a princess - well almost!

Caitlin Chrystal’s parents moved from Essex to Thetford with the young Caitlin and Thetford has been her home ever since.

If you were wondering about the princess bit, Caitlin once worked as a princess for I Wish, I Wish. Being a princess wasn’t the only job where she combined her childhood loves with work. From school Caitlin went to college and trained as a hairdresser and before becoming a florist has worked at CenterParcs as a nursery nurse and has also worked as a self employed childminder.

As a young mum, the priority was always to be in

paid work, whatever that might be and as Caitlin is a person that is adaptable and capable of turning her hand to most things her experience has been an eclectic one.

Caitlin’s interest in flowers was reignited when she was getting married and she instinctively knew exactly what she wanted and how it should look. She found work with a local florist and learned all her skills on the job.

The Garden Shed was born out of the necessity to work, when in October 2022, Caitlin returned to work after recovering from an illness and feeling that enough was enough impulsively decided to quit her job there and then.

At the time the mother of 3 children had bought a house earlier in the year with her husband. It was a full renovation project, everything needed doing, in fact when they got the keys the house didn’t have a front door to go with them.

That evening not knowing what to do next, Caitlin racked her brains for ideas before making the decision to continue with floristry and set up on her own.

Unsure of how her new venture would work out and wanting to keep overheads to a minimum, her amazing and supportive husband, also a builder sprang into action and amongst all the other building work going on in the house, built a temporary shed in the garden from chipboard. This became the namesake of the business.

I met up with Caitlin shortly after Valentine’s day and one where she had spent 8 solid hours making deliveries, to find out how The Garden Shed was getting on and what it was like to be a relatively new and independent business in Thetford.

Like Caitlin’s favourite flower, the Hydrangea, business at The Garden Shed is blooming. The phone rings daily and Caitlin is proud of becoming so well established in such a short amount of time and did 19 weddings in her first year. Saying that it took a couple of people and word of mouth from Thetford’s community worked its magic. Extremely modest, Caitlin not only balanced being a working mum and a full scale house renovation, she has also undergone the steep learning curve involved with starting a business and keeping overheads to a minimum. She designed her own branding, uniform and website and is both creative and engaging on her twice daily Instagram and Facebook posts which are a thing of beauty. She is very proud of and loves her branding, especially the hidden ladybird in every bouquet. Caitlin is a worthy nominee for the Thetford Business Awards.

For all of us the environment is a hot topic and there has been much discussion about the use of oasis (floral foam) amongst the industry and the Royal

Horticultural Society (RHS) and the carbon footprint of flowers imported to the UK is also a consideration. This is something Caitlin is mindful of, always having to balance these concerns with the need for durability, for example funeral flowers which need to be strong as they are moved around so an oasis will be used. She has also been sourcing flowers from a Norfolk home grower. In addition to this Caitlin is a big believer in reuse and prolonging the life of larger arrangements by suggesting to customers different ways to use and display the flowers. She also uses offcuts, which are known as stemmings to create lovely wreaths for her front door, now that she has one which she shares on Instagram for all to enjoy and take inspiration from.

Caitlin’s community engagement branches out beyond social media, taking part in events like the Pumpkin Festival, appearing at local craft fairs, running workshops at the Ex Service Club and

supporting local charities.

Perhaps like the Hydrangea which indicates the pH of soil by the colour of its flowers, Caitlins success at The Garden Shed indicates that Thetford is a great place for new and small independent businesses to be.

This along with the strong sense of community is one of the many reasons Thetford holds a special place in Caitlin’s heart. Alongside the amazing work done by the Bubbly Hub, there is a thriving community of independent businesses who support each other. Caitlin is a big believer in collaboration, not competition and has done a mother’s day collaboration with Tall Orders and has helped out other florists when she provided advice and help to a new florist to set up their admin and accounts and has supplied flowers to another when they were short and needed to complete an arrangement. This florist turned out to be the Norfolk home grower who now supplies flowers to The Garden Shed.

Cailtin loves and is honoured to be part of people’s special days and focuses on quality not quantity, providing a service with a really personal touch. She will only do one event per day, during which she ensures everything is just right and to look out for opportunities to add surprise personal touches. Very occasionally she has sometimes had to call on her hairdressing skills and has helped out with hair crisis on wedding days.

Sometimes customers have asked for flowers that are out of season and Caitlin really enjoys using her creativity to find different ways to make their floral vision a reality.

Business has blossomed so much that Caitlin has outgrown the chipboard shed and a third project has been added to this year’s renovation list - a bigger garden shed.

Caitlin ChrystalPhotography by Martin Angus

‘Bob at Spring Walks’Photography by Martin Angus

The Medusa Project

Adventures on a mobility scooter in Thetford

Written by Bob Blogg

If you’ve got a mobility scooter, bad luck. It probably means something’s gone horribly wrong with your body. It could just be a temporary issue or it could be a long term problem, or simple old age. Whatever the reason, I’ve got some good news. You’ve got a mobility scooter!

But, and it’s a Big But. You’re on wheels not legs. Your wheels are your legs. The “Big But” is that wheels can’t as easily go everywhere that legs can. So where can you go in Thetford, on wheels? Have you got big wheels, small wheels, fast wheels or slow wheels? I’m going to try and tell you where you can go, err, geographically speaking, on any wheeled conveyance, even a pushchair with baby and teddy on board.

Let’s quickly get the boring bits about me and my disabilities out of the way so we can swiftly move on to the action. I first moved to Thetford just under 15

years ago when I started working for the wonderful organization, the British Trust for Ornithology, better known as the BTO (I will tell you more about them later). Within 6 months of starting my new job as a database officer, I stopped so to speak. I was diagnosed with primary progressive MS in 2010. The BTO stood by me and I had a great 11 years working for them before retiring a few years ago.

During that period, I started looking at the world from the point of view of an evolving wheeled creature. A bit like a baby Dalek with a beard. On wheels I went to work, went to the supermarket, went to the doctors and went to the pub, but I never went to the forest. I now call that my hibernation period. Now, I’m out of my cave and I have got the time to explore.

Before we move on, let me tell you about my mobility scooters. I am lucky enough to have two. Tigga is my big scooter.

He’s always been Tigga through all his reincarnations – a bit like Doctor Whatsisname. He’s a TGA scooter so I think you can see how he got his name. He started off humbly as a 4mph pavement scooter. In his current incarnation he is a TGA Vita 4, 8mph road scooter. I have test driven lots of mobility scooters and most have very similar specification, but when it comes to looks, Chanel, Gucci and Prada are still fighting over him! Basically, if you could choose your own legs you would go for long lovely and tanned every time. Well I would.

Tiglet is my baby scooter. He is not a TGA. He’s a Drive Autofold Elite and he’s a folding boot scooter. His top speed is 4mph, his rear wheel with tyre is only 7 inches and the ground clearance is only 2 inches, but he’s a game pavement scooter. He, perhaps, hasn’t got his father’s looks (someone, who shall remain nameless for now, dared to call him my “tea tray”!) but he’s as adventurous as Tigga.

