#lady rhondda

[queerwelsh]

Illtud Evans was born John Alban Evans on the 16th of July, 1913. His parents, Catherine and David Spencer Evans, a postmaster, were Welsh-speaking Nonconformists.

Though born in Chelsea, he went to Towyn Grammar School then St David's College, Lampeter (now the Lampeter campus of University of Wales, Trinity Saint David). However, he was expelled in 1934 for homosexuality - for attempting 'to induce a fellow-student to commit an act of gross immorality.'

He became a journalist then converted to Roman Catholicism and became Dom Illtud Evans of the Dominican Order. He became editor of 'Blackfriars' and 'New Blackfriars' journals and wrote for newspapers and magazines like 'Time and Tide' (a feminist magazine started by Lady Rhondda, which became more political and Christian after her death - though it also had become more right-wing with her changing views).

In the 1960s, he moved to the US, living in New York and California and visited prisons and rehabilitation centers as a priest.

Illtud Evans died on the 22nd of July, 1972 in Athens, having left the US in 1970 after a stroke.

Following his death, his friend Cliff Tucker began a campaign for Illtud Evans' exoneration and posthumous graduation, along with his partner Tony Dyson. They were both gay rights campaigners, Cliff Tucker having also gone to Lampeter University, giving his name to their Cliff Tucker Theatre. Cliff Tucker was successful and Illtud Evans was awarded his degree posthumously.

Sources & Further Reading:

Ruth Gooding, (2024), 'Evans, Illtud (John Alban Evans) (1913-1972), Catholic Priest,' Dictionary of Welsh Biography, https://biography.wales/article/s14-EVAN-ILL-1913

Papers of Tony Dyson and Cliff Tucker https://archiveshub.jisc.ac.uk/search/archives/6aa178a1-4379-3933-877d-9beeb47de025

Dom Illtud Evans Papers https://archiveshub.jisc.ac.uk/search/archives/5f573f63-23e2-3791-a383-d7ca593bef68

https://www.library.manchester.ac.uk/rylands/special-collections/a-to-z/detail/?mms_id=992983876610801631

[haggishlyhagging]

By the end of the 1960s, parameters had been forged once again, problems had been named in history, education, psychology, anthropology, sociology, philosophy, literature, the biological sciences and ecology. That future discussion about women was going to break out of disciplinary straitjackets was predictable. That it was the invisibility of women in society that was reflected in the disciplines, and not the individual limitations of a particular discipline which was responsible for the exclusion of women from the encoding of knowledge, was soon to be an established and unchallenged assumption of feminist reality.

But it was not a new 'discovery'. In 1968 a book entitled In Her Own Right appeared. It was subtitled 'A discussion conducted by The Six Point Group', the group established in 1921 by Lady Rhondda. The first essay is entitled ‘A Revolution Unfinished’ and is by Hazel Hunkins-Hallinan, who was 78 at the time and had been watching the revolution for quite a few years, since the days of the Woman's Party and the picketing of the White House (in which she had been involved, and for which she had been gaoled, and in the name of protest for which she had gone on hunger strike). ‘The great crusading spirit for equality which was so strong at the turn of the century has petered out and the most dramatic revolution of all times has never been brought to fruition,' she states. ‘Generation after generation of little girls have become adults completely conditioned to an overwhelmingly masculine society, restricting the development of women until they have no vision of anything different before them.' In 'an environment steeped in subtle masculine propaganda' women have come to hear and to accept that they are not to be taken seriously, she says (1968, pp. 9-10).

One can sense the sadness, the frustration - and the hope: 'In this book it is our hope to open the eyes of teenage girls starting out in life, about to enter jobs that lead nowhere so that they will demand a better chance; to persuade newly-married wives not to abdicate their rights as people to an unequal partnership in marriage; to reach those older women who have shied away from "women's movements" and who learn late in life what odds are stacked against them. We want to make these thousands realise what their actual status is and then we hope that the emancipation of women, as a movement will come alive' (ibid., p. 10).

'Did you talk like this, in the 1920s?' I asked her: 'Oh no, we were much more radical then,' she replied. And to my deep, deep regret, there is every chance that in 1968 I might have spurned these cautious, but passionately optimistic words.

-Dale Spender, Women of Ideas and What Men Have Done to Them

[rhonddaandallaneuro]

The long haul

With five days with no land Rhondda had little faith in my patience but I have proven her incorrect. Haha. Well so far that is.

First day we got to experience the “ crossing of the equator” which while a good laugh I just feel sorry for the poor bastards trying to get the chocolate, flower and tomato sauce out of their hair.

If you want to get a deck chair in the shade, a priority for us, you have to have claimed a chair by 7am at the latest. This is accomplished when I do my 5am top deck walk allowing us to sit in shade all day.

Keeping up my steps is a challenge but so far so good. As today is Friday we are not drinking until 4pm, keeping in line with our normal Friday nights. A few of the people we have befriended started very early so I guess we will be meeting newer friends this evening. Haha

The food on the ship is okay as long as you stay away from the beef. The drinks are relatively cheap (package) while the coffee is very strong and served in worlds smallest cups. Life is good and Rhondda is getting to catch up on her reading.

Day two and three at sea saw us with light curfews on outside decks

from dusk until dawn with all outside areas locked down and curtains pulled shut. This apparently is a safety measure due to threat of pirates as we sail along the Somalia coast line. Laughed at first until you saw the armed guards patrolling the upper decks. These guys had massive weapons so I guess a lot more serious then we had imagined.

The entertainment has been good with the cruise ship dancers amazing. A Brazilian couple have to be the best we have ever seen. They just seem to fly. Not so keen on the sand drawing lady. Yes a skill but not entertainment worth being on the cruise ship but each to their own.

All in all though this has been a great time out for us both with lots of nanny naps mixed with learning to play Monopoly with cards. Hard to understand at first but once you learn the rules it is a huge laugh with lots of strategies involved. Given I am only person who has won two games straight I am claiming to be world champion. Hahaha so far there are only eight players on board we are aware of.

Finally we landed at Jeddah but we had elected not to leave the ship as getting a visa just simply to hard. The city from the ship looks quite modern but with Ramadan taking place nothing was open from dawn to dusk with most tourist attractions closed. Saved our money big time.

