Saturday, 26 November 2022

The Dying Day











On from the back catalogue today, from 1/12/2004 (that's UK style date!)

The Dying Day

The death inside, dying slowly by degree
Reaching out in darkness to once more see
The joy of times past, of happy days lost
Instead is weariness and despair; a cost
That is the price we pay, beset by doom
Within the icy cold and darkening gloom.
Now is truly the Winter of our discontent
Falling into the night, a relentless descent
Until once more there may come the Spring
And hope in wings comes to soar and sing.

Friday, 25 November 2022

The Victorian 1979: David Ogilvie Bennett




Victorians, here there and everywhere from “The Victorian, 1979”
Collated by “Dixie” Landick

When a team of present-day Victorians was packing the last edition of this magazine in readiness for posting to you, the Editor agreed to my request that a copy of a letter should be inserted in each “Victorian” being sent ‘to an address outside Jersey. The letter asked for news of overseas O.V.s and the response has been most encouraging.

The first selection of those replies is published in this issue and others are lined up for the Summer 1980 edition. Nevertheless, many more replies are eagerly awaited and although readers will note that we certainly have news of “O.V.s There and Every- where”, the request for news of O.V.s here in Jersey is equally important and made again herewith! Please write. This edition’s notes are not arranged in any particular order, except for the first letter. and I am sure no O.V. will dispute its pride of place. L.A.L.

Our first letter comes from Lt.-Colonel Ogilvie David Bennett (Indian Army, retd.), who is 94, repeat ninety- four, years of age. It was indeed a great thrill to receive Colonel Bennett’s letter, written in his own hand. This very senior and distinguished O.V. entered College in 1895. Whilst at V.C.J., he won the Medal for Modern Languages and left in 1902 to enter Sandhurst. For his last two years at College he had been Captain of Cricket. He went to India in 1903 and was soon posted to the 26th Punjabis. Colonel Bennett served for a total, of 21 years on the North West Frontier. He writes . . .

“In 1908 I joined the Khyber Rifles, my chief duty consisting of shepherding caravans and travellers safely through the 20-mile Khyber Pass. The men of the Khyber Rifles were all wild Transborder Pathans, enlisted from the very same frontier tribes who carried out the raids on caravans and travellers. We operated on the principle of ‘set a thief to catch a thief‘! Later I was given command of the Mohmand Militia, consisting 'of 1500 wild Transborder Mohmands. With my knowledge of their language (Pushtu), I never found any difficulty in controlling these wild men with the help of five British officers under me.”

“The tricky time was during the First World War. In those days, the Transborder value of a rifle was 1,000 Rupees, so the temptation for a man to skip off with his rifle across the Border. a mile away, was intense. Every night the Governor of the N.W.F. used to phone me: ‘Well, Bennett, how many deserters now?’ My invariable answer was ‘None, Sir’, until at long last three men went off with their rifles and effectively blotted my copybook!”

“In 1927 I was given command of the 15th Punjab Regiment and finally retired on pension in 1933 “

Colonel Bennett concludes his letter by apologising for his handwriting. I can assure him and all readers of these notes that his handwriting is still a model of neatness and legibility and that my colleagues on the teaching staff would be delighted if all present-day Victorians could produce a script of such quality! We all join in wishing him continued good health and many more years of happy retirement at his residence in Hastings.

Tony's Supplement

I've done some digging around, and found out more about this old soldier and his life.

Ogilvie David Bennett was born on 10 June 1885 in West Bengal, India, his father, John, was 45 and his mother, Sophia, was 30. He married Audrey Elizabeth Ferrier Grant and they had three children together. He then married Dorothy Elizabeth Mary Burder on 6 September 1945 in Taunton, Somerset.. He died on 14 June 1987 in Tilshead, Wiltshire, at the age of 102.

Born 10 Jun 1885, Rawal Pinder, Bengal, India
Died Jun 1987, Noads House, Tilshead, Wiltshire, England

College Register: 2526 Bennett, Ogilvie David is the son of Dr J Bennett, Beau Desert. Brother of 2604,2732. Gained Modern Language Medal. Left 1902. Entered Sandhurst and Indian Army (26th Punjabis). In the Great War he served in Mohmand Militia (Kyber Rifles) as Major. Indian Army 1918. Second in Command, 2nd Battalion, 15th Punjab Regiment. Address: Lloyd’s Bank, King’s Branch, Bombay.

Brother of Alexander Dumaresq Bennett, John Edgar Bennett and Gwendolin Bennett

He married Audrey Elizabeth Ferrier Grant (born on 1 Nov 1897 in Abbottabad, Bengal, India), daughter of Sir Alfred Hamilton Grant of Dalvey, 12th Battalion on 1 November 1920.1 She died on 28 February 1938 at age 40.

Sunday, 20 November 2022

A Generous Soul - Part 3

John Watson (3 November 1850 – 6 May 1907), was a minister of the Free Church of Scotland. He is remembered as an author of fiction, known by his pen name Ian Maclaren. I'm currently reading his short story collection "St Jude", but am also fascinated by his life. Here was a man who stood out against a narrowness in his creed, and who was indeed "a generous soul".


The Life of The Rev. John Watson, D.D. "Ian Maclaren"
A Generous Soul
By W. Robertson Nicoll


WHEN a Scotch divinity student concludes his course, he is examined by his Presbytery and licensed to preach. If he is popular he is soon called by a vacant congregation, and after that he is ordained and settled in a charge. The intervening period is trying enough to many. Men have been " probationers," licensed to preach, but not called to a particular parish for as many as twenty years. Some have never been called, and these are described as " stickit ministers."

The three months which Watson spent as assistant at the Barclay Church were the most miserable period of his whole life. The pulpit nearly lost him for the Bar. As assistant he said :

“I was reserved for the work of visiting elderly ladies and trying to bring young men into Church who did not attend. On rare occasions I was allowed to enter the pulpit. The crisis in my life came when on a Friday I was told my chief was suffering from a sore throat, and that I should have to prepare to preach the following Sunday. What should I do? I had usually consumed two weeks in pre- paring a sermon from Hodge. As I had recently lost my mother the miracle of Nain appealed to me, and I preached about a man's relation to his mother. I know it was real, for I felt what I said. But my chief told me he had had a bad report of me for I did not preach conversion.”

Saturday, 19 November 2022

The Promenade in November




A cold winter's day in November, strolling along the promenade in St Brelade's Bay - that's the theme of today's poem.

