New website for Sgath an Tighe…

I have spent much of this weekend working on our new website for all things Sgath an Tighe. I hinted at a possible change of direction for the family recently- well here it is made real in cyber space!

Eventually this will be a portal for a number of different things happening in or around out house-

  • Self catering accommodation (already available)
  • B and B accommodation (still a work in progress)
  • Craft workshops (Blue Sky programme is on the website)
  • Crafts- woodworking, pottery, all sorts of other things
  • Retreats- both in the house and wilderness retreats
  • Photography
  • Writing
  • Information about our lovely area
The website is still under development, but there is a lot there already. I have used a wordpress platform, which has not been without the odd frustration, but is mostly OK, even to a relative novice like me.
Call by and let me know what you think!

Is there hope for Evangelicalism yet?

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10-15 years ago, when I was attending a fairly large Evangelical Church near Preston- more or less everything this church seems to stand for, I would have celebrated enthusiastically. I loved the Church I attended, and the wonderful people it contained (I still do) although I felt considerable frustration about how isolated we were from engagement with real need in our communities.

Although to be honest, I spent most of my time behind an instrument of one sort or another, so my rhetoric did not necessarily match my actions.

As time went on, these frustrations grew- it was ever more obvious to me how Church can suck you in then suck you dry, and how activists within church spend all their time serving the machinery of the church, with little room left for anything else.

These days, I suspect that there would be a lot about Frontline Church in Liverpool that  I would struggle with- in terms of theology, world view and underlying culture. Not to mention the politics.

But I am grateful that there are places like this still.

Grace factories.

And although grace can not really be manufactured, where people are motivated by their faith towards acts of love- then we should rejoice…

As John Harris puts it in the Guardian-

The next day I meet a former sex worker, now apparently off drugs, set on somehow starting college and a regular Frontline worshipper. “I was a prostitute and a drug addict for 11, 12 years – maybe more,” she tells me. “God is so forgiving – he wants me to win.” Wider society, she says, is “too judgmental … it’s: ‘That’s a prostitute, that’s a drug addict.’ They don’t want to know.” And how has the church helped her? “Oh, it saved my life,” she shoots back. “I would be dead if it wasn’t for this church.”

A question soon pops into my head. How does a militant secularist weigh up the choice between a cleaned-up believer and an ungodly crack adict?

On being uncertain of place…

I liked this quote (via Emergent Village.)

I think it is true- whilst wondering at how easily it is to fall into a place that is cushioned and safe- particularly if (like me) you are rather too used to the feeling of being an outsider- strange in the midst strangers…

When I reflect back on my life so far, many of the most pivotal moments have occurred around tabernacle-like events: a surprising conversation that changed the course of my life, a chance encounter with a person who would became a lifelong friend, or a memorable moment when my imagination was stirred by a divine whisper that would sustain me through dark times ahead.

It’s no accident that these liminal experiences so often occur when we are far from home and in the company of strangers. We are generally more open to the movement of the Spirit when we are uncertain of our place.

Mark Scandrette

A few photos of our annex…

Here are a couple more snaps of our annex– we are still sorting out a few more bits and pieces (first guests the week after next!) slowed down somewhat by me being flat out because of a back problem most of this week.

I will post a few more when we have completed our tidy up.

It is attached to our house, but totally self contained. Downstairs there is a kitchen (with washing machine), a lounge with an open fire, while upstairs there is a double room, and a room with two bunk beds. I’ll post some photo’s when I get around to taking them!

The annex is within our garden- complete with chickens and veg beds, and a large table and chairs that you are welcome to use should the sun be shining. Which it does sometimes honest!

We charge £250 a week, inclusive of gas and electricity.

Father Ray comes out…


I have been thinking a little about this issue again recently- partly because of the film above, but also because sexuality is a subject that always seems to get people in the church steamed up.

The other day, my nephew Josh posted a link on FB to this organisation in America- Truth Ministry- Healing From Homosexuality Through Jesus Christ.  Josh was not particularly complementary- and I have posted about my feelings in relation to these ‘ministries’ before- here and here for example.

The root of all this has nothing to do with therapy- and little to do with ministry- rather it is all to do with how we understand scripture.

Father Ray seems a decent bloke- although the film above (despite his stated wish to avoid controversy and upset) was clearly made as a political statement by a man who is not averse to risk taking. It does humanise the debate again though- which is something I am a lot more comfortable with than trying to make rigid theological arguments.

I wonder when this will all be behind us? I think it will be one of those things that we (the Church) will look back on and wonder how we got so steamed up about it all.

A day of mixed blessings…

We had a lovely day yesterday- on the whole.