Back on board another day at sea saw us join a lot of Aussies in the Irish bar where an African musician played “pub with no beer” which excited everyone to where the bar quickly became choked with dancing and laughter. One of our fellow travellers, Kylie (youngest at 48 on tour) led the way and this was one of the best nights we have had. Old style pub music with everyone letting their hair down.

The next morning was a different story with massive winds making it impossible for the ship to dock so those who were intending to do the “valley of the kings” tour forced to miss out. This was a 14 hour tour so a lot of unhappy people.

Currently as I write this we are sitting downstairs just chilling out. Hopefully we will post this story in our next port of call.

[jimhair]

I think of my grandmother everyday, and with Wales in the World Cup this last week, she’s been even closer than usual. I remember asking her about her childhood and she said her memories of life in the Rhondda were of the dirt and coal dust. Then as a young girl in Illinois she was teased and bullied because of her accent. I’m grateful she taught me to treat others with respect and as I saw her interactions with others I understood: we are all family. In 1970 a high school friend said he saw her driving the ‘54 Cadillac in town with my surfboard on top, smiling knowing she was playing an entertaining role for strangers: the little 70 year old lady with white hair, as if she were heading to the surf. I carry a 1947 Graflex in the street, and I’m thinking, in my own way, I’m also entertaining strangers, and our extended ‘family’. Ruby M.C. Wilkes, San Diego, August 1976 🇺🇦💔🌎💔🌏💔🌍💔 #earth #america #human #family #photographer #documentary #people #home #portrait #photography #portraitphotography #schwarzweiss #blancoynegro #blancinegre #bnw @kodak #kodak #mediumformat #film #blancetnoir #白黒 #Hēiyǔbái #siyahbeyaz #shirokuro #blackandwhite #pdx #portland #nw #northwest #oregon #photojournalism 76081311 Plus-X 1953 Rolleiflex 3.5 Xenar https://www.instagram.com/p/ClpAau5SWOi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dianneking]

Ooooh I like this, let's see what comes out! PS: @lord6-6fandom sea shanties lover here as well, can I DM you to swap notes about them? Also, thank you for the tag!

1) All the good girls go to hell - Billie Eilish

2) Landsick - Chuck Ragan

3) What we leave behind - Chuck Ragan (I've been meaning to do a songfic based on this for quite sometime. Maybe it's a sign!)

4) Just a girl - Lady Antebellum

5) Pensiero Stupendo - Roberta Carrese (I've actually written a post about this song)

6) Hey there Delilah - Plain White Ts (I know it's now controversial, but it's one of my comfort listens)

7) Bartender - Lady Antebellum

8) La mia banda suona il rap - Max Pezzali & Flaminio Maphia (this is...embarassingly trashy and I shall decline to further comment on it)

9) Paper Gangsta - Lady Gaga (LOVE IT)

10) Myfanwy & Cwm Rhondda - Cerys Matthews (Because what is a song shuffle without some Welsh classics?)

Rules: Shuffle your ‘On Repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people. 1."New girl" by FINNEAS 2."love is a bitch" by Two feet 3."you are in love" by taylor swift 4."paris" by taylor swift 5."hotline (edit)" by billie eilish 6."still dont know my name" by Labrinth 7."do it for me" by rosenfeld 8."Touch" by cigarettes after sex 9."i did something bad" by taylor swift 10."young & dumb" by cigarettes after sex No Pressure Tags: @houseofwaxes @deep-fried-egg@vorsdany@nottheoneforlove@mikavlcs@rollingsins i know its not 10 but thats all i got :p

[marshmallow--3]

List of OCs

*Artwork by me unless artist is specified

Assassin's Creed

Holly Frye née Robson (she/her)

Jacob's wife, baker in Victorian London

Art by @val-wywh

Knitting Old Lady (she/her)

Friendly progressive neighbour to @straight-into-the-animus' Alex

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Mae Rosabelle Bennett (she/her)

Jacob's love interest, works in her family's bookstore in Victorian London

Art by @the-purple-rook

Nana Gwen (she/her)

Jacob and Evie's maternal grandmother from Rhondda Valley, Wales

Fairy Tail

Luca (he/him)

Fairy Tail wizard who summons demon maids with a deck of cards

Game of Thrones

Fiyonna Storm of House Elksworth (she/her)

Bastard child of the late Stag King, Robert of the House Baratheon, founder of the noble House Elksworth, whose words are "the stag is kin"

Art by @the-purple-rook

Harry Potter

Leopold "Leo" Oscar Daisybloom (he/him or they/them)

Young wizard attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1996

Lost Girl

Unnamed Pain Eater (she/her)

Vex's love interest, Light Fae who works in the human profession of nursing, using her powers to take the pain away from her patients and unknowingly ending their lives in the process

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Original

Mental health

Mute (it/its)

Non-verbal genderless mental state

The Child (she/her)

A timid and afraid little girl, hides behind tears, hair and sleeves

Misc

Kaldrĵ (he/him)

Elf nomad

Mamura (it/its or they/them)

A genderless robot adopted by an old lady living on a cliff

[lovingtheroyals]

The Full Schedule of the Wedding of Prince Harry and Ms. Meghan Markle

9:00 am BST (4:00 am EDT) - Members of the public who have been invited to watch the wedding on the castle grounds will arrive to Windsor Castle.

9:35 am - 11:00 am BST (4:30 am - 6:00 am EDT) - Wedding guests will arrive to St. George’s Chapel and will enter via the South Door. Guests will arrive at the Round Tower by coach and will immediately take their seats.

11:25 am BST (6:25 am EDT) - Members of the Royal Family will arrive via the Galilee Porch. Some members of the family will arrive on foot and others by car. Members of the Royal Family will be greeted by the Dean of Windsor.

11:40 am BST (6:40 am EDT) - Prince Harry and his best man, the Duke of Cambridge, will arrive at St. George’s Chapel via the West Door and will be received by the Dean of Windsor. Prince Harry and the Duke of Cambridge will be conducted to the Bray Chantry Chapel.

11:42 am BST (6:42 am EDT) - The Prince of Wales and The Duchess of Cornwall will arrive at the Galilee Porch. They will be greeted by the Vice-Dean of Windsor.