The Promenade in November

Come, winds, rain, gales, come
And branches beating like a drum
Deckchairs all gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin.
Now is the rising of the tide
November cannot be denied
Come, winds, rain, gales, come
And branches beating like a drum

My large umbrella is no shield
As to the gusty gales yield
Seasonal birds have long flown
As the salty spray is thrown
Breaking on the sands so near
Beneath November moon appear
Where rising tides and raging sea
Tourists long ago did flee

Come, winds, rain, gales, come
And branches beating like a drum
I walk the promenade in day
But I am nearly blown away
Find shelter, respite, now at last
No fishermen their lines to cast
Spray and waters high do soar
Waves engulf the sandy shore

Darkening skies: my fingers numb
With lashing rain, a beat, a thrum
As winter weather does begin
And lunar currents long may win
Rising of the moonlit tide
Summer surely now has died
Come, winds, rain, gales, come
And branches beating like a drum

Friday, 18 November 2022

The Victorian, 1979: Francis Edward Lewis, BEM retires/



Here's a piece from 1979. I too remember Frank Lewis, standing outside the main entrance to the Victoria College building, ringing his bell early morning as a call to go for registration. In those days, during summer holidays, parents with children at College, could take their children (and any siblings whether at College or elsewhere) and sometimes use the swimming pool at College. This was all kept under control beneath the eagle eye of Mr Lewis, and the cost was several large packets of cigarettes! One other fact: when the gargoyles, which had long worn out, on the top of the main College building were replaced, if I remember Frank was featured as the inspiration for one!

The Victorian, 1979: Francis Edward Lewis, BEM retires
By Brian Clarke


When Frank Lewis was awarded the British Empire ‘Medal in the New Year Honours List in 1975, he remarked in typical fashion, “I don’t know why they had to give me this; I’ve only done what was expected of me” However. many of us know that he wears his ribbon on his uniform with pride, for in his estimation, the award brought honour to Victoria College and not to him.

F. E. Lewis was appointed College Porter in December 1942, replacing F. R. Crumpton who had served since 1905. His early years were difficult ones. The effect of the war on the life and work of the College had made its mark, and the Porter had to be resourceful to meet the daily needs of the school with ever dwindling supplies. I have heard him referred to as a jackdaw, and I am convinced that those years taught him to store away anything remotely useful.

On May 9th, 1945, together with R. J. Nicolle, he hoisted the victory flags on the towers of the College. A new period in the history of Victoria College was about to begin. The Acting Headmaster, Pat Tatam, retired, and Frank Lewis was ready to serve two Headmasters and three decades of Victorians. During that time he has given unstintingly of himself, well beyond the normal call of duty, and his loyalty and devotion have made a lasting impression on staff and boys alike. The old boys may have difficulty in recalling the name of their French master in Year 3, but they all remember the little man who chased them up the stairs to Assembly.

I first recollect seeing him pacing the terrace and ringing the school bell. One glare from him was enough to produce a final spurt from me to be in prayers before the bell stopped ringing. How glad I was, when I did arrive late, to have the cast-iron excuse of having come by bus from the far west of the Island. Yet, beneath the stern exterior, he concealed a care and concern for each one of us, knowing us all by name, fully aware of our special abilities in the classroom or on the sports field, and always the first to know of our misdemeanours.

How convincingly he conveyed his sense of disappointment when we were in “Book”; how shamed we were to have let down our parents, the Headmaster, the College — and him!

As a boy, I remember that Frank Lewis was always everywhere. He found time to do everything and never missed a conceit or a football match, a prefects’ dance or a terminal service. And he invariably arrived first when there was a riot in a classroom. There are many members of staff who have reason to be grateful to him for restoring law and order while they drank their second cup of coffee after the break-time bell had rung.

However, it is during the latter years that I have discovered how much there is to Frank Lewis. He welcomed me warmly when I returned to the Island and joined the staff, but soon made me feel guilty if I did something he did not approve of. In fact, he has frightened most of my colleagues at some time or other, and has never failed to be critical of attitudes or methods which ran counter to the good traditions of Victoria College.

Nevertheless, to us all, he has proved to be an ever willing helper, and there can be no job in the College that he has not undertaken himself. He is equally happy stoking a boiler or arranging flowers, clearing out drains or building stage scenery, judging a diving competition or welcoming guests to the school.

He recalls many of the distinguished visitors to whom he has been presented, and amongst them are Her Majesty the Queen, His Royal Highness the Prince Philip, Her Royal Highness the Princess Anne and the late Lord Mountbatten of Burma. The College has provided him with a store of memories, but it is the many friends which he has made which he values most.

As one accompanies him in St. Helier, one soon discovers that he knows and is respected by people from every walk in life.

We shall miss him when he retires as Head Porter this term. I believe he will miss us. The main consolation is that he will continue in part-time employment as night porter, and retain a very real contact with boys, staff, parents and OVs. In days to come, I like to think that I may be able to creep into College on my way back from C.C.F. Camp at 6.15 am. without being discovered and told “What do you think you’re doing here at this hour of the day?” Perhaps I may be able to work in my study rather later than usual without being pointedly asked, “Haven’t you got a wife and children to go home to?”

However, I doubt if I shall be allowed to do even this, for Frank will certainly continue to keep a fatherly eye on the College and its inhabitants, and little will take place without his knowledge.

His contribution to the history of Victoria College in the past 37 years is unique. He has given his life to the College, and it is gratifying to know that the Education Committee, the Governors and the Headmaster have recognised this and given him the opportunity to stay on indefinitely in Cricket Field Cottage. I hope that he will enjoy many more happy years with us. ‘

B.H.V.

Postscript:

After this went out, I had a number of comments on Facebook, and here are a few.


Kurt Ludwigs

I met Frank Lewis in my year as a German Assistant from September 1977 to July 1978. I remember him as a very polite person who always welcomed me with the words: "Guten Tag, mein Herr." In that year I had the privilege of accompanying Dixie Landick with some Evening Classes in Victoria College, and Frank Lewis always turned up before and after the classes - to have a quiet smoke with Dixie and me and to share one of Dixie's numerous stories. Dixie and Frank Lewis got on very well, in a way they seemed to represent the spirit of the college. When I left in July 1978 I was fully aware of the fact that I had met a truly well-respected man in Frank Lewis.

Clive:  remember the conundrum what is the difference between a weasel and a stoat? Answer a weasel is weaselly recognized while a stoat is stoatly different! Frank was a lovely man and so proud to be part of College history

Alistair: He was also a very good high board diver. An excellent coach to me when I dived and swam for the college team 69/70

Anthony: He caught us running round the back during the school photo , to see if we could get on it twice One step ahead of us !

David: Sometime in 1965, he came into one of the classrooms in the new De Carteret building with a message for Colonel Fearon. Three boys made fun of his new cap as he left the room. A couple of hours later, two of them,plus me, were summoned to Ronnie Postill’s office and received four strokes of the cane each from a furious headmaster. The next day, Frank Lewis spoke to me and apologised for the case of mistaken identity, caused by the master confusing me with another pupil. He was a very honest man.

Matt: Was terrifying being told to get your hands out of your pockets by him. He was probably in his 80s then. Used to open the school pool for my gran so she and my mum and I could go swimming on hot summer days.

George: He was at The Home for Boys as Haut de la Garrene was known at the time. He used to keep his motor scooter under the arch when it was raining.