I have started doing a series of short films that show you how to get to places in Thetford on your scooters. At the moment there is one that shows you a trip from Roys to Iceland from Tiglet’s point of view, showing you the kerbs and ramps and pavements along the way, and any unexpected obstacles you could encounter. There is also one showing you a journey from the Goal House, Old Market Street to the Healthy Living Centre from Tigga’s point of view.

I have a lot more ideas for other routes to film. I’m planning on doing the surgeries, the station, the bus interchange and the library at the moment but I am nearly always starting from Old Market Street, which is where I live, or around the centre of town. This makes my routes biased. You might want to go from Canterbury Way to the Library or from Green Lanes to the Station or from Kimms Belt to School Lane. If you let me know what routes interest you, I will do my best to add them to the series.

‘Bob and Tigga’Photography

by Martin Angus

Sorry, I got a bit sidetracked there. As I was saying, I’m out of hibernation, out of my cave and, like any newborn I am full of curiosity. I am going to explore everywhere you can go on wheels in Thetford.

In the past, whenever I had the chance to take a break, I would arrange to transport Tigga to wherever my destination holiday cottage was. By this method, I have explored the North Yorkshire Moors, Penzance to St Ives, Bakewell in the Peak District, and more locally Happisburgh on the North Norfolk coast. It really helps if your girlfriend has got a Transit van. The criteria for these destinations was, and still is, as many B roads as possible combined with as few A roads as possible, and lots of places to explore. It was during these trips that I first thought that it would be good to film them. There are any number of shows showing you car journeys, cycling tours, hiking paths and extreme sports. But nothing for a mobility scooter. I thought I would try to address this imbalance.

Thetford does not match my holiday criteria because of all the surrounding A roads but it does tick my final box. It has lots of places to explore. These A roads form the shape of a medusa so the Medusa Project was born.

The project’s aim is to show all the places you can visit on your scooter, sometimes purely for adventure, sometimes for a family day out, and sometimes just an outing for lunch with the kids and teddy. I haven’t seen that sort of information easily available in any town or city I have visited on my scooter. Ideally, the end result will produce a scootering map of Thetford like those for cyclists or hikers.

I am currently working on a three part series of films that will show you how to follow the Little Ouse River from one end of Thetford to the other on your mobility scooter. Starting at the top of Canterbury Way near 78

the Warrener and finishing right at the other end of Thetford at the Nunnery Lakes. The plan is that the route will be suitable for all types of scooters and power chairs, wheelchairs, prams, pushchairs, bicycles, even unicycles. I suppose we had better allow for pedestrians as well – and don’t forget the dog!

I have already started filming episode 1 that I hope to release in time for the spring bank holiday in May. This will explore the water meadows on both sides of the river from Canterbury Way to Bridge Street. It will look at spots where you can relax, have a picnic or watch the wildlife. I will also have a look around the Priory, where you can go on a scooter. Tigga had a midsummer night’s dream there last year or something similar.

Episode 2 will explore the magical walk (scoot?) through the centre of Thetford from Bridge Street and Captain Mainwaring, over the bridge to Butten Island and along Spring Walk, ending at the beautiful Nun’s Bridges. There is a lot to see in this section of the river and it is easily accessible for everybody. I will also have a quick nose at the river Thet while I’m island hopping. I’ve even heard rumours that there are some ghosts about somewhere too?

The final episode will carry on via the BTO, Nunnery place and end at the glorious Nunnery Lakes Reserve. I told you I would tell you more about the BTO. Well, if you ask them those nice people will give you the keys to the kingdom so to speak.

They will arrange access so you can drive your scooter straight through the main gate, which is at the end of Nunnery Place, and up to the lakes. This avoids the kissing gate access that hikers use. The journey is suitable for most scooters but boot scooters will probably struggle a bit. The good news is that the BTO will also give you instructions on how to drive your car there with your scooter on board.

‘Rolling along the River’

I have tried showing you a map of the complete route for all three episodes but it is such a funny shape I’m not sure what poor Martin can do with it? I was thinking of calling the series ‘Rolling along the River’ but Credence Clearwater Revival might sue!

Right, that’s enough waffling. I have been telling you for ages what I’m going to do, but what have I done? The first thing I was determined to do when I came out of hibernation was to add the forest to the places I had wheeled to on Tigga. So I did and I have.

I had my scooter, I had a camera and I decided I was going to start my explorations at the extreme end of the spectrum. I was going to drive straight over the A11, up the Brandon Road and into the forest. This trip is not for everyone. But if you are a confident driver, it is surprising easy. If you have a road scooter, I’m assuming that you used to, or still do, have a driving licence and are familiar with the Highway Code. If you have a road legal mobility scooter and you have never driven on the road before, please get some driving lessons before even thinking of tackling this route. Most scooter suppliers have recommended courses.

Anyway, last year (2023), finally, after more than a decade in Thetford, I let my wheels down, put the hammer down and whizzed off to the forest. The whole experience was exhilarating to say the least. The result is the Great Escape (https://youtu.be/J_J-EkmFL8). And two spin offs: The Forest XL and the Right Side XL that continue the adventure.

As well as showing you how you can really get out and about on your mobility scooter, they also clearly show you what an amateur film maker I am. I haven’t finished with the Right Side yet and I intend to get out there again this year with a GPS tracker and do my David Attenborough impersonation. But instead of whispering to a gorilla, I might chat to a chaffinch. I’m hoping to get

a trail wildlife camera to expand this idea, so any advice is greatly appreciated.

If you have read this far, I’m pleased and probably somewhat amazed. But I hope it means you can see the advantages of knowing where you can and can’t go on a mobility scooter in Thetford. So, please help me. Let me have your thoughts, ideas, routes you desire, kerbs you hate, pavements you admire, ramps you rate – It’s quite poetic really. We can then get it on a map and everyone can see where they are and where they can go.

Watch all the fun here www.youtube.com/@ TheMedusaProjectThetford. Subscribe and I will keep you updated with new releases and please email me at robert.blogg@gmail.com with your questions and ideas. Thank you.

I think I have been waffling on for too long so I will shut up now. Happy scootering.

‘King George V’

Photography by Eva Jovaise

Charles Burrell

A Poem - The Rise and Fall, and Rise again

Written by Amanda Kingsnorth

The river runs slowly through the town. People rushing past, carriages, horses.

Typical for the town because of course this is the age of industry. Of evolution and revolution. The age of steam and machine, of heat and pollution.

Around this time they are drinking in the Bell. Betty Radcliffe is the lady of that hotel.

A popular stop for post and gent: both worker and wench get to quench their thirst at the bar

They come from afar to test the ale and see what’s on offer: the girls on sale

Ah yes! What an age of smoke and pollution. Of energy…innovation…revolution. Evolution of machine of mechanics and steam. Of dreams and belief..of faith and relief that progress will drive the future for all.

No attempt to stall will halt the wonderful magnificence of this!

The future is here, there is nothing to fear …except poverty and death as machines replace us.

The sun beats down its heat on this town.

The family is here who will wear its crown.

The man: Joseph Burrell is here!

It is clear he is the one to fear

Anti-innovators stand clear!

The age of revolution is here!

This is a man with dreams of glory. A grandfather with a humble story: a blacksmith with his own forge. But he doesn’t get to gorge on profit He hands it on to sons that scoff it down and make more for this town.