11:45 am BST (6:45 am EDT) - The Mother of the Bride, Ms Doria Ragland, will arrive at St. George’s Chapel and will enter via the Galilee Porch. She will be received by the Dean of Windsor and will conducted to her seat in the Quire.

11:52 am BST (6:52 am EDT) - Her Majesty The Queen will arrive at the Galilee Porch and will be received by the Dean of Windsor. Her Majesty will then be conducted to her place in the Quire.

11:59 am BST (6:59 am EDT) - Ms. Meghan Markle will arrive with her bridesmaids and pageboys at St. George’s Chapel via the West Door. 

12:00 pm BST (7:00 am EDT) - The wedding service will begin.

The Bride will be greeted by the Dean of Windsor and will begin her procession through the Nave.

Ms. Markle will be joined by The Prince of Wales at the Quire and will continue to the High Altar.

The Dean of Windsor will greet the congregation. He will then ask the congregation to sit and read the preface.

The congregation will sing the hymn, “Slane.”

The Archbishop of Canterbury will lead the Declarations.

The Archbishop of Canterbury will lead the congregation in prayer.

Lady Jane Fellowes will, from the Nave, give a reading from the Song of Solomon.

The Choir of St. George’s Chapel will sing the Motet.

The Address will be given by The Most Reverend Michael Curry.

The Kingdom Choir will preform “Stand By Me” by Ben E. King.

The Archbishop of Canterbury will lead the Vows.

The Bride and Groom will exchange rings.

The Archbishop of Canterbury will give the Proclamation.

The Choir of St. George’s Chapel will sing the Anthem.

The Archbishop of Canterbury will bless the marriage.

Archbishop Angaelos (and The Reverend Prebendary Rose HudsonWilkin from the Nave) will lead the prayers.

The Congregation will sing the hymn, “Cwm Rhondda.”

The Dean of Windsor will say the blessing.

Those who are signing the registers (including the Bride and Groom) will move from the Quire to the North Quire Aisle. After signing the registers, they will return to the Quire.

The Congregation will sing the National Anthem, “God Save the Queen.”

The Processional of the Bride and Groom will begin. “Symphony no. 1 in B-flat” and “Amen/This Little Light of Mine” by Etta James will be performed during the processional.

The Bride and Groom and members of their families will exit St. George’s Chapel via the West Door.

Members of the Congregation who were seated in the Quire will exit St. George’s Chapel via the South Door. They will stand on the Chapel Grass to witness the start of the Carriage Procession.

1:00 pm BST (8:00 am EDT) - The wedding service will end.

1:05 pm BST (8:05 am EDT) - The Carriage Procession through the streets of Windsor will begin.

1:30 pm BST (8:30 am EDT) - The Carriage Procession will end.

2:00 pm BST (9:00 am EDT) - The Lunch Reception at Windsor Castle will begin.

7:00 pm BST (2:00 pm EDT) - The Bride and Groom will depart Windsor Castle for their evening reception, hosted at Frogmore House.

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A livestream of the wedding will be broadcast on the Royal Family’s official YouTube page and may be found at the following link: (x)

Information on online coverage of the wedding may be found at the following link: (x)

The Order of Service may be dowloaded for free at the following link: (x)

Notable pieces of information regarding the wedding may be found at the following link: (x)

[queerwelsh]

Margaret Haig Thomas, known as Lady Rhondda or 2nd Viscountess Rhondda, was born on the 12th of June, 1883, and died on the 20th of July, 1958.

Born in London as Margaret Haig Thomas, her father was politician David Alfred Thomas, the first Viscount Rhondda, and her mother was Sybil Thomas, a suffragette, who prayed that her daughter would become a feminist.

Margaret was raised at Llanwern House, near Newport, until she went to boarding school, and then Oxford, and she was an only child. She became a debutante, and worked for her father at Consolidated Cambrian in Cardiff.

In 1908, she joined the Women’s Social and Political Union (WSPU), becoming their Newport secretary, and married Newport landowner Humphrey Mackworth, becoming Margaret Haig Mackworth.

Margaret campaigned for suffrage across South Wales and in July 1913, attempted to destroy a Royal Mail postbox with a chemical bomb. After refusing to pay a £10 fine, she was sentence to one month in jail, in Usk. She went on hunger strike and was released after 5 days, receiving a Hunger Strike Medal.

On the 7th of May, 1915, travelling with her father and depressed over tensions in her marriage, she was on the RMS Lusitania when it was torpedoed. Though she suffered from hypothermia, she was rescued by an Irish trawler and recovered at home with her parents for months.

On the 3rd of July, 1918, Margaret’s father died and she became Viscountess Rhondda. She tried to take his seat in the House of Lords but was rejected. She also inherited his title as chair of his company, and was director of 33 companies in her lifetime, 28 of which she inherited from her father.

In 1920, Margaret founded ‘Time and Tide’ a left-wing feminist magazine, a mouthpiece for the Six Point Group, also set up by Margaret, to focus on equality and rights of children.

She divorced her husband in 1923 and lived with the first editor of ‘Time and Tide,’ Helen Archdale, and then had a relationship with author Winifred Holtby (who was in a relationship with Vera Brittain). Her partner of 25 years however was Theodora Bosanquet.

After her death in 1958, women soon were allowed to enter the House of Lords, and Time and Tide continued to run until 1979.

Margaret is pictured and named as ‘Margaret Haig Viscountess Rhondda (1883-1958)’ on the plinth of the statue of Millicent Fawcett in London. There is also a campaign for a statue of Lady Rhondda in Newport.

Further reading: Angela V. John, Turning the Tide: The Life of Lady Rhondda, Cardigan, Parthian Press, 2014.

[minestland]

Now the site of the Rhondda Heritage Park The Lewis Merthyr Colliery is situated in the village of Trehafod some 18 miles north of Cardiff. The original main winding shafts for men and mineral, known as Bertie Pit and Trefor Pit, were sunk in 1878 but high-class steam coal had been produced some ten years earlier from shafts contained within the Lewis Merthyr mine. There were, in all, six vertical shafts serving the mine. Of these, the House Coal shaft and the Cymmer shaft were used only for pumping purposes. The Lady Lewis shaft was used only for ventilation, serving as an upcast shaft. The Hafod shaft was used as a downcast shaft and served as a third means of egress to the surface. On 22nd November, 1956, gas in a roadhead cavity was ignited. As a result of the explosion two persons were killed and seven others died of their injuries. Five other persons were injured. At Lewis Merthyr production came to an end on the 14 March 1983 with production continuing in the four feet seam until July when coaling ceased https://flic.kr/p/24Jyk4Y

[rhonddaandallaneuro]

Now Sunday was to be our day of rest in preparation for travelling to Cape Jarvis and in hindsight would have been a lot cheaper if we had followed our game plan.