Russell: He was very good to me. Rarely had to do any studying in "book" he would always find something for me to do and then let me off an hour early. Top man.

Bill: Frank got a bit bored after he retired and would often stop for a chat and a cup of tea at our shop at 43 Halkett Place. We had a busy racket stringing business operating from a dusty ghetto at the back of the premises and Frank quickly showed an interest in helping out. We formalised an arrangement whereby he would turn up at 10a.m. every morning and do racket repairs.
Oh how we roasted him when he was late and how he chuckled when we did. He complained that it took him 5 minutes to come down from Weasel Cottage as far as Grosvenor Street but another hour to complete the journey to Halkett Place, stopping every ten yards to converse with a spectrum of old boys .....from Bailiff to bottle washer, he had time for all.
I stood on the corner of Queen Street to witness his journey home one afternoon and, sure enough, his familiar blue suited frame zig zagged and stopped every few yards to respond to someone hailing him from amongst a crowd of shoppers.
His time with us in the shop was peppered with stories of past pupils doing stuff they should not have done. Eventually ill health overcame him and we saw him less and less. A great servant to the school and a kind man.
I miss you, good friend.

Wednesday, 16 November 2022

The New Hospital Q&A online

The question and answer session was very good last night, and the strongest answers surely came from Ian Gorst and Tom Binet. 

Lyndon Farnham attempted to criticise the Scrutiny process for the delays which meant the old Overdale project lost out on low interest rates. However, he has since lodged a proposition asking for comparison costings between new and old which itself will act as a delay. Somehow he doesn't seem to see the inconsistency in this.

Ian Gorst was very clear - firstly, the Scrutiny process is a necessary part of Government and was conducted professionally, and it is wrong for Lyndon to attack it for unnecessary delays impugning those members as purely playing political football with the hospital. Secondly, a major delay (which I don't recall being mentioned in Lyndon's attack) was the pandemic which probably did more to delay matters than anything else.

One persistent red herring was the criticism that this Government was overturning the democratic decision by the previous government. The history of the hospital project shows this keeps happening, and in fact the last government - with Lyndon as the figurehead of the new project - was rejecting the previous administration's decisions!

Ian also made a strong case for the financial situation having changed considerably since the last iteration of the hospital project. The Overdale plan - as passed by the States - no longer exists in that the States passed it based on particular financing from debt which is no longer feasible. The figures do not add up. The level of borrowing agreed would have increased considerably and therefore the States would still have to ratify the situation again. 

Indeed in his manifesto, he flagged up warnings on this:

"I am very concerned at the proposed cost and borrowing for the hospital and will work for rigorous controls on spending to ensure the project is delivered as efficiently as possible and at no more than the £800 million projected spend."

No more than the £800 million projected spend for an agreed Overdale is no longer viable. Interestingly, Lyndon does not address the cost aspect in his manifesto.

The cavalier way in which the previous administration put finances at the bottom of their agenda is also dealt with in Ian's manifesto:

"I have been a minority, often singular, voice on the Council of Ministers. Spending has increased by £200 million in the past four years, excluding Covid. That is unprecedented and unsustainable. The Island has now committed itself to £1.7 billion of debt. I have brought two propositions to reduce debt, with only partial support from the Council of Ministers."

It is clear then that far from positively assenting to the previous administrations plans - in essence, a "Trussonomics" spend and borrow approach on Overdale - he has wanted for some time to introduce better financial controls. And with freight, materials, and associated building costs rising, now is surely the time to leave a failed spend and borrow on a massive scale. We saw the results of doing that recently in the UK, and the backlash and instability was not pretty. 

As the review noted:

"When the funding model for the Our Hospital (OH) project was first revealed, Jersey was hoping for an average return on its £1bn strategic reserve fund of 4.6% (2% above the Fiscal Policy Panel’s long-term RPI assumption) over a 40 year period, and borrowing costs to be fixed at 2.5% for the duration. The financial markets environment has changed considerably, and a return to stability may not be achieved any time soon. The strategic reserve will not reach its target this year and the cost of borrowing is considerably higher."

This has not been addressed by Lyndon Farnham, and it will be interesting to see where he gets his revised figures from.

Turning to Tom - Tom Binet set out a very good case for a multiple site approach, although as Overdale moving to Les Quennevais was already on the cards and signed and sealed, that would happen anyway. Essentially it is a two site solution, and as he pointed out, construction noise at the back of the existing hospital - the Kensington road sites - would happen if it had gone ahead for housing anyway. The phased approach also means workstreams can overlap, and more local construction can be used. 

As the review noted:

- phase 1, development at Overdale to be commenced within 24 months with a 36 month programme to completion
- phase 2A, development at Kensington Place or Overdale to be commenced within 36 months with a 36 month programme to completion
- phase 2B, development at the current hospital site at Gloucester Street to be commenced within 72 months, with a 24 month programme to completion

He didn't mention, but I do remember, several large scale projects where a major contractor has gone bust. The Queen's Valley site was a notable example - a large project, delayed and with considerable loss to the public purse - when the single contracting company went bust. 

There was also an honesty to his approach. While new builds like Samares Ward could be saved, he said that it did depend on the best plans for the two site option and until that was the case, he could not make firm commitments. The road superhighway plans, and the demolition of perfectly good new houses, the destruction of the bowls club - these he could guarantee cancelled with the new proposals.

He also said that part of the problem of repeating cycles was that previous governments had gone back to scratch with a site selection process, and they had deliberately avoided that, and the significant delays that would introduce.

Not mentioned was the slurs which have been made by Lyndon Farnham who has criticised Tom as "uninformed and inexperienced.". On the contrary, Tom brings considerable business expertise from many years as a successful businessman, capable of handling finances and projects and as his manifesto notes "developing businesses in agriculture, retail/services and property.". It is in fact Lyndon - elected and in the States since 2002 - who has been inside a States "bubble" for 20 years with only marginal experience of that kind.

There were a lot of consultants and clinicians present, most of whom did seem fairly unhappy with the two site option, but relatively few nurses. In fact the one question on Slido which came from a nurse was about reforming the administrative structure which is "top heavy" with "too many chiefs and not enough Indians". I don't think Karen Wilson really addressed this at all. There was some general waffle about reviewing and reforming the administrative structure but it was a rather feeble answer.

The clinicians questions about the viability of a two site system were mainly about staffing and staffing cover and the ease of moving staff in a single site when needed. While there would be a timing delay, I am sure that the communications issue with electronic communications for logistics can address this in a way that would not have been possible, say, ten years ago. Incidentally the review did note that "some adjacency of service are absolutely essential and these will provide a ‘critical mass’ of departments that should stay together."

What they didn't address interestingly was the inefficiencies of a paper system which is still in place, with files requested and brought out by staff from an antiquated storage system in the current hospital. When I see my GP, they can see my entire health record from other doctors in the practice, online, instantly - and at different locations. 

Perhaps a push towards the 21st century by clinicians would help matters and is surely now a vital part of a two site option.

