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28th August 2009
HI
I am Dave from Canterbury, Kent in England origionally, born in Canterbury in 1957, this is my first post to my new blog.
I grew up in Canterbury as a boy I was firstly into Birds, ironic as to where I live now all these years later, I was in them days an avid egg collector as many young boys were of the time, My Fathers family were from South Wales as my Grandparents moved to the Kent colefields I believe in the late 1940's, we would go down to Wales, Abertillery and I remember it very fondly
we would make rafts and paddle around the lakes at Westbere outside Canterbury, we would hang by the legs at a sand quarry where the sandmartins would burrow their tiny holes into the sand to nest, we found sharks teeth in that sand which turned out to be millions of years old and are now if still there in the Beaney Library in Canterbury.
we would go egging over a large area of Farmland where I lived and used to get caught by the Gamekeeper Mr Ron Bean who later went onto to become my mentor, we would search for nests, we would find Goldcrests a really tiny pretty bird of the forests, as well as all sorts of birds.
I found cuckoos eggs, ring ouzel, nightjar, many of which are very rare in England today, we would go to Sandwich where there were Turns and you had to be very careful not to stand on the sggs amongst the shingle, we would spend the whole day from dawn to dusk out in the Kent countryside and I have fond memories of my childhood in this way.
So one day Mr Bean caught us and realised he wasnt going to get rid of us so he told me if I find a Pheasants nest or Partridge nest he would give us thrupence, (pre decimal) and any vermin such as Crows, Magpies nests we should bring him the eggs smashed or not and he would give us a few pence too.
So perfect at the start of the School summer holidays off I would go, normally alone as I was very keen in them days, as I am now actually, I would spend hours hunting down Magpies nests, listening for English Partridges and their nests were so hard to find but slowly I learnt and I was making a good few shillings over a summer, of course not telling my Dad as he would probably have made me buy my school uniform with it in them days.
I have been living here in Pattaya now for nearly 5 years and it has been quite something so I will tell you how it all started.
I had been a Gamekeeper in England for most of my working career up until about 2000, I packed in Gamekeeping as I had been through quite a bad time with it and had a relationship breakup.
So after many years in the English Countryside what was I to do then, I started by doing voluntary work with the deaf & disabled and then onto the Samaritans, I eventually became paid staff at the deaf & disabled centre, I completed the Samaritan training scheme & became a fully fledged Sam
I Listened to some amazing stories while on duty and some so so sad and some so so wierd, but I was as ever very contientious and got right into it going went on to run the Samaritan Listener scheme in the Prisons on the Isle of Sheppey in Kent.
The work with the Samaritans was fascinating and I learnt a lot about myself which helped me through a long drawn out bitter divorce, the reason it was so long & drawn out was mostly because my Daughter was young and I needed to be there for her.
So there I was getting right into the Prison work and meeting some real interesting guys and some real spooky types, of course when talking to every body from common thieves to murderers is natuarally interesting if your that way inclined.
I found it very easy most of the time to be a Samaritan, you dont really know fully the type of person you are until you do something like this and although my Mum was quite proud of what I was doing my Father wondered why I was doing it.
I would go there after being shown the ropes by Tom who had been running the Listeners for some time but he wanted to retire, 2 days a week, it was purely voluntary and only my Petrol money was reimbersed, I would enter security, get my keys and could almost go anywhere in the Prison & sometimes the responsability would make me shudder.
I would go to my pigeon hole to pick up any notes or letters and then follow them up to mostly the inmates who had requested to see me.