After a lazy morning we drove once more to Hahndorf to pick up some small gifts enjoying a great coffee in town. No sense using what we had left of the day so off to Barossa Valley to try some reds and we did or should I say Rhondda did (remember Allan is always designated driver).

First stop Saltrams, home of the Pepperjack, where either the sales lady was very good at her job or the products were amazing. First carton of “cellar” only wines and ports along with beer purchased.

Second stop Wolf Blass where once again the sales lady was good at her job and a second carton of various wines was purchased. Finally to Jacobs Creek where once more we were introduced to cellar only quality wines. The end result we were given a bottle free (due to sales) which will not get back to Queensland I assure you.

Finally on Monday we departed Adelaide and headed to Cape Jarvis the gateway to Kangaroo Island. Well worth the drive although less bends in the road and mountains would have been better.

Now Kangaroo Island costs an arm and a leg to get there and the cost of living once over there even higher but it is a must see for everyone at least once.

First stop Seal Bay where the largest group of Australian Sea Lions laze around on the rocks. If you do a guided tour you can even walk along the beach amongst them.

Second stop was the “Remarkable Rocks” a hidden gem and probably the highlight of the day. This being only a short drive away from the lighthouse and old lighthouse keepers lodgings.

Here also you get to walk down probably Australians steepest stair case to view “fur seals” along with the Admirals Arch. This takes a huge effort and I am so proud of Rhondda for making the effort.

Back up top we did the full ring road of the island visiting Kingscote, where we had the worlds most expensive fish and chips, and American River which has the largest flock of Black Swans we have ever seen.

Kangaroo Island has 500 kilometres of coast line and the ring road is nearly 300 kilometres with so much more to see. Catching the ferry home is something you look forward to so you can I just chill out. It also is a great ride/time for one more “sunset”.

[livingtalks]

Part 1

Have you ever had your heart ‘nagging’ you to go the opposite way to where your head is taking you?

  Well, let me tell you about what happened when I decided to listen to mine and give it a voice. However, I couldn’t possibly talk about such a topic in one single blog, so this will come to you in three parts.

Step into my world for a moment and I will share with you my recent story and how I am learning to lead my life more coherently, that is, with my mind and heart working together as a whole and by becoming a better me so I can fulfil my destiny.

Two months ago I walked away from three different sources of income; terminated my tenancy agreement in idyllic Giggleswick – yes, it is a real village in the delightful Yorkshire Dales. I also had to let go of ‘bags’ of stuff giving them to friends and charity shops and keep only what I could fit into my car, Nancy. I closed my Zumba classes down and said goodbye to people who had become very dear to me – the two most difficult things I had to do 😢

So after a few coffee mornings, lunches, afternoon teas and dinners, I bid au-revoir to enchanting Settle and technically became homeless and jobless! Obviously, I had hatched a carefully thought out plan – inspired by my heart’s voice – which I will share with you along the way of this mini blog series. I am aware some of you beautiful people reading this blog, who know me are kind of aware of a little bit of what I am up to. However, to be totally frank with you, sometimes I don’t even know what I am really up to! After all, I am engaging with the unknownness of my heart’s depth. All I really know is that I trust and have unconditional faith that I am in good hands – if you can say that about your own ❤️

Social time with the Fitness girls

Glamorous dinner at Sydney’s with gorgeous Gayatri

Tea and coffee with my Golden ladies

Last supper with Arthur (well, in Settle that its)

Spot of lunch at The Talbot Arms with Anna and Margaret

My thoughtful and touching cards

Last Zumba Class

A very special card from a very special young man

Nancy is ready to hit the road…

On 24th July 2019, with Nancy packed in a jigsaw manner to transport all the designated cases and boxes, I headed South-West to complete my first Mindahome Assignment. Upon my arrival, my hostess in question welcomed me and made me feel very relaxed. We sat at her garden table and shared a lovely meal with the opportunity of meeting her two children and getting to know one another. The following day they left to join the husband who had gone ahead to get their holiday home ready. I was therefore left in charge of their home and their Siamese cat, Lilly. Upon their return, nine days later, they brought me a birthday gift from France and I cooked them all a Brazilian dish which we shared sitting at the garden on a very pleasant Summer’s evening.

On my birthday Nancy and I took to the M4 and had a long drive to Cardiff   to celebrate it with my wonderful son who took me out for a scrumptious and delightful 10 course meal – best food experience I have ever had  – at Heaney’s. You definitely need to check it out next time you are in Cardiff   https://www.heaneyscardiff.co.uk

My second assignment was near Cardiff in South Wales where I spent most of August. This time I was left looking after a farm house with a fabulous view of the town, nestled in the Welsh lush valley below cut by both Rhondda and Taff rivers serenading the town with their constant flow. The farm house was very cosy and spacious where I enjoyed log fires with my companion Spiroe, the cat. I was also in charge of minding seven tomato plans, a grape vine and two pregnant cows! I know… don’t ask 😹

So it is now, September and I am on the fourth week of my third assignment which will last three months. I am caring for three cats – Daisy, Tiggy & Penny – and a chicken called Molly. If you wish to know more about minding homes and pets please go to  https://mindahome.co.uk

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Lilly

French gifts

Treasured moment 🌈

Tommy, head chef at Heaney’s of Cardiff

Spiroe loving the fire

Akajoe and Bubba

Daisy and Tiggy

Penny

Molly

Ok so now you are probably asking: “What exactly is your heart up to in order to drive you to give up your jobs, your home, your sense of security, your friends, your community and to dispose of your possessions?” Well, you will have to wait for my next blog posts as my journey unravels. As I said before, all I really know is that I trust and have faith. I made a commitment to follow my heart’s deepest desire and realise my potential. All I have is my vision of the future I want to step into. But just how I am going to pull it off and make it real, is work in progress. As Dr. Joe Dispenza says: “It is not your job to do anything! Be detached from the outcome and let the Greater Mind take care of the details – but you have to do the work” (paraphrased). To know more about his cutting edge work  and the difference he is making in the world visit  https://drjoedispenza.com

Meanwhile, thank you for reading my blog. I would love you to engage in this conversation so feel free to leave your comment. Part 2 coming soon.