The review did note that "revisiting the scheme requirement allows consideration of future digital healthcare services delivery (such as remote monitoring and online consultations) to be incorporated into any revised proposal and thus future space requirements."

Addendum 1

"Consultant gastroenterologist David Ng was among those to speak, warning of the unintended consequences of reopening some facilities at Overdale, which he said had taken physiotherapists out of the General Hospital, adversely affected patient discharge times, leading to bed-blocking and cancelled procedures." (Bailiwick Express)

I have a great deal of respect for Dr Ng, but the reopening he is referring to must be Samares Ward, which was a decision taken by the last assembly before the election, and against the Council of Ministers - in particular Richard Renouf - because Plemont Ward - the preferred option by Deputy Renouf was not fit for purpose. 

A video which can only be described as propaganda, sought to allay fears, by using staff to present the facilities as if some were patients, and no patients appeared in it giving their views. As Andy Jehan and Steve Pallett demonstrated, the decision to use Plemont as a stroke rehabilitation centre was misguided and led to poorer outcomes for rehabilitation. A question must be asked: why did Dr Ng not mention Samares ward was the facility re-opening by name? The only answer I can see is that it would severely weaken his argument.

Sunday, 13 November 2022

A Generous Soul - Part 2



















John Watson (3 November 1850 – 6 May 1907), was a minister of the Free Church of Scotland. He is remembered as an author of fiction, known by his pen name Ian Maclaren. I'm currently reading his short story collection "St Jude", but am also fascinated by his life. Here was a man who stood out against a narrowness in his creed, and who was indeed "a generous soul".

The Life of The Rev. John Watson, D.D. "Ian Maclaren"
A Generous Soul - Part 2
By W. Robertson Nicoll


One of Watson's chief recollections of early church-going was of the ordination of a minister. It seemed to the child as if the proceedings would never come to an end, and as one minister after another mounted the pulpit and each began a new sermon, despair seized his heart. His mother, ever weaker than his father, conducted him to the door of the church and set him in the direction of home.

The father contented himself next morning with expressing his assurance that, whatever John might be fit for in after life, he had no hope whatever that he would become a minister of the Church!

A more pleasing memory was that of the solemn administration of the Lord's Supper. In the procession of the elders the child was specially interested in an old man with very white hair and a meek, reverent face.

Sometime after he was walking on the road and passed a man breaking stones. The white hair caught his attention, and he looked back and recognised the elder who had carried the cup. Full of curiosity and wonder, he told his father the strange tale. His father explained to him that the reason why the old man held so high a place in the Church was that although he was one of the poorest men in all the town, he was one of the holiest.

"Remember," said his father, "the best man that ever lived upon this earth was the poorest, for our Lord had not where to lay His head ; " and he added, James breaks stones for his living, but he knows more about God than any person I have ever met." So he learned that evening, and never departed from the faith, that the greatest thing in all the world is character, and the crown of character is holiness.

Saturday, 12 November 2022

Shorelines













Sometimes I just like to express how the sea and coastland has been always so much part of my life. Once when in Gloucester, I found myself so cut off from this source of strength and did not regain y equilibrium until I returned. I find that reading the Orkney writer George MacKay Brown, the same sense of feeling, and passion for the coastal landscape, the ever changing tides, and I suppose it must be something to do with growing up by the sea.

Shorelines

The waves upon the beach, such sounds
are joys unto my ear
It sooths my sorrows, and surrounds
and drives away my fear.

The sand, the sea, the sky, the whole
The Celtic three: and I am blessed
Along the seashore would I stroll
And afterwards will rest

Come walk with me, my dearest friend
And hear the seagulls sing
This is my path, from start to end
Like a bird upon the wing

Moonlight on sea, brings to my heart
And to my mind warm thought
Without this coast, hope would depart
And all my life be naught

To climb up the rocky crag, I came
And catching fleeting breath;
And here I found out my true name
My life from birth to death.

Friday, 11 November 2022

Cleveland Garages: 1965












Cleveland Garages
Jersey Topic, 1965

In Jersey there is one car firm whose name is synonymous with cars of high distinction backed by the best service possible. That firm is Cleveland Garages. For over 30 years they have been selling B.M.C. cars in Jersey and are the largest motor firm in the Channel Islands.



From their three branches in Jersey —Havre des Pas, David Place and Mont a I'abbe-Cleveland sell the full range of B.M.C. cars. The names roll off like a Who's Who in the Motor Industry—Morris. Wolseley, Riley, MG. and Vanden Plas. Few firms can match such an impressive array under one roof.


Chairman of Cleveland Garages, Mr. Dennis Ryan. told TOPIC “Team spirit is a prominent feature of our business life and we try to co-ordinate every facet of service and sales. By streamlining our own units we have been able to offer a much better service to our clients and to us this service is a most important thing."


To offer Jersey’s most comprehensive motoring service is indeed a proud boast but in the following pages Cleveland Garages are presenting their full range of cars, which are available to the car buyers of Jersey.



No matter what kind of person you are or what type of car you prefer the odds are heavily on Cleveland Garages having a car to suit you. And having bought from them you come under their servicing wing, with the full backing of one of the largest service and spares departments in the Channel islands.

Go, see Cleveland!





















Sunday, 6 November 2022

A Generous Soul – Part 1

John Watson (3 November 1850 – 6 May 1907), was a minister of the Free Church of Scotland. He is remembered as an author of fiction, known by his pen name Ian Maclaren. I'm currently reading his short story collection "St Jude", but am also fascinated by his life. Here was a man who stood out against a narrowness in his creed, and who was indeed "a generous soul".

The Life of The Rev. John Watson, D.D. "Ian Maclaren"
A Generous Soul
By W. Robertson Nicoll


John Watson's Roman Catholic ancestry made a factor not to be ignored in his life. He never, so far as I know, had any sympathy with the sacerdotal theory of the Latin Church ; indeed in almost the only public controversy he ever undertook he set himself to the demolition of that theory. All the same, as we shall see, the asceticism of the Roman Church had a strong fascination for him. He thoroughly believed in the sincere Christianity of Roman Catholic priests and people.

Sometimes in moments of doubt and perplexity his heart went back to the Churches where the faithful were peacefully singing the Hallelujah of the Resurrection as to a last inviolate sanctuary. He was once in a Roman Catholic church in Italy. Before the altar to the Virgin there was a woman, her lips moving devoutly in prayer. As she was making her way to' the door after ending her devotions, Watson asked her in Italian some question about the points of interest in the building. By and by the conversation turned upon the differences between the Roman Catholic and Protestant religions, especially in regard to the fact that Protestants do not address prayers to the Virgin.