‘Worm Gear’

Photography by Eva Jovaise

But life moves slow in rural lands: threshing machines and slow wheels that cut through, plough and drill the fields. An improvement? Yes but not yet the success that puts ‘Burrell’ on the map.

Roll forward more than 100 years.

The grandson inherits and takes the gears of this enterprise.

From humble beginnings a gap is recognized and steam is king.

The factory on the river rings out with noise

The steam engine is here! They shift up a gear and 1913 is their year. Charles Burrell (the second) wears the crown. It is his turn now to inherit the town, and get this fortune nailed down.

Beautiful engines, monstrous beasts crawl like snails through the streets, shattering the peace of this market town where Vikings once held its crown. Where the lark rises high and the curlew crouches down.

Charles Burrell is now on the map. Firmly placed as the king of steam, the man that rode the waves of a dream. Men came from everywhere, near and far: Showmen, circuses, farmers and more. They came to buy creations that gleam: pretty wheels, huge beasts of machine.

The dream rose high in the steam of the engine. Thetford lived well, prospered for a spell And then came the war crashing and burning

Bringing shattered hopes for England’s sons And a yearning for metal for bullets and guns. The factory changed direction again: Munitions were made alongside the men. Showmen rode tanks into the circus of war, Tanks that could plough through soldiers and more.

Flat tracked wheels that spanned the mud Snowshoes for engines? A gift from above!

Fortunes of war slowly changed. Victory shifted and favoured the brave men and boys, scattered like toys at the end of the day ready to be churned into the rivers of clay.

After the war a monotony returned. Life resumed but without the money to burn. At Burrells progress slowed to a halt, the scheme that they bought into came to nought. They pooled their resources and tried their luck But with other like minds they lost their buck.

That golden success of 1913 became the best, for now they were hurting. Orders fell, and work dried up Petrol became king, internal combustion the thing Cars and tractors were the replacement pup.

Burrells struggled on till ‘28

But then came the day they closed the gate. People mourned the loss to the town. They cried for the beasts that clanked and ground their way to the fields. Those carousels driven by steam, beautiful decor, lives and dreams

Now Thetford retreated, pulled closed the gate, wrapped itself in blankets, started to stagnate. It became a forgotten place hidden away in the brecks.

It need to recuperate, refocus and reflect. Burrells engines were left to sleep steeped in oil, covered in sheets. A few were hidden away from sight, waiting until the time was right. Waiting for men with passion inside Women and men who refused to hide this success away from the world.

Mary sighed as the breeze ruffled the sheet in this draughty old warehouse where she was trying to sleep.

She’d been ‘resting’ for over 60 years, waiting gracious in the wings as the gears of progress ground their way on, waiting for the time when her light would shine once again on the world.

But still, no one came through that door, the oldest door on the Burrell factory floor. With paintwork peeling and flaking away there seemed no reason for people to stay. “Just another old ruin, nothing here to see We’ve a much nicer one at the old priory.”

But only, if only they stepped inside

What treasurers they would find that were trying to hide.

What stories they’d tell if given the chance, what jewels exist if taken a glance

Three engines now, in their glory, reside in the old factory shed near the riverside. Mary is there, queen of them all, a showman’s machine, she answered the call for tents to erect and carousels to turn, ready for the folk with pennies to burn.

Ironically then used by the interloping car.

Aggie the little traction engine is here, proudly liveried in Lake Crimson Burrell gear. She ploughed the fields from sun rise to set. Worked hard all her life but didn’t get the chance to enjoy the sun, turfed out by the newer and faster ones.

So now you must come and see the engines today, hear their tales of work at rest and play.

Come, if you will, enter the shed.

Hear the stories of old, let the smells fill your head. Travel back in time with our wonderful team, let them guide you round as they retell the dream: A dream of steam, a dream that was good, of Charles Burrell and the engines that could.

Mac the road roller is sitting here. It was wheels like hers that rumbled the ear, flattening roads, making them smooth with tar.

‘Kelly Ladell’

Photography by Martin Angus

Souls of the Sea

Self Reflection by the Thetford Author

Written by Kelly Ladell

Why Writing?

It was about two years ago, following lock-down, that I sat down to write a book. I’d just been illhealth retired from working within Suffolk County Council’s Children’s Services and my heart was very heavy that such a big part of my life had come to such a premature end. My husband had just been diagnosed with heart and lung failure and was also ill-health retired and I needed something to stop me from going crazy.

My three adult daughters all encouraged me to write. I’d been saying for years I would like to write a book, I’d dabbled with poetry and written eulogies for family members, so I thought I’d see where the process led me.

I began with an idea I’d felt strongly about- Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) and began to research. However, being an avid history lover, I soon altered direction, delving further and further back into the reasons for FGM which consequently led me back to the earliest plantations in Virginia during the

1700’s, that traded in, amongst other things, female slaves who had been ‘cut’ to show they were pure. Tobacco,cloth, spices and wines were exchanged as well as human beings, who were treated not dissimilar to the goods they shared the bone achingly small space with on the slave ships as they completed the middle passage. I then discovered that the slavers who invaded Africa had indeed themselves been raided by Barbary Pirates which together, gave me the premise of an idea.

Women during that time were treated appallingly, with very little rights over the simplest things in life, including FGM to ‘ensure they were clean for men’ Feeling rather powerless in my own life at home due to three separate spinal conditions taking away many of my own life choices, I decided to use artistic licence to create three strong historical female characters, and to give them chances in life that they would not have had at the time, weaving this with the historical knowledge I had gained through research.

I have always been a lover of all sorts of writing, from historical poetry, to more modern crime writers such

as John Connolly, writers that included supernatural twists, such as Olivie Blake. So I gave my main character a God gift from her people.

My research progressed and I discovered the relationships and similarities between slaves and the American indigenous populations such as belief systems, use of wise women and their society structure. I was intrigued by the Algonquin Indians and introduced them to my narrative. It fascinated me that each of these social groups had similar views and yet still stole the lives of others.

My background is a little different and happily not so dramatic. I have lived in Thetford my entire life, I went to school here, married here, had my children here and stayed here. I believe this has influenced my writing. Living in Thetford, you can not escape the presence of Thomas Paine, a staunch abolitionist ,this also was a muse to support me to write a novel with slavery at its heart.

My Book - ‘Souls of the sea’ charts the course of Irisa, a young African wise woman as she is faced with domestic abuse, slavery, FGM, rape and misogyny and how with the use of her God gift, she and two friends survive against all the odds and find unity with the Algonquins.

I was unable to travel to Africa or America to become accustomed to the environments described within the book, so, I combined scholarly research with my love for the natural world and our wonderful land, sea and skyscapes. I am at my calmest when at our local Suffolk coast with my Husband Stephen and my little dog Hamish, listening to the sounds of the ocean, relishing the fresh clean air, or when I can, walking into the stunning forests, right on our doorstep, listening to the sounds of the trees and leaves swaying in the breeze, the nip of cold air as it permeates the comfort of summer warmth. Combined with using

how it felt whilst on holiday in the moist Mexican or arid Mediterranean heat, this gave me a lot of material to access for the descriptions of the destinations within my work.

Writing has definitely given me a purpose, which I feel I lost when stepping back from such an intensive work role. I have been blessed in the time I have been writing this novel with two beautiful grandsons with a third imminent which has kept my life hectic and meaningful, but writing has given me a personal purpose.