Wearing my heart on my sleeve to follow my dreams

  When your he❤️rt speaks louder… Part 1 Have you ever had your heart 'nagging' you to go the opposite way to where your head is taking you?

[whitneypierce717]

Doreen and Margaret – 6 year old female Bernese Mountain Dogs

Doreen and Margaret are two lovely ex-puppy farm ladies aged around 6 years old, who are being fostered in RCT South Wales. They are looking for a home together. Doreen has had some medical issues that will need monitoring so she will be a long-term foster, where FOAW will meet all non-regular vets fees and medication. Regular costs such as vaccinations, worming, flea treatment and grooming will have to be met by the ‘adopter’. Margaret is healthy so is able to be adopted in the normal way.

Initially Doreen is the most inquisitive but once Margaret knows you she often ventures into the living room for a cuddle. They both love their treats and will never fail to make you smile. They currently live in a bungalow if foster mum is in the bedroom Margaret sticks her head through the window to watch what she’s doing or if there’s any food on offer. Doreen loves to be outside and has just started to show signs of play although as soon as she knows she is being watched she stops. Due to their past these two ladies can be wary of people when they first meet but are quick to trust and love the company of humans. Children will need to be older and savvy as to the needs of these girls. Doreen and Margaret will come to you for a fuss and are happy to be stroked all over. They are quite independent though and are happy to do their own thing. Both enjoy a brush. They live with other dogs in their foster home but seem indifferent preferring each other’s company. No cats please.

Doreen and Margaret need a quiet home with access to a garden which is their preferred relaxing spot when it’s not raining. They are house trained but if they do not have access to outside they will not wait at this stage. Still a bit of work to do. They can be left and, other than the odd exploding dog bed, they are well behaved and happy. They are not keen on loud noises associated with housework and will prefer to avoid them. Walking and the great outside world are new to Doreen and Margaret so walks should begin with short forays. They enjoy walking together but, as they are strong girls, two adults may be better. These beautiful girls would like a home wth a garden where they can potter. Part time workers would be fine as they are happy to be left together for short periods. No small children but sensible older children would be fine. They really just need a kind home where they can learn about being a pet and be spoilt and showered with love.

Doreen and Margaret are neutered, chipped, vaccinated and up to date with their flea and worming treatment. Potential adopters will be expected to travel to meet them in their foster home in Rhondda, South Wales

If you are interested in adopting Doreen and Margaret please read about our rehoming process and complete a Pre-Adoption form ( link here ) and one of our adoption coordinators will contact you for a chat.

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oc ask : What does nana love to do for her hobbies? ^^

Nana Gwen loves playing the piano, knitting, and spending time with her gorgeous ginger cat, Harry.

When she's raising the Frye twins, she adores playing with them, sitting them in her lap as she teaches them basic notes on the piano and reading to them at any time of the day, but especially at bedtime - & since Welsh is her first language, she reads to them in both Welsh and English.

After they depart for Crawley with their father, her social life becomes entwined with her attendance at Church, bonding with all the other little old ladies, cooking bits for the village festivals, and being a big part of the close-knit community of Rhondda.

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UP CLOSE & PERSONAL – JULIE WILLIAMS

Hello, today I’m with Julie Williams whose part of the Maple Mastermind Group and we’re going to be doing the Up Close & Personal interview for the Renegade Magazine so we’re going to get to know a little bit more about Julie. Who is Julie?

Julie Williams: I think at the moment a very busy working Mum. I’ve just left a corporate life to follow my own dreams and start my own business which has been quite nice.

Andy Stace: It’s good to see and nice to watch your progress. So, what do you do exactly Julie?

JW: In my working career I have a business that I’ve been running for 12 years where I sell children’s books, which has always been my passion. Accountancy has been my profession; however, I’d say that I’m more of a business consultant and trouble shooter than a general accountant in that almost all of my career has been about solving problems, getting people out of difficulties and all sorts of different kinds of things actually. So, I’ve had lots of past experience and I think what I do is very diversified and really enjoyable.

AS: Good stuff! So, where are you from Julie?

JW: I’m from the Rhondda Valleys originally.  I moved to Cardiff when I was 21 years old, quite some time ago now. I then moved to Miskin, which is a little rural village in between Cardiff and my home town and actually the location is brilliant as it’s 2 minutes off the M4. I like living there, it’s great place to live.

AS: So, do you have a partner or a husband?

JW: I have a partner. I was divorced about 7 years ago. A very amicable divorce, we get on really well and we’re both very good parents, which is great. We don’t have any issues. There were no solicitors involved so it was quite simple. I have a new partner of four and a half years and his name is Lee. He doesn’t tend to understand the business side of things because he’s an engineer and a motor technician but he’s very supportive.

AS:  I know it’s not polite to ask a lady her age but roughly how many years have you been floating around on this planet?

JW: I’m a year and a little bit off fifty.

AS: Really!  You don’t look it.

JW: Thank you.

AS: You look great. So, what inspired you to run your own business then?

JW: I think that for years I’ve been freelancing as an accountant and helping people out and then I was poached into the corporate banking world 2 years.  It was a great decision because it took me out of the position I was in at that time where I wasn’t particularly happy and felt undervalued.  In the corporate world, the banking industry wasn’t for me in the fact that I didn’t make the decisions and I couldn’t make a difference and help the companies I wanted to help. So, it was always a case of. . . let’s go back and do something that you’re good at. My feeling was, that for 45 years I’d worked for somebody else, why not do it for yourself. I’d always enjoyed my other business and that’s worked quite well alongside employment, so I just thought I’d give it a go and do it for myself. And so far, so good.

AS: So, during those 2 years, what was the biggest thing you learnt? Even though you didn’t enjoy the job, what did you take away?