" Don't you ever pray to the Mother of God? " " No," said Watson, " for it seems to me that all you find which is holy and helpful and adorable in the character of that most revered and beautiful of women, all that and infinitely more I find in her Divine Son." " Yes, sir," she said wistfully, " I understand that, but you are a man, and you do not know how a woman needs a woman to pray to." " My dear good soul," said Watson very gently, " yes, yes, I understand. I think I know something of a woman's heart, of a woman's needs. I take back all I said. Forgive it, forget it. Do not let any word of mine stand between you and your prayers to the Mother of our Lord."

On Sunday evenings in Liverpool when he had completed his hard and honourable labour he delighted in the company of Roman Catholic priests, and some of them, like Father Day and Father Castle, were among his warmest, most appreciative, and most beloved friends. Catholic mysticism always possessed for him a great and holding charm.

He could bear opposition; he could suffer to see himself despised or thrust aside if any good came of it. He used to buy things at a shop in Perth where the shopkeeper was not civil to him. He was asked why he continued to go where his custom was not wanted; and he answered that he was trying to soften that man by kindness.

Saturday, 5 November 2022

When I’m 65



A well know tune, and a well known song, or not precisely that song by the Beatles, but something quite close to it, as I celebrated a recent birthday. Nice to write something light-hearted for a change too! Occasioned by receding hair, and having recently had a tooth extraction!

When I’m 65

Now that I’m older, lost most of my hair
Mostly grey hairs left
Will you be thinking that is a sign
Birthday greetings, age by design

If I’d been out to afternoon tea
Do you think I’d come alive
When my teeth leave me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-five

I could be handy, singing the blues
When my sight has gone
A cosy old armchair by the fireside
Sunday mornings, aching backside
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who says I just skive?
When my teeth leave me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-five

Send me an email, and drop me a text
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Growing older, wasting away
Memory fading, that’s the new norm
In bed I will snore
When my teeth leave me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-five

Friday, 4 November 2022

A Busy Month for Estate Agents

A Busy Month for Estate Agents
[From Jersey Topic 1965]

This has been a very busy month for estate agents and properties have been selling extremely quickly. There appears to be a big shortage of high priced properties and indeed one agent told me that he had never known so many people trying to find properties in the £20,000 upwards range. “We seem to have run out of them" he said. .

This month I have picked out three properties that are on estate agents books and which are well worth going to see.














Rumsey a Rumsey took me to see Tranquille at Les Ruisseax Estate, St. Brelade, which is a roomy three-bedroomed bungalow occupying the bottom corner plot in this exclusive estate where prices frequently nudge the £30,000 mark. This property is being sold for £16,950.

Social and delivery services are excellent in this area and the bungalow has the attraction of being on an end plot, which is very roomy. It also has direct access to Quaisne Common and the beach.



Langlois Estate Department took me to see Bel Air, St. Saviour. a very imposing Georgian house standing in two acres of land with a semi-circular carriage drive sweeping up to the main entrance.

This house is only two miles from St. Helier but it seems so much more remote by being surrounded by agricultural land and woods. The accommodation falls into three lots. The main house has five bedrooms, two bathrooms, three large reception rooms, kitchen, scullery and maid’s room and to the rear of this there is a guest cottage with four bedrooms, bathroom and two reception rooms. In addition there is a small staff cottage with two bedrooms, living room, kitchen and bathroom.

The asking price for this magnificent property is £30,000 but aliens are invited. Although some money would have to be spent inside the main house this is one of the most reasonably priced properties to come on the market for some time. It has some fine features and its nearness to St. Helier, air of gracious living and lovely matured gardens make it even more attractive.



William Bull & Co. have a very interesting property on their books at St. John. This is a granite house dating back to 1742 which is situated in three vergees of land with five bed- rooms, two reception rooms, kitchen and bathroom. The property also includes a four bedroomed cottage, a large lake in the grounds and an approved building site included in the price of £10,500.

A great deal could be done with this property.

On my way back from seeing this property Bulls took me to Highfield Vineries, St. Saviour. We have already featured these properties but the big news is that the price has dropped by £1,000 and they are now on the market for £11,750. At this price they are worth going to see. 






Sunday, 30 October 2022

A Local Inquisition by Ian Maclaren

Rev. John Watson (3 November 1850 – 6 May 1907), known by his pen name Ian Maclaren, was a Scottish author and theologian.

In 1874 he became a minister of the Free Church of Scotland and became assistant minister of Edinburgh Barclay Church. Subsequently he was minister at Logiealmond in Perthshire and at Glasgow, and in 1880 he became minister of Sefton Park Presbyterian Church, Liverpool, from which he retired in 1905.

I've always liked this short story of his, sadly out of print, but I had an old photocopy, and transcribed it here. It pits a humane and inclusive Christianity against the kind of inflexible Calvinism that I loath. 

Universal Salvation is the subject of this story in which St Jude's. Simeon MacQuittnck — the "Inflexible and and impenetrable subject of Lowland Calvinism" subjects Carmichael to “A Local Inquisition” (the title of the story). which — treats ironically and dismissively. In contrast to Predestination, Carmichael preaches universal salvation.

When Carmichael boldly declared that the divine love embraced the human race which God had called into being, and that Christ as the Incarnate Saviour of the world had laid down his life not for a few but for the race, and that therefore there was freeness of pardon and fullness of grace for all men, and when finally he called God by the name of Father, the inquisitors sighed in unison. They looked like men who had feared the worst, and were not disappointed.

MacQuittrick challenges this position with his comment that “the end of this deceiving error. which pleases the silly heart. is Universalism — nae difference between the elect and the multitude." — Maclaren would not have thought the heart "silly“. however. and the story follows Carmichael‘s resistance to "a conscientious and thorough-going theology against “whose inhumanity and ungraciousness both his reason and his soul revolted" 

For John Watson writing as Ian Maclaren, reason and soul - mind and heart — revolt against inhuman theology. The "Life of John Watson" was subtitled "A Generous Soul", and you can see why.

It is refreshing to see this back in 1907, when the story was written. It is also full of description and character, beautifully written. Maclaren in his day was extremely popular as an author, and here you can see why.

A Local Inquisition
Ian Maclaren.

His first service in St. Jude's Church was over and Carmichael had broken upon his modest dinner with such appetite as high excitement had left; for it is a fact in the physiology of a minister that if he preaches coldly he eats voraciously, but if his soul has been at a white heat his body is lifted above food. It had been a great change from the little Kirk of Drumtochty, with its congregation of a hundred country people, to the crowd which filled every corner of the floor below and the galleries above in the city church. 

While the light would that Sunday be streaming into the Highland Kirk and lighting up the honest, healthy faces of the hearers, the gas had been lighted in St. Jude's, for the Glasgow atmosphere was gloomy outside, and when it filtered through painted windows was as darkness inside.

There is no loneliness like that of a solitary man in a crowd, and Carmichael missed the company and sympathy of his friends. This mass of city people, with their eager expression, white faces and suggestion of wealth, who turned their eyes upon him when he began to preach, and seemed to be one huge court of judgment, shadowed his imagination. They were partly his new congregation and partly a Glasgow audience, but there were only two men in the whole church he knew, and even those he had only known for a few months.