I decided to self publish my novel with BookMundo, however I had no idea how hard that would be and have had to accept that my printed novel has a few errors, owing to the fact that I’m not a professional editor and that I do not present it as an authentic historical work,but after berating myself for all my faults, I have come to accept that for a novice writer to complete a book that people are telling me they are enjoying reading, is enough recognition for me.

I intend to continue writing, although this time I will give myself the luxury of employing the services of an editor! It’s hard to see the wood for the trees when you have written the manuscript yourself.

I would encourage anyone to engage in writing, to write anything. I have always kept both a journal and holiday journal as well as greedily devouring books in a variety of genres throughout the year, which I believe helped with the process of writing. Don’t tell yourself you can’t write, because anyone can. It doesn’t have to be a novel, but be ambitious, you might find, like myself, that you love the process.

You can find my book, ‘The Souls of the Sea’ as well as a detailed plot descriptor on the BookMundo website, under my name, Kelly Ladell. There is also a direct link, which is: www.mybestseller.co.uk/books/360516

‘Souls of the Sea’Photography

by Martin Angus

Photograph courtesy of Breckland Cats Protection

Paws for Change

Breckland Cats Protection

In the quaint and picturesque town of Thetford, a dedicated group of volunteers at Breckland Cats Protection, work tirelessly to ensure the wellbeing of feline friends in need. Led by a passionate coordinator, the team consists of individuals who wear various hats - from treasurer to fosterers, each person plays a crucial role in the mission to save and re-home cats and kittens.

As the year 2023 unfolds, the Breckland Cats Protection branch faces challenges and triumphs alike. With 148 cats and kittens taken in, the team celebrates the successful homing of 110 of them. Yet, not all stories have a happy ending, as some cats are transferred to rehoming centres, and a few are sadly laid to rest due to irreparable health conditions.

The heart and soul of Breckland Cats Protection extend far beyond Thetford and Breckland, encompassing a nationwide network of branches, rehoming centers, and shops. In a staggering display of dedication, the organization aids a whopping 14,400 cats and kittens, providing essential services

like neutering, microchipping, and vaccinations to ensure the well-being of these precious creatures.

One of the most critical aspects of the organization’s work is the healthcare of cats in their care. Feline Aids and Feline Leukemia pose serious threats, requiring meticulous testing and care protocols. Despite the challenges, the team remains steadfast in their commitment to providing a safe and loving environment for each cat they encounter.

Beyond the walls of the organization’s headquarters, the community plays a vital role. From fostering to fundraising, volunteers and supporters alike come together to make a difference in the lives of felines in need. Whether setting traps for feral cats, organizing fundraisers, or simply opening their homes to foster a cat or kitten, every individual contribution is a step towards positive change.

As the year progresses, relationships form, challenges arise, and unexpected bonds are forged. Through heartwarming moments of love and loss, the

volunteers of Breckland Cats Protection navigate the complexities of animal welfare with unwavering dedication and compassion.

A new regulation looms on the horizon for all cat owners, set to be enforced on 10th June 2024, stipulates that all cats must be microchipped, under penalty of a hefty fine. Kittens, the future of the feline world, must be chipped before they reach 20 weeks of age, marking a new era of accountability and traceability for our beloved pets.

At the heart of this narrative lies the tale of Mittens, a spirited tabby with a penchant for adventure and a tendency to wander. His owner, Mrs. Whiskers, dotes on him with all her heart, but the fear of losing Mittens haunts her dreams. With the looming deadline for microchipping drawing near, she embarks on a journey to ensure her beloved feline companion’s safety and well-being.

Guided by the compassionate team at Breckland Cats Protection, Mrs. Whiskers learns about the importance of microchipping in reuniting lost cats with their families. The process, simpler than she initially thought, involves a tiny implant under Mittens’ skin, connecting him to a national database that holds vital contact information. As Mittens purrs contentedly unaware, Mrs. Whiskers finds solace in knowing that her furry friend is now safeguarded against the perils of the unknown.

But the tale doesn’t end there. As Mittens frolics through the lush gardens of Thetford, a new challenge emerges – the need for responsible pet ownership. The unbridled potential of unspayed female cats and their offspring is a stark reminder of the importance of neutering. The looming threat of overpopulation and the health risks that unaltered cats face cast a shadow over the idyllic town, propelling Mrs. Whiskers and her fellow residents into action.

Armed with knowledge and determination, Mrs. Whiskers sets out to spread awareness about the benefits of spaying and neutering. The statistics on reduced risks of cancer and the staggering impact of uncontrolled breeding serve as fuel for her mission. With support from the Breckland Cat protection, she advocates for responsible pet care and offers assistance to those in need. Breckland Cats protection can provide a voucher which can be taken to any vet for £70 towards the cost of neutering female cat, and £50 towards the cost of neutering a male cat.

Let their tale inspire you to protect and cherish the pawprints that grace our lives, for in their presence lies a world of love and joy waiting to be discovered.

We are desperately short of fosterers, so if you think you can help us, please get in touch. Everything is paid for, food, litter, and mileage if you have to go to our vets which is in Thetford. It doesn’t cost you anything, apart from your time.

We also need people who are willing to fund raise for us. We often have a stall at a car boot sale, or at a craft fayre, where we sell donated items. Our vet bills are very large which we have to pay. So we are always short of money. If you think you can help in this way, please contact us. We have a telephone help line 01842 810018 and we would love to hear from you.

“Paws for Change” is a tale of resilience, hope, and the transformative power of love - a story that reminds us of the profound impact we can have when we come together for a common cause. Join the volunteers of Breckland Cats Protection on a journey filled with laughter, tears, and the unwavering spirit of community, as they strive to make a difference, one meow at a time.

Ilona Gurina

Kyiv to Thetford

A personal reflection of the impact of The War in Ukraine

Written by Ilona Gurina

Iam from Kyiv, Ukraine. I had a happy life there where I would spend time with my family, I enjoyed traveling and my work. I have worked as a project manager on many large scale projects and with 15 years of experience within this industry. I would work on a project until it was complete, moving straight onto the next one. I worked hard and had a successful career in Ukraine.

My life in Kyiv changed forever on 24th February 2022, when Russia invaded Ukraine. We woke up to an explosion, a large block of flats was damaged not far from our home. I could not believe that this was real, it wasn’t something I was watching on the news, it wasn’t a computer game or film - this was my life, my new reality. Everything stopped. The threat of bombings, invasion, everything in my life became uncertain. My children’s therapy sessions stopped, the supply of special medicine stopped, all of my projects at work were stopped. I had no idea what to do. Should we stay and hope for a resolution? Should

we move out of Kyiv? Where could we go? How would I support my children through this? How do I explain to them what is going on... A serious depression came over me, I was desperate to do everything I could to keep my family safe.