JW: The biggest thing I learnt. . . I learnt a lot of new skills. Obviously, it was a brand-new career, accountancy and banking is completely different.  People think they’re related but they’re not.  Bankers are not taught to do what an accountant does, and banking is quite restricted. So what I found was, I looked after a portfolio of about 150 plus customers and I learnt that the customers are absolutely amazing and as an accountant and a business consultant, you can help them but in relation to a bank, because it’s a huge, huge monster you’re governed by facts and figures, you don’t see the whole picture of the actual customer. . . . How long they’ve been in business, how much money they have in the bank now, what sectors, their trends.  I’m not saying that these figures and facts aren’t important but sometimes you have to see that business is a rollercoaster, so as an accountant and a business consultant I understand that but as banker, they don’t understand that.  And I felt that I learnt an awful lot about the industry and the fact that it’s a very, very tough industry.  It’s very, very competitive in relation to the banking as well but it wasn’t for me. I liked the job but after almost a 10-hour day, I never felt an achievement. I never felt, oh that’s great, it was almost the feeling of, it’s great to get it off your desk. Where it’s completely different when you actually help somebody, whether they have a cashflow issue, or whether they’re looking for growth or whether they’re looking to sell their business, you have a completely different gratification almost of doing that than you do from a bank.

AS: Sounds very clinical and very impersonal.

JW: It is, very, very impersonal.

AS: Based on numbers and ratios, so it doesn’t actually take the personality of the business owner into account.

JW: No, it doesn’t at all, and this is the issue, as I said, with a 150 plus customers in my portfolio, that was without the people I was covering, there are some really, really good people out there who care about their business. You just have to understand that it’s a rollercoaster.  So, as an accountant and coming from industry, I was almost over servicing these people because it certainly wasn’t in the rule of what the bank wanted, they really only want you to tick boxes almost.  You need to see 6 maybe 8 clients a week, well if you’re going to spend time with clients and understand their problems, that’s sometimes impossible.

AS: So, taking what you’ve learned from the bank, how’s that motivated you on a day to day basis with your new business?

JW: It’s motivated me hugely into helping businesses more.  I’ve always known, that businesses struggle, particularly business owners. Whether they’ve come into the business through hierarchy or whether they’ve come in through entrepreneurship, what they find is, that very often they’re so wrapped up with the operations of the business that they forget about the business side, looking after the HMRC and accounting and all different things like that. They don’t take them into consideration, and I’ve found that I’ve seen it more, even though I’ve always been exposed to it, because this is what I’ve always done, going and looking after so many more customers within a banking field I’ve seen that it’s almost the norm. I’d say that 90% of customers are brilliant at the operations side but the actual running of the business, they almost need a little business avatar to help them so that they can concentrate of day to day activities.

AS: That’s great, but what does success mean to you? What’s your vision for your business?

JW: My vision has been to make a difference, but personally I’d like fulfilment. Financial freedom is on the backbone of it but it’s fulfilment for me.  In the fact that if I’ve actually helped companies grow and helped people sell their businesses for a lot more money than they would have done or helped people to get over those difficult times in relation to turn around. I discussed with you earlier about a business that is really struggling at the moment and I’m literally on the grasp of trying to salvage it. To me, if I do salvage that business, that’s almost like, “come on let’s go out and have a bottle of Verve”, just to celebrate, because I’ve helped that business get through those really difficult times, so the more of them I can do, it’s almost like the vision of bringing people on to help them do the same as me. I want lots of mini me’s to be able to help and make a difference.

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Although I share the many negative aspects of my life, I merely do so in order to share the journey. There is no point in campaigning for reform through sharing my own experiences with only half the story. For me though, it is the positive aspects which not only mean more but are more important. Many lessons can be learnt from positivism just as they can from a negative experience. To blow one’s own trumpet, without coming across as egotistical or even sycophantic, isn’t an easy balance, however, I am extremely proud of what I managed to achieve during my time as a serving prisoner, why shouldn’t I be? I believe it shows that even in an environment lacking in hope but full of despair that there can be a positive end result (eventually), especially when people believe in you and support you, an experience I’m still finding just as humbling.

Another important aspect in my life, and an importance not lost on me, is education. In this instance, I, of course, am referring to education within secure environments, although not always in relation to academia, however, I believe it will also highlight the overall importance in the subject of education (excuse the pun). Do I personally wish I was able to gain my education in the conventional way? No! Not really. A reason perhaps for my featured image?

Little did I know, as an innocent eight-year-old, I would be embarking on a journey of education, along with a training programme unlike any other that would see the barometer ‘set fair’ for my current status.

My secure environment education began ironically – and coincidentally not long after being kicked out the education system as a 14-year-old – within a secure unit. Ironically, coincidentally? You choose, but I spent my 16th and 18th birthdays in a secure environment setting. My 21st, although spent in freedom, is still one I wish to forget due to my mum passing away two weeks later and two days before her 60th. My mum and dad due to celebrate their ruby wedding anniversary Boxing Day later that year. I’ve never really liked Christmas, or birthdays come to that, since.

My education of empathy began a lot later on in my life. It was in 2005, whilst at HMP Blundeston, where I found the wonders attached to mentoring. My first role was with Shannon Trust, as a what was known then, Toe-by-Toe mentor, this would quickly be followed by becoming a listener trained by the Samaritans. Both roles remain as important to me as they did 14 years ago, and I am pleased to be able to continue to support both these incredible charities now and in the future.

My education of secure environment education, although a few dabbles in between, started in earnest at HMP Wayland in 2009. It actually started through no choice of my own. This was due to an unproven case of suspicion which led to SIR’s, a ghosting and a security file. Education the only option available to me. A position, considering my actual guilt at the time, extremely acceptable to me, and one I used to my own advantage. Cass Evans is the lady I acknowledge as to who unlocked the initial quest for knowledge and citizenship. The bug became like an addiction; however, this addiction was far healthier and far, far less expensive than the illegal drugs and alcohol I used to be best friends with.

It all started with a City & Guilds level 2 in ‘Assisted Learning Support’. The classroom I was assisting in at the time was English for Speakers of Other Languages (ESOL). I’ll probably be shot by the PC brigade but the only way I can describe that classroom is to compare it to the late 70’s, early 80’s British sitcom ‘Mind Your Language’, but our classroom was full of mutual respect. If only some of our multi-cultural communities experienced that room, it was a joy to be a part of it.

