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Morris Dancing in Kingston upon Thames

After a weekend of training, Saturday and Sunday, I find that today is a Bank Holiday in the UK, May Day.

Unlike some countries around the world that have May 1st as the official May Day holiday, the UK stays with allocating the holiday on a Monday.

Having nothing to do except my washing and ironing, and no-one to talk to, I decided to have a walk down into Kingston upon Thames, and I was soon amongst the celebrations and crowds, families, friends, enjoying the shopping and festivities.

One group caught my eye, some dancers.

These dancers are traditional to the UK, and are called Morris Dancers. It is an English Folk dance, usually accompanied by accordion music, with the dancers, again usually dressed in white, wearing bells around their legs, and flowers in their hats.

The dancing itself is very rythmic, and the dancers usually have some implement, sticks, swords etc, that they use in the dance, and is thought to date back to the 15th century.

In this short clip, you can see the OFF-SPRING MORRIS from Kingston upon Thames.

Yes we have some strange customs in the UK.

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Wonderful sunny day

It is wonderful to experience new beginnings, changes, additions, and today has been no exception.

It has been one of the warmest April months in the UK on record, and today as people pounded the streets of London in the London Marathon, I took a more leisurely stroll to the River Thames. (click to see video)

Many people were also of the same mind, perhaps an after lunch walk, a chance to be with friends or family, to take time and see the world go by, a chance to recharge the batteries with energy giving sun rays, or like me to get some exercise.

enjoying the sun overlooking the River Thames, Kingston upon Thames
Crowds enjoying the sun overlooking the River Thames, Kingston upon Thames

We are blessed in Kingston upon Thames to have many wildfowl living on the River Thames, perhaps mostly because people feed them so well.

Not only was it the public who were enjoying the weather, swans preened themselves, as others crowded (click) to have their share of the offerings the public were giving them.

Swans preening on the River Thames, Kingston
Swans preening on the River Thames

It was the goose with her new gosling’s and unhatched eggs which caught my eye, little balls of yellow fluff as two gosling’s sheltered under their mothers wings on a nest of duck down.

gosling enjoying the sun under the its mother
A gosling enjoying the sun under the its mother

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The Toilet Gallery Kingston upon Thames

Many times over the years living in Kingston upon Thames, I have walked passed the old Empire Theatre opposite to the Wilkinson store, passed a dirty looking alleyway, and paid no attention to what looked to me was a service road to the pub (public house) and the various fast service food shops.


Entrance to the small alleyway to the Toilet Gallery

Other places of interest stand out as I passed them, the Coronation Stone, the Out Of Order falling over telephone boxes, Lovekyn Chapel, and more in Kingston upon Thames, but never the alleyway.

Then I had my Phillip’s Sausage working, and an old white building at the end of the alleyway caught my eye, and a small sign The Toilet Gallery, painted on the wall.


The Toilet Gallery, Kingston upon Thames

The Toilet Galley
is a disused ladies only toilet, still having the cubicles and basins, but without the usual fragrance, was opened in 2003 as a place for avant-garde artists to show their work.


Inside the Toilet Gallery

Very small, but enough to show some great works. Well worth a visit for people to support.

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Coaching Travels

Last day in Gaziantep

Tonight I have finished a coaching course here in Gaziantep with a fantastic group of participants.

I now take the 4:45 am flight out of Gaziantep to Istanbul, and then on to Rome, arriving at Fiumicino Airport at 10:30 am. A train ride into Roma Terminal Station and a quick taxi ride to The Jolly Hotel, Leonardo Da Vinci, will see me arriving just in time to start the PhotoReading course at 2:30 pm.

I hope I get some sleep on the aircraft.

The course has gone by so quickly, and it was so good to see so many people I knew from my previous courses eager to learn new ideas.

Thank you all for a great experience.


Coaching participants in Gaziantep, Turkey, and a wonderful chocolate cake for Phillip Holt
Coaching participants in Gaziantep, Turkey, and a wonderful chocolate cake.

See what you are missing Halil.

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Neptune in the Piazza del Nettuno

To the side of the whispering gallery or Palazzo del Podesta, and to the north side of Piazza Maggiore, is Piazza Nettuno.