When he rose to preach, with the heavy pall of the city's smoke and the city fog encompassing the church, and the glare of the evil-smelling gas lighting up its Gothic recesses, his heart sank and for the moment he lost courage. Was it for this dreary gloom and packed mass of strange people that he had left the sunlight of the glen and the warm atmosphere of true hearts? 

There were reasons why he had judged it his duty to accept the charge of this West End Glasgow church, and selfish ambition had certainly not been one, for Carmichael was a man rather of foolish impulses than of far-seeing prudence. He had done many things suddenly which he had regretted continually, and for an instant, as he faced his new environment and before he gave out his text, he wished that by some touch of that fairy wand which we are ever desiring to set our mistakes right or to give us our impossible desires, he could be spirited away from, the city which as a countryman he always hated, back to the glen which he would ever carry in his heart.

While vain regret is threatening to disable him the people are singing with a great volume of melody :

Jerusalem as a city is compactly built together;
Unto that place the tribes go up, the tribes of God go thither:

and his mood changes. After all, the ocean is greater than any river, however picturesque and romantic it be, and no one with a susceptible soul can be indifferent to the unspoken appeal of a multitude of human beings. Old and young of all kinds and conditions, from the captains of industry whose names were famous throughout the world to the young men who had come up from remote villages to push their fortune, together with all kinds of professional men administering justice, relieving suffering, teaching knowledge, were gathered together to hear what the preacher had to say in the name of God.

His message would be quickly caught by the keen city intellect and would pass into the most varied homes and into the widest lives, and there was an opportunity of spiritual power in this city pulpit which the green wilderness could not give.

As he looked upon the sea of faces the depths of Carmichael’s nature were stirred, and when his lips were opened he had forgotten everything except the drama of humanity in its tragedy and in its comedy, and the evangel of Jesus committed into his hands. He spoke with power as one touched by the very spirit of his Master, and in the vestry the rulers of the church referred to his sermon with a gracious and encouraging note. 

He walked home through the gloomy street with a high head, and in his own room, and in a way the public might not see, he received the congratulation he valued more than anything else on earth. For Kate was proud that day of her man, and she was not slow either in praise or blame as occasion required, being through all circumstances, both dark and bright, a woman of the ancient Highland spirit. She was not to be many years by his side, and their married life was not to be without its shadows, but through the days they were together his wife stood loyally at Carmichael's right hand, and when she was taken he missed many things in his home and heart, but most of all her words of cheer, when in her honest judgment, not otherwise, he had carried himself right knightly in the lists of life.

His nerves were on edge, and although it mattered little that he was interrupted at dinner, for he knew not what he was eating, he was not anxious to see a visitor. If it were another elder come to say kind things, he must receive him courteously, but Carmichael had had enough of praise that day; and if it were a reporter desiring an interview he would assure him that he had nothing to say, and as a consolation hand him his manuscript to make up a quarter column.

But it was neither a city merchant nor a newspaper reporter who was waiting in the study; indeed, one could not have found in the city a more arresting and instructive contrast.

In the centre of the room, detached from the bookcase and the writing table, refusing the use of a chair, and despising the very sight of a couch, stood isolated and self-contained the most austere man Carmichael had ever seen, or was ever to meet in his life. He had met Calvinism in its glory among Celts, but he had only known sweet-blooded mystics like Donald Menzies or Pharisees converted into saints, like Lachlan Campbell, the two Highland elders of Drumtochty. 

It was another story to be face to face with the inflexible and impenetrable subject of Lowland Calvinism. Whether Calvinism or Catholicism be the more congenial creed for Celtic nature may be a subject of debate, but when Calvinism takes hold of a Lowland Scot of humble birth and moderate education and intense mind there is no system which can produce so uncompromising and unrelenting a partisan.

Carmichael always carried in mental photograph the appearance of Simeon MacQuittrick as he faced him that day his tall, gaunt figure, in which the bones of his body, like those of his creed, were scarcely concealed, his erect and uncompromising attitude, his carefully-brushed, well-worn clothes, his clean-shaven, hard-lined face, his iron gray hair smoothed down across his forehead, and, above all, his keen, searching, merciless gray eyes. Before Simeon spoke Carmichael knew that he was anti-pathetic, and had come to censure, and his very presence, as from the iron dungeon of his creed Simeon looked out on the young, light-hearted, optimistic minister of St. Jude's, was like a sudden withering frost upon the gay and generous blossom of spring.

"My name is Simeon MacQuittrick," began the visitor, "and I'm a hearer at St. Jude's, although I use that name under protest, considering that the calling of kirks after saints is a rag of popery, and judging that the McBriar Memorial, after a faithful Covenanter, would have been more in keeping with the principles of the pure Kirk of Scotland. But we can discuss that matter another day, and I am merely protecting my rights." As Carmichael only indicated that he had received the protest, and was willing to hear anything else he had to say, Simeon continued:

"Whether I be one of the true Israel of God or only a man who is following the chosen people like a hanger-on from the land of Egypt is known to God alone, and belongs to his secret things ; but I have been a professor of religion, and a member of the Kirk for six-and-forty years, since the fast day at Ecclefechan when that faithful servant of God, Dr. Ebenezer Howison, preached for more than two hours on the words, 'Many be called, but few are chosen " And Carmichael waited in silence for the burden of Simeon's message.

"It was my first intention," proceeded Simeon, as he fixed Carmichael with his severe gaze, "to deal wi' the sermon to which we have been listening, and which I will say plainly has not been savoury to the spiritual and understanding souls in the congregation, although I make no doubt it has pleasantly tickled the ears of the worldly. But I will pretermit the subject for the present first, because time would fail us to go into it thoroughly, and second because I am come to offer a better opportunity." Carmichael indicated without speech that Simeon should go on to the end.

"Ye will understand, Mr. Carmichael, that the congregation gathering in your Kirk is a mixed multitude, and the maist part are taken up wi' worldly gear and carnal pleasures like dinners, dancing, concerts and games ; they know neither the difference between sound doctrine and unsound, nor between the secret signs of saving faith and the outward forms of ordinary religion; as for the sovereignty of the Almighty, whereby one is elected unto light and another left unto damnation, whilk is the very heart o' religion, they know and care nothing.”

"Gin the Lord has indeed given ye a true commission and ye have been ordained not by the layin' on o' hands, whilk I judge to be a matter of Kirk order and not needful for the imparting of grace, as the Prelatists contend, but by the inward call of God, it will be your business to pull down every stronghold of lies, and to awaken them that be at ease in Zion with the terrors of the Lord. And ye might begin with the elders who are rich and increased in goods, and who think they have need of nothing. But I have my doubts." And the doubts seemed a certainty, but whether they were chiefly about the elders' unspiritual condition or Carmichael’s need of a true call Simeon did not plainly indicate.