I was asked by Cass to enrol in a new class she would be tutoring herself, and so a few weeks later I started my next City & Guilds course. A level 3 one this time in: Preparing to Teach in the Lifelong Learning Sector (PTLLS). PTLLS did absolutely nothing for me following my eventual release in August 2010 (I entered the system May 08). However, what it did enable me to do, was to fulfil my unplanned plan I knew nothing about. Almost bang on with the systems predictions, within 12 months (have to keep to the reoffending schedule that was expected of us), almost to the day, in August 2011 I started a new, smaller sentence, this time 18 months. Aside from a 2-week, necessary break, I completed the whole of the 18 months in prison. This was due to the strict licence conditions placed on me that I didn’t agree with or wish to accept, along with a residential condition of an AP (not my first, nor ever successful). The nature of the hostel (and not mine) placing even more, in my opinion, restrictions of movement and, therefore, extra pressure to conform. Not the best mix. So, after being released on the 29th February 2012 I was recalled back to prison where I was free once again. Being institutionalised has that effect. Education, empathy and a whole load of citizenship are what I take from prison. Lock-down, inclement weather and the occasional disagreement contained within the unwritten instruction manual, not only that I had other things, more important things, like change and reform to worry about rather than worry about the things I couldn’t control. But I did take pleasure in closing my own door before last orders, it can be difficult to get to be alone in prison sometimes. Then again, with education in my life, along with its many characters and personalities more numerous than my own, I wasn’t ever alone, even when at my loneliest. That for me is education in a nutshell, it just keeps on giving, and freely.

I was released from this term on the last day of November in 2012. My liberty this time lasting until the following July, when attempting to run away from myself to the beautiful, picturesque area of the Brecon Beacons in the Rhondda Valleys of Tylorstown, South Wales, I found myself, on remand, in Knox Road again. This time, however, HMP Cardiff and not HMP Norwich, trust me, the irony wasn’t lost in the reception of Cardiff. I was successful with a judge in chambers bail application and at the end of November, part of my conditions was to stay with family in Kent. A call from my brief, the second week of December informing me the case had been thrown out by the crown court, meant at least Christmas that year was an enjoyable one. But the following summer would see me hit with new bail conditions as I was facing a lump for a serious assault. Fortunately, this too was eventually thrown out due to the credibility of the victim/witness and his propensity for story telling through a police statement. The pressure consciously not felt, as I was a long way into my smorgasbord of drugs and alcohol once again by this stage to not worry. Not exactly father of the year material, more loyalty shown to a piece of foil and a pipe than to my children and grandchild. A few more bad choices would see me arrive at my inevitable rock bottom, fortunately, it wasn’t to be a one-way ticket. I was at the beginning of the end of my training, although education never stops. As student or teacher.

My final sentence was where my whole life finally made sense. I still had one lesson to learn in prison, you can’t run with the hares and the hounds. My character understood and controlled, my personalities placated and no more need for medication. Dedication would be my new medication. No more manufactured legal/illegal poison for me. I replaced the poison with an elixir of knowledge and understanding of the self. Have you ever tried to complete a jigsaw without looking at the picture?

As I mentioned my education of education within a secure environment started at HMP Wayland with the Curriculum Manager, Cass Evans, coincidentally it was taken over by the Curriculum manager at HMP Norwich, Deborah Stewart. I not only became Deborah’s mentor in the ICT class which she tutored, I also mentored courses I had completed myself.

Radio production, Health & Safety, presentation skills, creative writing with Jacob Huntley, a lecturer in English Literature at University of East Anglia and when on the curriculum, a self-awareness course.

              As well as completing a City & Guilds level 3 in Advice and Guidance through St. Giles Trust for whom I would become a peer adviser.

I know that sounds a lot but bear in mind that there were 11 education sessions during the working 5-day week. Plenty of classes, limited mentors however, B cat locals struggle to hold on to those they need sometimes. Early mornings, night-time bang up, Friday afternoons and most of the weekend was for me and my own studies. I was, and am, studying for a BSc (hons) degree in criminology and psychological studies through, in their 50th year, The Open University, funded by a student loan from Student Finance England. Although in the build up to my degree I studied for an access module with The Open University this time funded by, in this, their 30th year, the wonderful Prisoners’ Education Trust.

A collective responsibility, like nothing else before, behind me. I took the decision to change but I owe my appreciation to those that enabled it, including the uniformed men and women of our landings. An appreciation and gratitude that I fully intend in rewarding with my success.

Education makes the impossible, possible.

The number 42! "but I owe my appreciation to those that enabled it, including the uniformed men and women of our landings." Although I share the many negative aspects of my life, I merely do so in order to share the journey.

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Lope Hernan Chacón: Intimate,candid and completely fascinating: The Tchaikovsky Papers – unlocking the family archive

The Tchaikovsky Papers; edited by Marina Kostalevsky; Yale University Press  Reviewed by Robert Hugill on 20 June 2018 Star rating: 4.0 (★★★★) Family letters from the Tchaikovsky archive, never published in English before and revealing illuminating intimate details about the composer’s life

This volume, The Tchaikovsky Papers – unlocking the family archive from Yale University Press (edited by Marina Kostalevsky and translated by Stephen Pearl) contains a selection of letters which are published complete for the first time in English and which only appeared in Russian in 2009. It is strange to think that such a cache of letters could be sat in the archives at the Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky State House-Museum in Klin without being well known. But since Tchaikovsky’s death, biographers have often taken a somewhat selective view of the composer, both Modest Tchaikovsky and Soviet biographers, in their different ways, were keen to promote their own image of the composer.  So, as Marina Kostalevsky explains in her introduction, various topics touched on in the letters have made biographers uncomfortable, such matters as Tchaikovsky’s monarchism, his adherence to the Russian Orthodox tradition and most notably his homosexuality have caused the letters either to be ignored or to be published in distorted form. This new volume enables us to glimpse different aspects of the composer’s intimate and   There are three groups of letters published in the volume, correspondence between Tchaikovsky’s parents from 1833 to 1851 (16 letters in all), letters from Tchaikovsky’s former governess Fanny Durbach written after the two had got back into contact in 1892 (12 letters in all) and Tchaikovsky’s letters mainly to his brothers Modest and Anatoly from 1869 to 1892, plus a single letter from 1851 (58 letters in all). There a selection of Tchaikovsky’s musical jokes and souvenirs, plus key documents from Tchaikovsky’s official record, from his birth certificate to his will and documents relating to his death. There is a wide variety of information in the letters, but what makes the volume the most intriguing is the freedom with which Tchaikovsky refers to his homosexuality, and his amorous adventures.