In the Piazza Nettuno is the 16th century bronze statue by Giambologna of Neptune and his Attendants who in Roman mythology is the god of water and the sea.


16th century bronze statue by Giambologna of Neptune and his Attendants

At each corner of the fountain are four mermaids or attendants, in the picture they are the bronze statues, not the Italian students taking in the afternoon sun.

I was told that the fountain statue was commissioned by Charles Borromeo (the Cardinal Legate) to celebrate the election of his uncle as Pope Pius IV. His rooms were the top right rooms in the building to the left of the statue in the above photograph, so he could look down upon it.

It was said that in the original design, Neptune’s manhood was rather large and the Pope objected to it, so it was sculptured very small. Or could it be that it depicts Neptune just leaving a cold sea?

In the photograph above you can see Neptune’s left hand pointing forward.

From the window of the Pope, because of the angle, all that can be seen is a pointing finger, which can just be made out in the photograph below against the background of the brickwork of the Basilica di San Petronio.


Neptune from the rear, Piazza Nettuno, Bologna

The fountain water also is very intriguing as to where it flows from. As already mentioned, at the base of the statue are four mermaids, attendants or from Greek mythology, four of the fifty daughters of Nereus and Doris who dwell in the Mediterranean Sea, known as Nereids.


Four of the fifty daughters of Nereus and Doris, known as Nereids at the base of Neptune’s statue, Bologna


The fountain of Neptune and his Attendants, Piazza Nettuno , Bologna Italy.


Um.

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Piazza Maggiore, Bologna, Italy

On my last trip to Bologna, Italy, to give the first two days training for the NLP Master Practitioner for NLPItaly, I was able to explore a little of the town and especially Piazza Maggiore, and what a wonderfull place it is.

The streets leading up to and around the Piazza Maggiore, are full of shops and cafés, arched covered walkways or footpaths with marbled floors, and some of the ceilings having beautiful coloured decorations to them.


Arched covered walkways or footpaths in Bologna

Within the piazza, dating from about the year 1200, there are some historic buildings, and thank goodness my translator for the course Elena Martelli was with me to explain the history of the buildings and piazza itself.

One of these buildings is the Basilica di San Petronio, or the Cathedral of Saint Peter, reported to be the fifth largest church in the world, with building starting about 1390, and has a history to its’ self. The facade of the Basilica remains unfinished, because I was told the Pope of the time objected to the building being better than his own church not far away and certainly not bigger than St Peter’s in Rome.

As you look at the Basilica, the bottom half of the building is faced with white marble, and the top half is just brick. Within the Basilica is said to be some great works of art and sculptures, but unfortunately I did not have time to venture inside.


Basilica di San Petronio, or the Cathedral of Saint Peter

In the photograph above, no the building does not lean it is my camera, is the whispering gallery and a medieval tower of Palazzo del Podesta. Walk into the center under the arches, is a vaulted area, and if one person stands in one corner facing the wall, and another person stands in the opposite corner, as you whisper, you can hear each other.

    
The whispering gallery in Palazzo del Podesta, Bologna.

And Francesco Martelli, Elena’s brother  in the right picture is only whispering.

Another fine sight nearby is the bronze statue of Neptune in the Piazza del Nettuno

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A day off

Today, Sunday, is a day off for me in Gaziantep, Southern Turkey.

It has been eight days of training back-to-back, firstly with an NLP Practitioner course, followed by a course training participants coaching skills, how to become a high performance coach. With thirteen participants, all eager to learn new skills, it is fun for me to the progress of the individuals as they learn the methods of coaching and are coached by each other through issues or desired outcomes.
The joy for me is to introduce a new skill to the participants, who, because they are used to their old ways or methods have a little resistance. Then, when they implement the new skill, they realise that there is a place and a genuine place for using what I am giving them.
So today I rest, having a late wake-up, and a wonderful brunch. Perhaps a nap in a few moments, reviving my body and mind, ready to start more trainings on Monday.