We were up and away on the 7 AM ferry because Michaela, Emily and Danielle participated in the Race For Life which took place on Glasgow Green- a 5K run/walk in aid of cancer research. Michaela walked- taking around 40-50 mins, Emily and Danielle ran and took around 25 mins. Well done!

It was a bitter sweet moment- as everyone running had the names of people on their backs- survivors and sufferers of cancer, and people no longer with us. We remembered most Michaela’s step father Robert whose died just over a year ago.

Unfortunately, whilst standing around and NOT running, my back suddenly went into spasm. It may have been some kind of empathetic response to all these thousands of exercising women, or it could have been associated with a hard day of DIY the day before.

I managed to hobble back to the car and take a handful of pain killers, but our next destination was Edinburgh, where Will and I were due to play a cricket match against a Royal Botanical Gardens Cricket Club side- an old fixture between our clubs, competing for our own little ‘Ashes’ urn.

When we arrived I could not get out the car- but I then did manage to free up a little- and being the first match of the season that has not been rained off, I was really keen to play, so out I went. Movement helped, and I managed to send down a few overs of arthritic wrist spin- 4 overs, no wickets for 12 runs. Beat the bat a few times, took an edge that was missed.

On the whole we got tonked- they rattled up 176 off 40 overs.

I went in to bat at number 4 with 40 odd to our score- not looking good. I blocked out the pace man whose tail was up and then took guard against a spinner, eyeing up a short boundary. I let the first one go by, but then had a go at the second- a bit of a stiff-back swing at one that kept low and under edged on to the stumps. Out. Blast.

William went in at number 6- and fared rather better! He looked very small- the youngest player by far. Campbell was batting well at the other end, and had a chat between each over- instructing Will to block out the bowlers- which he did, for around 5 overs- finishing with one run, but a whole lot of respect from the opposition! Even if he did put his Dad to shame.

We lost by the way- making around 120 all out.

Finally, we met my brother Steve, his wife Kate and wee Jamie and went for a meal- before catching the last ferry (midnight) home.

This morning we all slept in- kids late for school. I can barely move, so my plan to go walking with Simon is done for. But it was a good day. Full of good people.

And cricket.

Holiday accommodation- our annex…

I spent today repairing and painting the door to our annex, along with a load of other jobs today.

We are slowly improving the annex- it has been used for longer lets over the past few years, but we decided that it would be good to offer it for use as holiday accommodation.

I put up a TV aerial too,so we could install digital TV- it is strange how installation of television somehow makes a place feel more established- more home like…

If you are looking for accommodation in the West of Scotland, then you might be interested in in our cosy annex.

The area around where we live is stunningly beautiful- check out the Visit Cowal website. Or check out some of the photos on my flickr site (on the left of this blog.)

It is attached to our house, but totally self contained. Downstairs there is a kitchen (with washing machine), a lounge with an open fire, while upstairs there is a double room, and a room with two bunk beds. I’ll post some photo’s when I get around to taking them!

The annex is within our garden- complete with chickens and veg beds, and a large table and chairs that you are welcome to use should the sun be shining. Which it does sometimes honest!

We charge £250 a week, inclusive of gas and electricity.

You would be welcome…

Looking forward…

I have spent a lot of time over the last year or so looking forward. Dreaming of new things, hoping for new directions, making little steps towards…

I am not sure where it has left me- there are a few balls still in the air that I am juggling- but it has left me a little short of energy for NOW.

I am am a dreamer- a looker towards the far horizon. When things happen for me, I am often not fully satisfied- partly because I am  too critical of things I have done, but also because I tend to continue to look at things from a certain distance. There is the me who is here, but also the me watching from over there.

This will make sense to some of you- others will think I am bonkers.

But as anyone who has spent time in any kind of therapy will tell you- the measure of its effectiveness will be the degree to which we are fully present- fully within the moment.

As anyone who has tried to live a contemplative/spiritual life will tell you- cynical objectivity is no route to any kind of enlightenment.

So one of the things I try to consciously put myself to is an awareness of NOW. Some things help me do this- Michaela, poetry, wild places, music with Emily, cricket with William.

But I all too easily lift my eyes again- the horizon is calling. It is not that I do not love the things/people I live with- it is just that there is this pull towards something else- even when I struggle to define what this something else might be.

Today has been a case in point. I spent a lovely day with Michaela- she had to go to hospital for a scan, and so we took a drive to Balmaha on the shores of Loch Lomond and became tourists for the afternoon- walking in the bright sunlight, eating ice creams.

Days like these- moments like these- are precious.