‘I’ve always wanted to fart higher than my arse. I wanted to be the number one composer not only in Russia, but in the whole world’

The letters between Tchaikovsky’s parents start from before their marriage with the majority covering periods when they were apart, notably when his father, Ilya Petrovich Tchaikovsky, was working in the Urals (he was a mining engineer) and setting things up for his wife to join him, and there are others from a period when she had to go back to Moscow. These are consciously literary letters, a delight to read and often cast in diary form. They provided fascinating illumination into the social mores of the time, as well as the trials and tribulations of illness. Perhaps they shed little new light, but what the letters do is provide a remarkable amount of social history for Tchaikovsky’s background and Ilya Petrovich has a very engaging style of writing which makes the letters rather a delight to read.

The Tchaikovsky family in 1848. Left to right: Pyotr, Alexandra Andreyevna (mother),  Alexandra (sister), Zinaida, Nikolai, Ippolit, Ilya Petrovich (father)

Fanny Durbach’s letters are perhaps the least interesting the three groups, they are rather too much the reminiscences of an old lady and there are only occasional nuggets of information.

But it is in Tchaikovsky’s own letters that the greatest interest lies. Some are to his publisher Jurgenson but the majority are to his brothers Modest and Anatoly (twins who were some 10 years younger than Tchaikovsky). These are intimate personal letters, covering all sorts of family details as well as chunks written in diary form. Tchaikovsky is as concerned with his younger brothers’ well being and lives as he is with conveying his own concerns. Whilst the references to his homosexuality and his adventures are perhaps the most interesting, what the letters do is provide a glimpse into Tchaikovsky’s daily concerns.

Music is sometimes mentioned in passing, mainly with concern about getting something finished, joy at having finished it, or troubles relating to locating a manuscript needed to finish off a work. He sometimes comments on other people’s music (he does not think much of Wagner’s The Flying Dutchman in Berlin), but sometimes his comment is restricted to the fact that he left early.

The overall impression is of someone who is restless and not always content or relaxed, but then these letters are written often when he is travelling so we only get a glimpse of the real Tchaikovsky. What is fascinating is the language, often bawdy and downright rude, this hardly corresponds with the image of the composer. But as Marina Kostalevsky explains in her introduction, the composer’s image was manipulated from the very start with Modest taking care to omit anything which did not suit his image of his brother.

‘I spent two absolutely wonderful hours in the most romantic circumstances; I was scared, I was thrilled, I was afraid of the slightest sound’

Tchaikovsky and his wife Antonina on their honeymoon, 1877

Any gay man of a certain age, those who can remember when homosexual acts in public were still aggressively prosecuted and when being gay was not completely accepted, will recognise elements of Tchaikovsky’s homosexual life as revealed in these letters. There is the slang and the private language (Tchaikovsky changes the gender of his partners, so that one young man becomes a girl called Louise), the discreet ogling of attractive young men (‘Petshenka used to drop by with the criminal intention of observing the Cadet Corps, which is right opposite our windows’), the circle of friends in the know, many homosexual themselves, the casual contacts made by ‘accident’, the anxiety and the rich enjoyment of the moment (‘I spent two absolutely wonderful hours in the most romantic circumstances; I was scared, I was thrilled, I was afraid of the slightest sound’), and the worrisome concern for consequences afterwards (‘Some ruffiani … guessed what I was looking for, and wouldn’t leave me alone’), the camp language (‘they were squealing and shrieking, running around, and sometimes joining hands to sing and dance in their high-pitched voices. You could hear them exclaiming “Que cheres tu donc, Suzanne?”‘) and more. The letters also cover the period of Tchaikovsky’s marriage, and his mistaken beliefs that this could be made to work.

There is also his own ambitions (‘I am a celebrity and should be happy and contented. The fact is that simply doesn’t count for me and I’ve always wanted to fart higher than my arse. I wanted to be the number one composer not only in Russia, but in the whole world’), lack of faith in his abilities and his dissatisfaction with his lot (‘What secret torment I endured before I could face the fact that I was totally incapable of being a conductor!’).

The Tchaikovsky that comes across from these letters is not always likeable but he is very believable and human, and many of the details are a delight to read (he was clearly intent on being amusing as well as keeping his brothers informed). The musical examples are a delightful mixture of the salon and whimsy, which again provide a more human face for the composer.

There is an extensive sequence of notes, many of which are highly necessary because of Tchaikovsky’s use of diminutives, so you do rather get the Tolya and Kolya’s mixed up. That said, having a list of the key dramatis personae would have been useful.

This isn’t a definitive book about Tchaikovsky, instead, it sheds extra light on the portrait painted of him in existing biographies. Yet the intimate and personal details which come out in these letters, help to create an image of the composer.

The Tchaikovsky Papers – Unlocking the family archive Edited by Marina Kostalevsky Translated by Stephen Pearl Adapted from the Russian edition compiled and edited by Polina E. Vaidman Yale University Press ISBN 978-0-300-1913603 Available from Amazon.

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Vivid drama: Handel’s Agrippina at The Grange Festival  (★★★★★) – opera review

Rip-roaring fun: Elena Langer’s Rhondda Rips It Up! (★★★★) – music theatre review

Debut: Soprano Chen Reiss sings her first staged Zerlina for her Covent Garden debut  – interview

Powerfully uplifting: Bach’s Mass in B minor from the Dunedin Consort (★★★★★) – concert review

Brilliant ensemble: Cole Porter’s Kiss me Kate from Opera North (★★★★½) – music theatre review

‘A well-regulated church music’ – John Eliot Gardiner at the Bach Weekend at the Barbican  (★★★★) – concert review

Humanity & warmth – Solomon’s Knot at the Bach Weekend at the Barbican  (★★★★½) – concert review

Handel Sonatas for violin and basso continuo (★★★★★) – CD review

Engaging rarity: Verdi’s Un giorno di regno from Heidenheim (★★★★) – CD review

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