A key role in my job as a project manager was to be organised. Organisation became my strength. I wished that I had a more hands on skill set so I could help with manual jobs, however my organisational skills soon worked to my benefit. Survival became our life. We would hide in bomb shelters - praying for an end of the bombings, a resolution, to survive the day. My family and I moved 200 kilometers from home to a small town. I had a relative there who I hoped would be able to help my children. She was a doctor in a clinic where she cared for 13 disabled children. I searched for her for a month before I found out that the clinic had looted, and the hospital re-located to an area which was under occupation from Russian soldiers. Instant desperation hit me, no one could gain

We are very small Ukrainian community in Thetford, but anyway we trying gather together and to show people what is Ukraine

Photograph courtesy of The Bubbly Hub

contact with her. I had so much support from friends and family, all of us were in the same situation. After 3 months I managed to contact her and we finally were able to re-unite.

Every morning would start with a phone call ‘are you ok?’ I was depressed, I was desperate. No plans, no hope, no dreams apart from survival. I was depressed, I was desperate

My friends told me of a program called ‘Homes for Ukrainian’s’ based in the UK. People were opening up their homes for us. I had to make the decision to leave Ukraine, and in doing so; leave my husband behind. My children were having to run away and hide from dropping bombs, the air raid alarms were becoming our lives. I had to take my children away from this.

I was accepted onto the program, but still I had so many worries... how would my children cope? Would I see my husband again? Who would I be living with? I could speak basic English from my school education, but I hadn’t used this for many years, so how would I communicate? How would I provide for my children? Would I ever see my family, friends, or Ukraine again? I didn’t know a thing about Norfolk, but I arrived with my two children and two suitcases on June 28th 2022.

I was humbled by the attention to detail and hospitality of the family and the local community I was so thankful to Libby and Johnatan, who had opened their doors and hearts to me and my children. Croxton The local community are incredible people, who accepted us as a friends, they support all our charity project to help Ukrainians. People were offering help with everything from clothes and toys to help with paper work. I initially found support from other Ukrainians who were now in Norfolk, communicating using our native

language was comforting, however I knew I had to improve my English. Almost all big cities and towns had support centres where Ukrainians can meet and receive support in Norwich, Bury st Edmunds, Dereham etc. People from different organisations all offered support - child care, councils, libraries, job centres, churches, different confessions, refugee support, local colleges, local businesses, and charity organisations.

The generosity, help and support which I received helped me build my confidence and start to build a new life for me and my children.

We are very small Ukrainian community in Thetford, but anyway we trying gather together and to show people what is Ukraine? Which long history and traditions we have, via exhibitions, charity evening and other events. I am very grateful personally Oli Smith (Wensum Print) who support all our projects and print all our materials, which moving now to other regions in England.

We always try to help Ukrainian school in Cambridge, it is nearest area where our children can possibility to be in touch with other children and do not forget language and other important things. I now work as an event and venue officer in Thetford Town Council. I am thankful them that I now have the opportunity to give back to the community which helped me so much.

My story is one of many - I am so thankful for what the UK and Norfolk and its communities have brought to mine, my families and Ukrainians lives in our time of need. I will be forever grateful.

I always welcome for cooperation and create something useful together.

Photograph courtesy of Ash Simonds

Business focus

Ash Simonds answers a few reflection questions

After you read this you will realise how busy a chap Ash Simonds is, so instead of doing our usual interview, we asked Ash to answer a few questions to save him some precious time.

Tell me about where you grew up and what your family life was like.

I have always lived in Thetford, growing up being the youngest of 3, with two older brothers (Terry and Gav) it was fun, and I think I was potentially the loudest out of the 3 of us.

How did your parents influence you?

My Mum and Dad have always been hard-working people, so a good work ethic and a caring attitude were instilled from an early age.

Where did you go to school?

My High School was Rosemary Musker. For those that are not older than dirt like me, this is what the Thetford Academy was built on/around.

Describe a typical day in your life.

A typical day for me is normally a busy one, I have a full-time job as well as running a Martial arts School and 6 kids, so never a quiet household or a cheap day out. My day is anything from the school run, desk job, teaching Karate, dance dad duties with my daughters, to attending tournaments and events with the school.

Who have been your strongest influences in life?

All of my family, and I would have to say my older brother Gav, He was born with a severe heart condition, that would limit his life, this did not stop him doing anything that he put his mind to, and he was the toughest warrior I have ever met.

How did you come up with the idea for your startup?

I have been interested in martial arts since the age of 13, and have always loved sharing the things I have learned, so teaching for me was a simple step to take. Verve Karate was born out of a few of

my friends and family, wanting me to teach them and their kids, so the club began in a squash court at Breckland Leisure Center with one class a week and 4 students. From this we have now grown massively to offering at least 5 sessions a week and a lot more families and individuals training with us.

What kind of personality or company culture do you most appreciate in your work environment?

We have a family-oriented vibe and that is what Verve has been built on, a family feel, whilst being fun but also competitive and encouraging.

How would friends and acquaintances describe you?

Sarcastic and proud of it!

What are you most proud of accomplishing?

I love how far Verve has come since we started, I am lucky to have an amazing team of assistant instructors and senior grades that help me every single week, and our admin and safeguarding team, that look after every aspect of the club.

What would you do differently if you had a chance?

Regret is a useless emotion; there is nothing that I would change.

What are the most important things you’ve learned in life?

Being happy in what you do is a massive part of life, and I am privileged to teach Martial arts, this drives me to work hard at my goals, and never take the people around me for granted.

Describe a scene of your vision for the future. is someone you admire, and why?

More classes, more opportunities for my team and potentially one day our own full-time Dojo.

If you could be anywhere other than here, right this minute, where would you be? (Don’t overthink it!)

I spend every day with my family or teaching at Verve, there is nowhere else I would rather be.

What’s a goal you have for yourself that you want to accomplish in the next year?

I am currently working towards my 4th Degree Black belt test in May this year, I like to push myself and have goals to work towards, I think if I pass this one then next up will be a go at competing again while I can. Earlier this year several of our team were selected to represent one of the Great Britain Martial arts squads, and compete in the European games in August this year. My youngest son being one of them, so me coaching the squad to be at their best for this is also a priority for me.

What are some causes you care about?

Gt Ormond street children’s Hospital is a cause that me my family and friends have all worked to raise funds for. They looked after my older brother from birth till he was 18, Gav passed away in 2013 and we have since launched a fund in his memory that directly goes to Gt. Ormond St.

Photograph courtesy of Lex Spedding Photography

‘Seraphina B’

Photography by Martin Angus

Neurodiversity

Reflecting on a life of personal experiences and discovery.

Written by Seraphina B

Ifeel it’s time you got to know me a bit! So this is a bit of a personal post. Maybe you will relate, maybe it will help or maybe it will just pass you by! Whichever it is I would like to share some experiences.

Being Neurodiverse, and other things on top of that, things can be a bit interesting to find out what and how things work for me! I like routines and structure, really not too great with change, whilst struggle to implement them and hate them at the same time. Part of me (ASC side) loves the routines and structures and the logic, the ADHD side likes to be more quick and off the mark, and spontaneous, though if I do do this I usually regret it and can become wiped out.

My brain can go ten to the dozen all the time and can see the pros and cons of everything and usually see things many others wont see (this can be a curse and a blessing) as can cause anxiety or overthinking to an extreme or none at all. Or it can be very cautious and slow or almost frozen. Which in turn can also mean I talk for England as it were, or I am silent. It will zip here and there and everywhere so good luck with keeping up in conversation at times! I can jump topic and just

assume you know what I am on about and where I am. My friends usually get this and it is ok, but many others can get lost. I will also have to say what is in my head, or hold on to that (then miss conversation) and then say it!