"I am very sorry, Mr. MacQuittrick" and Carmichael spoke for the first time "that you consider the congregation to be in such a discouraging condition, especially after the faithful ministry of my honoured predecessor, but I trust out of such a large number of people that there must be a number of sincere and intelligent Christians." Which was a bait Simeon could not resist.

"Ye speak according to the Scriptures, Mr. Carmichael, for in the darkest days when Elijah testified against the priests of Baal and he is sorely needed to-day, for there be many kinds of Baal there were seven thousand faithful people. Yea, there has always been a remnant, and even in those days when the multitude that call themselves by the name of the Lord are hankering after organs and hymns and soirees and Arminian doctrine, there be a few who have kept their garments unspotted, and who mourn over the backslidings of Zion."

"Well, I hope, Mr. MacQuittrick, that some of the remnant can be found in St. Jude's." And Carmichael began to enter into the spirit of the situation.

"It doesna' become me to boast, for indeed there are times when I see myself in the court of the Gentiles, aye, and maybe in the outer darkness, but ye will be pleased to know that there are seven men who meet ae night every week to protest against false doctrine, and to search into the experiences o' the soul. Myself and another belong to the faithful remnant of the Scots Kirk, whilk the world calls the Cameronians ; two have been members wi' the original secession ; ane came from the black darkness o' the Established Kirk; and two were brought up in the Free Kirk, and I'll not deny, had a glimmerin' o' light." 

"When the godly minister who has gone to his reward, as we will hope, but the day alone will declare, lifted up his voice in the pulpit of St. Jude's against Sunday cars, opening the girdens on the Lord's Day, singing paraphrases at public worship, the worldly proposals for union with the Voluntaries, the preaching of teetotalism, and the blasphemy of the Higher Critics, we came to this Kirk and foregathered here as in a haven of refuge.”

"It came to our mind, Mr. Carmichael' and the representative of the remnant concluded his message "that it would strengthen your hands to know that ye have some discernin' professors in your Kirk, with whom ye could search into the deep things of God which might be beyond the depths of youth, and who will try the doctrine which ye may deliver from Sabbath to Sabbath. And we will be gathered together on Thursday night at 272 Water Street, by eight o'clock, to confer with you on the things of the kingdom."

When Carmichael arrived at the meeting-place of the remnant he had a sense of a spiritual adventure, and when he looked at the seven gray and austere faces, he imagined himself before the Inquisition. 

His host the brand plucked from the burning of the Establishment shook hands with gravity, and gave him a vacant chair at the table, where before him and on either side sat the elect. After a prayer by an original seceder, in which the history of the Scots Kirk from the Reformation and her defections in the present day were treated at considerable length and with great firmness of touch, and some very frank petitions were offered for his own enlightenment, the court was, so to say, constituted, and he was placed at the bar. 

If Carmichael imagined, which indeed he did not, that this was to be a friendly conference between a few experienced Christians and their young minister, he was very soon undeceived, for the president of the court called upon Simeon's fellow-covenanter to state the first question.

"It is one, Mr. Carmichael, which goes to the root of things, for he that is right here will be right everywhere; he that goes astray here will end in the bottomless pit of false doctrine.”

“Whether would ye say that Christ died upon the cross for the salvation of the whole world, and that therefore a proveesion was made for the pardon of all men gin they should repent and believe, or that he died only for the sins of them whom God hath chosen unto everlasting life, and who therefore shall verily be saved according to the will of God." And there was a silence that might be heard while the seven waited for the minister's answer.

When Carmichael boldly declared that the divine love embraced the human race which God had called into being, and that Christ as the Incarnate Saviour of the world had laid down his life not for a few but for the race, and that therefore there was freeness of pardon and fullness of grace for all men, and when finally he called God by the name of Father, the inquisitors sighed in unison. They looked like men who had feared the worst, and were not disappointed.

"Arminianism pure and simple," said one of the favoured children of the Free Kirk, "contrary to the Scriptures and the standards of the Kirk. Jacob have I loved, Esau have I hated; a strait gate and a narrow way, and few there be that find it. And the end of this deceiving error which pleases the silly heart is Universalism nae difference between the elect and the multitude. But there were ither questions, and our brother Mr. MacCosh will maybe put the second." Although it was evident hope was dying out both for Carmichael and for the inquisitors.

"Do ye believe, Mr. Carmichael, and will ye preach that the offer of the gospel should be made to all men in the congregation, and that any man who accepts that offer, as he considers, will see the salvation of God ; or will ye teach that while the offer is made in general terms to everybody with words such as, 'Come unto me all ye that labour’, ’it is only intended for certain who are already within the covenant of redemption, and that they alone will be enabled by effectual grace to accept it, and that for them alone there is a place at the marriage feast? “

"And I am asking this question because there are so-called evangelists going up and down the land offering the invitation of the kingdom unto all and sundry, and forgetting to tell the people, if indeed they know it themselves, that it matters not how freely Christ be offered, and how anxious they may be to take him, none of them can lift a little finger in his direction unless by the power of the Spirit, and the Spirit is only given to them who have been in the covenant from all eternity."

Carmichael felt as if he were again making his vows before ordination, and any sense of the ludicrous which was a snare unto him and had tempted him when he came into the room, was burned out. He was face to face with a conscientious and thoroughgoing theology, against whose inhumanity and ungraciousness both his reason and his soul revolted.

"May I in turn put a question to you, sir, and the other brethren, and if you will answer mine I will answer yours. Would you consider it honest, I will not say kindly, to invite twelve men to come to dinner at your house, all the more if they were poor and starving, and to beseech them to accept your invitation in the most tender terms, while you only intended to have six guests, or shall I say three out of the twelve, and had been careful to make provision for only three? You would despise such a host, and, Mr. MacCosh, will you seriously consider God to be more treacherous and dishonourable than we frail mortals?"

"Very superfeecial," burst in Simeon; "there is no question to be answered. Human analogies are deceiving, for nae man can argue from the ways of man to the ways of God, or else ye would soon be expectin' that the Almighty would deal wi' us the same as a father maun deal wi' his bairns, which is the spring o' that soul-destroying heresy, the so-called Fatherhood of God. Na, na" and MacQuittrick's face glowed with dogmatic enthusiasm, in which the thought of his own destiny and that of his fellow-humans was lost "he is the potter and we are the clay. Gin he makes one vessel for glory and another for shame aye, and even gin he dashes it to pieces, it is within his just richts. Wha are we to complain or to question? Ane oot o' twelve saved would be wonderful mercy, and the eleven would be to the praise of his justice." And a low hum of assent passed round the room.

"After what has passed, I'm not judging that it will serve any useful purpose to pit the third question, Mr. MacCosh," said the brand from the Establishment, "but it might be as well to complete the investigation. It's a sore trial to think that the man whom we called to be our minister, and who is set over the congregation in spiritual affairs knows so little of the pure truth, and has fallen into sae many soul-enticing errors. Oh ! this evil day ; we have heard wi' our ain ears in this very room, and this very nicht, first Arminianism, and then Morisonianism, the heresy of a universal atonement and of a free offer. I'll do Mr. Carmichael justice in believin' that he is no as yet at any rate a Socinian, but I'm expecting that he's a Pelagian. Oor last question will settle the point.