Phillip Holt a sleeping man

What are you doing I wonder?
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Eating Out Travels

Great Italian food

It is not that I like Italian food above any other countries food, or that I would seek Italian food before English, Chinese, Indian etc.

For a start the Italians eat too much grass, or salads, for my liking, also I find the breakfast rather limiting, but then I do like a full English breakfast of bacon, fried eggs, sausage, mushrooms, fried tomato, fried bread and baked beans, washed down with a cup of tea with milk.

But I do love Italian food, especially the ice cream from Jack Frost in Milan, (click for directions), for me the best I have ever tasted and a must to visit on my many trips to the City of Milano.
It is their pizzas that I also love.
There is so many different toppings to choose from, that I am sure I could visit a pizzeria every day of the year, and still have a different choice to make.
I can order a pizza in any other country I visit, especially the UK, and know that later I will suffer from acid indigestion. In Italy, I have no problems, well just one.
My main problem with an Italian pizza is that it is so large, hanging off the plate on all sides. No wonder I cannot loose weight.

An enormous Italian pizza in Bologna, by Phillip Holt
An enormous Italian pizza in Bologna

Oh by the way, I have not had a full English breakfast for many years, rather eating a healthy cereal meal, but still with and English cup of tea with milk.
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Culture Travels

Garibaldi, an Italian Hero

Giuseppe Garibaldi was an Italian revolutionary, a hero, who changed the history of Italy, as Ataturk (read about Mustafa Kemal Ataturk) was to the Turkish nation and people.

Garibaldi is said to have united Italy as we know it today. to my surprise, the country as we know it today, the boot, was in fact a collection af states prior to 1860, the north east controlled by Austria, the north west by France, Spain had its’ power base, and in central Italy there was papal power.
It was in 1860 that Garibaldi started his quest, and went to Sicily and defeated the Neapolitan forces with just 800 volunteers, known as the i Mille or Redshirts.
From Sicily he took Naples, the papal states, and the Austrian controlled states, thus unifying Italy as we know it today.

Giuseppe Garibaldi, Italian revolutionary
Giuseppe Garibaldi

Another interesting fact that came to light whislt in Bologna, and why did not I know this before, that was prior to 1946, Italy was a Kingdom, having a monarch, which was expelled and exiled to France by referendum.
Oh what a small knowledge of our world have I.
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Garibaldi Biscuits

 

Garibaldi Biscuits in packet ASDA
Garibaldi Biscuits in packet sold by ASDA in the UK
Going back in my far and distant past, I remember one of the treats my mother would serve, it was a biscuit called Garibaldi. It was not a treat for me as I was not found of them, but to mother and I suspect other British people, they were from an exotic world, a far off country, a touch of something un-British.
The biscuit was a thin sandwich of biscuit with the dried chewy fruit of currents at the center. A current is similar to a dried red grape.
Garibaldi Biscuits
Garibaldi Biscuits
I would mention this memory to the participants of my courses in Italy, and they would look at me as if I was a visiting Martian, they had no idea of what I was talking about, no clue from the description or name of biscuit.
I was really confused.
Here was an Italian product, and the Italians had no knowledge of it. Was it my pronunciation of the word? Was it called something different in Italy?
Then, just before I was leaving for Bologna, I went into my local supermarket, and after years of not seeing the product, there was the biscuit on the shelves. I had to buy it.
During the NLP Master Practitioner course I reviewed Anchors, and brought out the packet of Garibaldi biscuits as an example of the memories it gave me. The participants looked at me with a blank face, they had never heard of the biscuit or seen them.
At the break, I offer each of them a sample, and their reaction was in the negative, they did not like the taste, texture, and most of the biscuits went untouched.
That evening as Elena and myself walked back to my hotel after a splendid pizza meal, in a small square or piazza bordering the main street running from the railway station to the Piazza Maggiore is a statue of a man on a horse, and in bold letter at its’ base or plinth, is “A GARIBILDI”
Garibaldi Statue in Bologna
Garibaldi Statue in Bologna
So I was not wrong. The name is Italian. Perhaps I had the wrong “cat on the mat“, the wrong understanding.
Who was this person, A GARIBALDI?
I needed answers. See article Garibaldi a Hero.