I can be as blunt as anything and I have to have logic, I really do not like illogical things – however I do love my faeries and fantasy stories! The bluntness however is not rudeness, I never want or mean to be rude at all, and my passion for things I have been told can come across as too much or aggressive when really it is just me being passionate. The bluntness is more of a caring thing and often is something that Neurodiverse people have – this is simply because to us truth is loving and kind and makes sense, also because we often will take account of everything often can feel that this needs to be pointed out in order to try help. If you talk about an issue I will try to find solutions etc, if you just want me to listen it is best to tell me, otherwise I will automatically go in to this. Over the years I have learnt to mask and not be so blunt with things but it is hard, so often I sit there biting my tongue wanting to scream but this makes no sense! I can and will and have pointed out in quite

a way to people that have something very wrong. I was in a meeting once and someone said that HIV could be caught just be being near the person and they had got this on Tiktok, I very bluntly told them that they should check facts and not talk s@@t from tiktok if do not know about a topic and they have not checked and that is stupid and dangerous to do so, as can be misleading. As you can imagine this did not go down well.

So many women will get diagnosed in life either through their own child’s diagnosis or a life event which is too big to camouflage. Well I’ve had a few of those!

When I was a child it would always be at big life changes and sometimes even small that the challenges would arise. Back then I didn’t know I was Neurodivergent so people just thought me weird. When I went to college that was a massive struggle for me as you go from having a fairly structured day, to not. Everything is new, all the people and surroundings are new, not to mention the size of the place! I remember sitting there having no clue as to how to interact and if I did I would often get peculiar looks (I would often say whatever was in my head).

At lunchtime I would often sit alone, and try find a quiet place in which to stay regulated I guess! One girl said to me just make an effort, it’s not hard. But omg for me it was it so so so was! I just didn’t get how I was meant to be and so often would just sit alone. I didn’t get the faces, their meanings or how people or why they were that way. I didn’t get why I got the odd looks when I would say what I thought or tried to explain some of my ‘odd’ ideas. Up until this point I had pretty much been with the same people day in day out, so this was so daunting for myself. It had been easier to camouflage with them, or they just knew me and got me.

Friendships, well always struggled with those and in all honesty I never felt like I belonged, ever. Still

can struggle. I feel like an outsider always looking in wondering what I am meant to do or why are people looking at me however they are.

I can talk like no tomorrow or be silent as a cucumber! Quite often people will be I really like how you say things, how you feel and that you are direct with things. That is ok for a while, then they seem to get that this is a trait of mine that stays then will disappear.

At uni I was diagnosed with Dyslexia, this was only because practical wise I was flying yet essay wise failing amazingly! I found it upsetting when people were unjust and unfair and I could just melt down and the pain I felt would really last. I had always been like that, especially if people let me down. In my report looking at it now you can see the traits of the ADHD and Autism.

Often for a neurodivergent we can really feel things, and can hit us hard, and isn’t just a case of get over it. It can be difficult to understand own feelings (yet can be very empathetic). This is something called Alexithymia (you experience feelings, but unable to give them a name). But what that can mean is when an event happens we may feel the sensations and such but not be able to distinguish what feeling that is. In turn we get overwhelmed and the pain can become almost physical (well for me anyway) because just cannot make sense of all that is going on. It can be easier to ask what sensations is going on for the person rather than what are you feeling? For me this recently made a massive difference for me to help me get to the bottom of some things. No one had ever asked me that before, it was always how did that feel? That must have felt x, y, z. Instead this person asked me what was your first thought, and what sensations did you have, if any?

A neurodivergent tend to have high affective empathy and low cognitive empathy. Empathy is a two-dimensional emotion. Cognitive level—

recognising and understanding another’s mental state. Affective or emotional level—feeling the emotions of others.

High sensitivity, or scientifically known as neurosensitivity, is a fundamental personality trait based on the sensitivity of the central nervous system. According to the paper ‘Highly (neuro) sensitive employees: Wimps or Prodigies’, state that highly (neuro)sensitive or highly sensitive persons have an increased responsiveness to psychological and sensory stimuli, to which they react with stronger emotions. So this may also explain why shut downs and melt downs can also happen due to the overwhelming of all of this.

Then of course came adulthood! Wow! Well I jumped from thing to thing not knowing who or what I was/ am. I would mask and hide and copy people to fit in. Not knowing this would later cause a massive burn out. I believe transitioning to adulthood difficult, can be partly because of others perceptions of Neurodiversity and how they have helped to hinder/ help the person and also the expectations of life and the continual changes (which as an Autistic can be very hard to deal with) and the lack of support in the systems such as schools etc to help people transition into these times. Also research suggests that due to hormonal changes and such effect a Neurodiverse individual different to someone who is NeuroTypical. So for example someone with ADHD may find when pregnant and for the first year finds life easier than many others, are able to organise and get things done more efficiently and feel generally good. This is because of the progesterone and Oestrogen levels. However after the first year this then changes hugely and can be when more symptoms can and will appear or worsen.

I also think that many see it as a deficit, that they will pity or feel sorry for that person, that they wont

fully believe they can do a great deal, that they can’t possibly be happy. I know of several Autistics who are non-verbal and yet are some of the happiest I know. It is what they are used to but yet by putting your own expectations on I feel it can sometimes hinder. I feel like people look at it like it is a deficit instead of looking at it as how they can help that person harness their ND, to find their uniqueness and what works for them and put their own views on how their lives should be because of being NT. So they assume or can assume that that person isn’t happy because it does not meet their standards. If you can teach anyone, especially those with a Neurodiversity to accept themselves, to love themselves, to help them learn through their interests and how to use their own brain to their own advantage rather than teaching they need to change etc and have society accept the differences just imagine the impact that could have! I realise this can not always be easy but as they say never judge a book by its cover or your own standards.

I have had many a bad relationship, extremely bad but if you are neurodivergent studies show that autistic/disabled people may be up to three times as likely to experience bullying, emotional, physical or sexual abuse. And C/PTSD prevalence of 32-40% in Autistics. I also feel this is because we will take people at face value, we take what you say to be literal (well some) and so will not always pick up when someone is manipulating or lying. Through in the mix of struggling to understand facial expressions plus more it makes it oh so very challenging.

However it was the impact of COVID plus one hell of another event it got to the point I could not camouflage and change in family life also. That’s when I was diagnosed with ADHD and Autism. I was shutting down, I was so emotional (tho have always been told over sensitive etc)! Unable to focus any longer at all (tho before all this it was never

great)! Felt frozen, would be frozen! I knew I had to do things, but I would just stare not being able to know how or what to do. I have never felt so much like an alien. Things even more so now had to be a specific or done in a specific way.

When I went to groups people would stare as I could no longer mask to stop my little noises (I can occasionally just sing, hum or say some random thing in my head) or just saying what I thought and interrupting. If things got cancelled last minute I just could not cope. I couldn’t even figure how to make a cup of coffee. My black and white thinking became even more so and so that made communicating even harder. I realise this can sound a bit lie a mental break down, but it honestly wasn’t. Nothing helped. It wasn’t until I was diagnosed that things fell in to place and started making sense. The medication for ADHD helped stop or lower the Anxiety and I had never had that before (don’t let me start on the amount of things I have been mis-diagnosed with)!