"Is it your judgment, Mr. Carmichael" and there was a tone of despair in the voice of the president "that a natural man, and by that I mean a man acting without an experience of effectual and saving grace given only to the elect, can perform any work whatever which would be acceptable to God, or whether it be not true that everything he does is altogether sinful, and that although he be bound to attempt good works in the various duties of life they will all be condemned and be the cause of his greater damnation?" And when, at the close of this carefully-worded piece of furious logic, Carmichael looked round and saw approval on the seven faces, as if their position had been finally stated, his patience gave way.

"Have you" and he leaned forward and brought his hand down upon the table "have you any common reason in your minds; I do not mean the pedantic arguments of theology, but the common sense of human beings? Have you any blood in your hearts, the blood of men who have been sons, and who are fathers, the feelings of ordinary humanity? Will you say that a mother's love to her son, lasting through the sacrifices of life to the tender farewell on her deathbed is not altogether good? That a man toiling and striving to build a home for his wife and children and to keep them in peace and plenty, safe from the storms of life, is not acceptable unto God? That a man giving his life to save a little child from drowning, or to protect his country from her enemies, is not beautiful in the sight of heaven? That even a heretic, standing by what he believes to be true, and losing all his earthly goods for conscience's sake, has done a holy thing tell me that ?" And Carmichael stretched out his hands to them in the fervour of his youth.

No man answered, and it was not needful, for the minister's human emotion had beaten upon their iron creed like spray upon the high sea cliffs. But one of them said, "That completes the list, downright Pelagianism," and he added gloomily, "I doubt Socianism is not far off."

The court was then dissolved, but before he left the room like a criminal sent to execution, a sudden thought struck Carmichael, and in his turn he asked a question.

"It is quite plain to me, brethren" for so he called them in Christian courtesy, although if was doubtful if they would have so called him "that you have suspected me of unsoundness in the faith, and that you have not been altogether unprepared for my answers; I want to ask you something, and I am curious to hear your answer. There are many names attached to the call given to me by the congregation of St. Jude's, and I do not know them all as yet, but I hope soon to have them written in my heart. The people who signed that call declared that they were assured by good information of my piety, prudence and ministerial qualifications, and they promised me all dutiful respect, encouragement, support and obedience in the Lord. I have those words ever in my memory, for they are a strength to me as I undertake my high work. May I ask, are your names, brethren, upon that call, and if so, why did you sign it?"

As he was speaking, Carmichael noticed that the composure of the seven was shaken, and that a look of uneasiness and even of confusion had come over their faces. He was sure that they had signed and he also guessed that they had already repented the deed. It seemed to him as if there was some secret to be told, and that they were challenging one another to tell it. And at last, under the weight of his responsibility as president of the court, MacCosh made their confession.

"Ye must understand, Mr. Carmichael, that when your name was put before the congregation we, who have been called more than others to discern the spirits, had no sure word given us either for or against you, and we were in perplexity of heart. It was not according to our conscience to sign lightly and in ignorance as many do, and we might not forbear signing unless we were prepared to lay our protests with reasons upon the table of the presbytery. We gathered together in this room and wrestled for light, and it seemed to come to us through a word of our brother Simeon MacQuittrick, and I will ask him to mention the sign that we judged that day to be of the Lord, but it may be it came from elsewhere."

"That very morning," explained Simeon, with the first shade of diffidence in his manner, "I was reading in my chamber the Acts of the Apostles, and when I came to the words 'send men to Joppa’ I was hindered and I could go no further. The passage was laid upon my soul and I was convinced that it was the message of God, but concerning whom and concerning what I knew not. But it was ever all the hours of the day, 'send men to Joppa.'

"That very afternoon I met one of the elders who is liberal in his gifts and full of outward works, but I judge a mere Gallio, and he asked me whether I was ready to sign the call. I answered that I was waiting for the sign, and I told him of the words said to me that day. 'Well’ he said to me in his worldly fashion, 'if you will not call a man unless he be at Joppa you may have to wait some time, MacQuittrick ; but, by the way, I hear that Mr. Carmichael is staying near Edinburgh just now, and there is a Joppa on the coast next to Portobello.'

"He may have been jesting," sadly continued MacQuittrick, "and he is a man whose ear has never been opened, but the Almighty chooses whom he will as his messengers, and spake once by Balaam's ass, so I mentioned the matter to the brethren. And when we considered both the word of Acts and the saying of this Gallic, we accepted it as a sign. So it came to pass that we all signed your call. But it pleases God to allow even the elect to be deceived ; behold are there not false prophets and lying signs? And it may be ye were not at Joppa." 

And when Carmichael declared with joyful emphasis that he had never been at Joppa in his life, MacCosh summed up the moral of the call and the conference. "It was a sign, but it was from Satan."



Friday, 28 October 2022

Jam and Jersey



A somewhat political one, penned before the elections this year, but worth an outing. The title of course comes from the well known phrase "Jam and Jerusalem" of the WI, and obviously the poem is a spoof. Hideous masterplans and over-developed coastline have been persistent for a good 30 years.

Jam and Jersey

And did developers in ancient time
Walk upon Jersey’s farmland green?
And applications, passed on the nod
On Jersey's pleasant shoreline seen?
And did the Master Plan divine
Let eyesores be build on the top of hills?
And was Gehenna builded here
Among those harbour toxic spills?

Bring me my bank accounts of gold!
Bring me buildings taller than church spire!
Bring me costs dear! Develop and unfold!
Bring me my architecture dire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my plans sleep in my hand,
Till we have built a Concrete Hell
In Jersey’s green and pleasant land.

Thursday, 27 October 2022

The Islander - Social Scenes1980

From "The Islander", 1980, the photos clustered under the heading "Social" and a car advert on the same page.

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Louis and Yvonne Houzé bought the farm in 1944. Son Marcel and wife Anne Houzé then took over in 1968. In 1987 son Paul Houzé bought his way into the farm. High hopes for daughter Becky to come back to the farm to carry on for a fourth generation.

Lodge farm (La Grande Route De St. Martin) milks 220 pedigree Jerseys and raises over 100 head of young-stock, with a recently set up enterprise, rearing Aberdeen Angus cross Jersey beef.

They run an all year round calving herd which is based on a 500 verges (230 acre) farm and milked through a 14:28 herringbone which incorporates a ACR and back flush system. Yields are currently running around the 6000 litre average but climbing fast due to the use of top genetics around the world, historically our herd has one of the highest butterfat averages, which currently stand at 5.9% .

The farm produces its forages as well as some grain, the cows need to utilize grazed grass through the summer months and can rely on grass and maize silage, baled haylage as well as imported concentrate feed in the winter.



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