However the bonus to being diagnosed is I get why things were like they were, why I can be how I am. I have researched the neuro science and found this is another passion and Sensory Integration. I can talk your ear off on it! I can find it odd at times realising that how my brain can be/think is not how others will, and kind of surprises me, as I am ohhhh so your brain doesn’t do that!? So like someone may mention something about Sharks and then I will have to look that up along with other things, or watching a film and has a breed of goat mentioned, I then will have to take a look and google it and find how they are and where – btw Mountain goat feet are amazing! I don’t and won’t stay still when watching a film, I will ask questions also and pause frequently – so don’t watch a film with me! Lol. There are times when I feel sad and upset that ok I managed ok in life but there have been so many challenges for me, and I think had I known earlier, had I had the support, had I understood

my own brain then maybe just maybe life would be so different for me and I would not have had to go through some of the horrors that I have.

What do I want to do next? Well I have many a dreams and aspirations (the wonder of a ND brain means I will research any passion I have until I really know it)! However what I really want to do and I feel is where and what I should be doing is to be assisting others to help with Neurodiversity and Sensory Integration, to help employers, schools, people, social services etc to be able to understand, to help people find ways to cope so they do not have to navigate the same obstacles alone. I want to be able to host workshops for free (or minimal amount) in order to help promote and support environments that are inclusive and understanding in society for Autistics and Neurodivergent so that they and their families may blossom and not wither. I would love to set up support groups for adults, and indeed Neurodivergent Parents – I have not come across any support for this as of yet locally. It is a challenge parenting but to be a ND parent, that is a whole other kettle of fish!

This article has been to cover some challenges but trust me there are also soooo many positives to being Neurodiverse, but I feel this can wait for another time!

So wish me luck on my adventure as I will be applying for a uni course to help me achieve my dream to support others with Autism. So I guess wait and see and I can let you know how I get on….. the next challenge will be the funding! But you know apply first and go from there, right!?!

Friends? Well the ones I have get me, others after a month or so they tend to disappear after stating they like my bluntness but clearly they don’t! Oh hang on....I’ve over shared, another wonderful Neurodivergent trait!

Photography by Martin Angus

The Secret Ingredient

A Spooky work of fiction, inspired by the History of Thetford

Written by Liz Gibbons

The October Beer Festival was fast approaching and Mark Haverhill was feeling uninspired for the new ale they would release. He stared at the fridge that held the eight magnets with the microbrewery’s beer labels on. Each year he and his brother introduced a new flavour with a theme but this year, the inspiration was just not there.

To make matters worse, his wife Kathy, had asked him to sleep in the spare room while he dealt with his insomnia. Apparently, he was turning every few minutes and would expel frustrated sighs. Failing to sleep, he would leave the house around 4am and head to the brewery. He felt exhausted but he knew the process like the back of his hand and was actually making additional barrels as a result of his early starts.

He tore his gaze away from the fridge and looked about him. The microbrewery’s white washed walls seemed to glow and at the far end, where the stainless-steel vessels stood, like proud sentinels, the brewery logo looked down over the room. The thick dark letters were stencilled onto a waving

banner, proudly proclaiming the title of their beer kingdom:

‘Oats-Hyll Beer Co.’

Mark remembered when he and his brother David had created the brand name. It was derived directly from their surname. In Old English, Haver meant Oats and Hill used to be spelt hyll with a y. It delighted them that the name was ancient, it sounded long established and had a sense of legacy about it. They had spent most of their teen years brewing beer in their parent’s shed in the back garden. Every day they would think of new flavours, experiment, make-up accompanying names and a story to attach to the beer. They would bottle them up and handwrite the carefully constructed sentences of a little tale. ‘Dragon’s Breath’ had been one of the favourites. It had a little kick of heat from homegrown chillies from their father’s allotment. Making up that story had been so easy. Ideas had flowed into their heads like a river of rich amber ale but now… Mark smiled sadly at the memory. Just as he let out a big resigned sigh, his

brother walked in.

“That good eh?”

“Yeah. Still no ideas. You?”

“No, and I’m swamped at work at the moment. No time to think about anything else.”

Mark felt his shoulders sag.

“Look, you’ve been doing so much here lately. Why not have a night off? In fact -” David whipped out a leaflet from his pocket in a flourish. “Why not go along to this? It might inspire you.”

Mark looked down at the proffered leaflet. “A Ghost Walk?”

“Yeah. Maybe we need to stop looking for a flavour and just find a new story.”

Mark nodded, it was worth a go, he thought. That night, as he ate dinner with his family, he felt a little better. Maybe tonight would prove fruitful. Kissing Kathy and the twins goodbye, he left the house at 8:30pm and walked into town.

There were six in the little tour group and funnily enough they started on the street where the old brewery stood. It was a huge flint two-storied building that stretched far back from the street. Mark knew it had been a big name back in the day and was the start of a big industry for the town. It had started back in 1600 and something. He used to know the exact date but it evaded his memory. Turning and facing down the street he could just spy the old Oast House that would have supplied the grain. Just the other side of there, was the river, once considered to have healing waters, where people would visit and take the plunge to cure ailments. Unbidden, his memory also supplied that there used to be a ducking stool by the little humped bridges. So, the water had not proved to be good for everyone…

As he turned back, he realised the tour guide had arrived. A sinister figure in the night, dark cloaked, holding a battery powered flickering lantern. Lowering their dark hood with a flourish, they revealed dramatic wide staring eyes and long

blonde hair.

“Welcome one and all, as we begin our 13th Ghost Walk of the year.”

The tour guide, Hollie, was enthusiastic and very knowledgeable about the history of the town and the spooky tales. Apparently, there were so many ghost stories in town that they had to alternate between them, “Lest some of the spirits are forgotten and become angered,” joked Hollie. The group had tittered at this.

The walk went on for two hours and Mark, although interested, had not experienced any story to give him that long awaited lightbulb moment.

“And this is our final destination, The Priory, or what is left of it thanks to a certain King. Funnily enough, we began on the street where the old brewery still stands and we happen to end at one. Now, you may be surprised to know, that this site was in fact, our little town’s first brewery. The monks brewed ale here in the 13th century and it had a certain renown. It was said that one of the monks had discovered something, an ingredient, a secret ingredient that would be added to the beer. To this day, no one knows what it was, but there are accounts of people travelling for tens and hundreds of miles just to secure a barrel or at the very least sample a flagon of this famous ale.” Mark’s ears had definitely pricked up at this. What a perfect story! He was surprised he had not heard of it before. He focused his full attention back on Hollie’s tale.

“Now unfortunately, not all the monks were pleased with the beer’s fame. Whether it was jealousy or considered a distraction from God, some plotted to murder the ale monk. One dark night, they got him drunk on his own beer, ushered him into a corner and stabbed him through the heart.”

A few gasps sounded from the crowd. Hollie paused, before continuing.

“Now, you will notice that our Priory stands in ruins

and that where we stand is the only intact corner and archway. They say that it will never crumble away because it is protected. Protected by the ghost of the monk that haunts this place still. For this is the very spot where the grisly murder took place.”

She had been leaning in and now she stood back from them.

“Out of all our haunting tales tonight, this is the one where there have been the most sightings. Sightings of the murdered monk himself. Perhaps people go looking for him, seeking him out, to ask him, to beg of him, what was the secret ingredient?”

The guide brought the evening to a close. There was a loud round of applause and notes and coins were handed over. Then the little group started to drift away, chattering excitedly about the evening but most of all, about the murdered monk and his secret. Mark was left behind. He just stood there, his eyes slightly unfocused on the spot, where supposedly, the monk had met his grisly demise. Without meaning to, he started to walk forwards, his hand reaching out. He lay the palm of his hand on the cold stone and closed his eyes, just for a moment. His mind went blank but nothing happened. It was just cold. He did not know how long he stood there for but when he opened his eyes, he suddenly realised how late it was and the fact that he was all alone. He quickly drew out his mobile from his pocket and texted Kathy to say he was on his way home now.

That night, for the first time in a long time, Mark slept well. Then, inexplicably at 3am, his eyes shot open. Unseeing, still dreaming, he clambered out of bed. His body ran warm and his pyjamas clung a little to his skin. Silently his bare feet padded automatically down the stairs. He grabbed something from the side table and placed it in his pocket.

Reaching the back door, he slipped on some

wellies that had been left from gardening the other day and left the house. The early morning was dark and chill but his body did not react. His booted feet kept resolutely marching forwards. Mark walked down the winding streets and roads. Nothing noticed him, it was just him and the stillness. Like time had frozen, encapsuling a moment.

After a few minutes, tall silhouettes of trees loomed overhead and then he was walking through the forest. His feet came to a halt a few meters in and his hand felt the knobbly trunk of a tree. He altered direction slightly and then, in long measured strides, began to pace forwards. Mark came to a stop, very near the centre of the woods, where an ancient oak tree stood. It was hundreds and hundreds of years old; a giant in the forest, King of the Woods.

Mark sank to his knees as if in reverence. His striped pyjamas were soon covered in damp dark earth. Using his hands, he started to dig. The ground was hard work to start with, but he gritted his teeth and dug. Around the roots of the tree the earth was looser and almost warm. After a few minutes a scent filled his nostrils. Something potent, strong and earthy. He reached in and plucked them out, one after the other. Lifting the bottom hem of his pyjama jacket, he made a little hammock and quickly filled it with the treasure from the earth.

He found himself leaving the woods and walking familiar roads. Soon he reached the factory unit where the microbrewery resided. Careful not to drop the contents bundled in his pyjama jacket, he retrieved the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.

He awoke much later to his brother crouching over him, shaking him awake.

“Hey! Mark. What happened?”

“Wha-”

Mark found himself curled up on the cold floor of the brewery. He felt groggy and dazed. He went

to wipe a hand over his face and then stopped. He looked down and found himself smudged and dirty, still in his pyjamas.

“I think you walked in your sleep last night. Kathy called me this morning in a panic. I’ll message her and let her know that I’ve found you. She’s been fraught.”

After a quick text David slipped his phone away and helped his brother up.

“What did you do last night? Go to an allotment?”

Mark was guided over to a chair. “I have no idea.” His brother walked over to the counter to make Mark a restorative mug of tea. As he filled the kettle, he noticed the sink had bits of stone and earth residue. Whilst the kettle was boiling, he asked, “What can you remember from last night?”

“I had dinner with Kathy and the kids and I went on the Ghost Walk.” He looked up at David, his eyes alight. “There was this great story about a monk that brewed ale at the Priory and he had a secret ingredient.” He frowned. “He was murdered and the secret was lost. That was right at the end of the tour.”

The kettle clicked and David went and made the tea. Handing it to Mark, who took a grateful sip of the scolding liquid before continuing.

“Then I –” He remembered his hand reaching out and touching the stone. He took another swig of tea.

“Then?” David prompted.

“Then I went home and went to bed. Next thing I know I woke up here.”

His brother waited. “Nothing else?”

Mark shook his head, not making eye contact. They were silent for a while and then David asked, “So tell me more about this monk then.”

Mark told him, he could feel his imagination sparking.

His brother beamed at him, “That’s perfect! Do you have any ideas of what it could be? The secret ingredient?”

Mark shook his head, “No idea, no one knows.”

Even as he said it, it did not feel completely true. “That’s a shame. Well, you certainly did something last night.” He regarded the computer screen, “Well, at 4am this morning.”

Mark frowned, “What do you mean?”

“It says the fermentation vessel liquid level went up, instead of down.”

“That’s impossible, the yeast eats the sugars, that means the liquid level decreases.”

His brother laughed. “I do know how it works Mark. I’ve been at this as long as you have. But it suggests something was added, doesn’t it?” He laughed then. “Maybe you found it? The monk’s secret ingredient.”

Mark drank more of his tea, wracking his brains. What had he done last night? What had he added to the fermentation tank?

“I think -” His brother interrupted his thoughts. “We risk it. Leave that one well alone and we use the spare vessel. That way we can then have a sample of what you made.”

Mark found himself nodding though he was full of doubts.

Two weeks later, Oats-Hyll Beer Co. released a small batch of their newest special edition ale. It was the star of the show, everyone wanted some. They decided to call it ‘The Monk’s Secret’ which seemed an apt name. The ale was dark amber in colour with rich copper highlights. Although it had a very strong scent, the truffles flavouring was made more subtle thanks to the ale’s hoppy, earthy taste. To this day Mark cannot remember what he did on the night of the Ghost Walk but maybe he really did find it. The monk’s secret ingredient, truffles, buried in the tangled roots of an ancient oak tree.

Author’s Note: After writing the factual microbrewery article for the first issue of the magazine I felt really inspired to write a fictional story. Thetford is such an inspirational place to

write about as there is so much history here and I feel that I am discovering more of it all the time.

The Monk: In 1248 the Prior was a man named

Stephen who invited his two brothers to join him in Thetford. They drank to excess; Stephen ignored his religious duties and made the Priory into a place of ill repute. Although he was reprimanded for his behaviour it went ignored and as a result Stephen was then murdered by a local monk.

The Old Brewery Building: In 1710, a family run business Bidwell’s Brewery, was established. It thrived and expanded over the coming years but was finally sold to Bullard’s in 1924, brewing ceased in the same year. The Old Market Street flint brewery building still stands today, just on the outskirts of the town centre.

The Rivers: In the 1800s it was believed that Thetford’s waters and natural spring had healing properties and a spa was built for people to visit.

Ghost Walk: I have yet to attend one of the local Ghost Walks around town but it’s on my list.

Fungi: Over the past couple of years, I have really got into fungi photography and have also started researching them. We are lucky to have such a range in Norfolk, though I have yet to discover a truffle. I did have to check that there is such a thing as truffle flavoured beer and was delighted to learn that it does exist.

Witches: As one of our writing group tasks one year, I researched locally about Norfolk witches for my witch script. Thetford Guildhall played host to the Assizes and there were some cases of people being accused of witchcraft. They were either transported to Bury St Edmunds or in some cases, were hanged in Thetford. (I believe at the bottom of the castle earthworks.) Ancient House Museum also sent me some information about the ducking stool that the town had.