 

Lessons from Winterbourne hospital…

I have just watched last night’s Panorama programme on the i player.

The story is splashed across the news- a private hospital, run by Castlebeck (an organisation I know reasonably well) was visited by an undercover reporter, and in 5 weeks, abuse was captured on film that beggars belief.

Support workers behaving like a mob, led by a tattooed gang leader, using casual violence to whip up incidents to relieve boredom.

Vulnerable people treated like cattle. Punishment masquerading as restraint. Cold showers, dangerous physical restraint, a total lack of meaningful activities.

Anyone watching this who has not spent time in institutional care will wonder how on earth something like this could happen. Anyone who has will feel both sickened and yet unsurprised.

The culture of any institution can easily skew towards the darker sides of humanity- as demonstrated so notoriously by Zimbardo’s Stamford prison experiment. Some things will make this more likely-

  1. Poor leadership- in this case the senior nurses appeared passive, weak and complicit with the worst abuses, even if not active participants. Leadership in this case needs to set deliberate agendas of care and kindness- as well as deliberately placing the people cared for at the centre of everything that happens.
  2. Poor recruitment/retention of staff- in this case, Castlebeck pay support workers paltry £16K a year, and I suspect had a very high turn over. Those that stayed became affected by the toxic culture. The best would not stay.
  3. Poor model of care- why on earth we still need places like this is beyond me. I have made some placements to other Castlebeck institutions- they are incredibly expensive (around £3000-£5000 a week) and are often a placement of last resort for people who we have no other way of keeping safe. When things get this far it simply means that we have failed. Castlebeck and other organisations like them are care factories, with profit margins carefully squeezed. They have high sounding mission statements, but little incentive to invest in real change for people they care for.
  4. Poor alternatives- the cost of care is so high, and every where local authorities are being forced to cut budgets. Because of this, community based options are hard to find, harder to finance and tend to be oversubscribed. So we are forced to consider Castlebeck- often because other options have failed, and we have no choices left.
  5. Poor regulation- I have seen inspection reports and care commission reports describing in glowing terms establishments I would not send a dog to. Reports that focus on trivial matters such as the condition of curtains rather than the more difficult to measure atmosphere of warmth and cheerfulness that the best places exude. In Scotland, the care commission has been reduced- in size and effectiveness.
I have had my own experience of working in toxic situations. They are not so uncommon really- for all of the above reasons. Here are two examples-
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My first job was in a Childrens Home in Nottinghamshire- since demolished. It was a violent, scary place- with riots, abuse and physical restraint commonplace. The Officer in Charge was a powerful woman who ruled the place (staff and residents) with her fists. I was 21 years old, fresh from studies and had no idea what I was letting myself in for. I vividly remember carrying a screaming, biting swearing scratching 10 year old boy to his bedroom in an attempt to calm him down, and throwing him onto his bed. He was not hurt in any way (whilst I was covered in scratches and bruises) but I was mortified at my lack of control, and how acceptable such things could become in environments like this. It was time to get out- which I did as soon as possible. I was very relieved when the home closed shortly after I left.
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Fast forward a couple of decades, and I am now a social work manager, visiting a resources allocation meeting in another area in order to try to gain access to some funds for a service user we are working with. The room was full of about 7 other people- senior member of health and social work, who have the responsibility for making decisions about how to allocate funds. The atmosphere was sneering, cynical and disrespectful of ever person discussed- each of whom appeared to be regarded as a scrounger who was trying to pull a fast one. I was so appalled that I raised the issue with my line manager in supervision- a mistake as it turned out, as he ignored the supposed confidentiality of this discussion and used it to fight his own political battles, leaving me to deal with the damage to professional relationships. And nothing was changed.
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When we are paid to care for other people, we can easily lose sight of the fact that people are beloved, beautiful and made in the image of God. It becomes hard to hold on to our values and our passion.
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It becomes hard to remember that the greatest we can aspire to is to love. Particularly in the drudgery of it all. But without this, we are lost.
Perhaps the greatest problem with Winterbourne and places like it, is the fact that wider society places such little value on the care that is provided, and on the individuals it is provided to.
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So- well done BBC. May this bring about some real changes.

Sharon Shoesmith wins her appeal…

I do not often write about my day job on this blog. You could say that I am usually keen to leave it behind and think about other things. But I have been a social worker for over 20 years now- during a time when social work in the UK has changed dramatically.

One thing that has remained rather constant however has been the fact that the profession of social work is an easy target for media witch hunts- who portray us as a bunch of vegetarian, liberal, arty-farty, moralising layabouts who interfere in peoples lives for fun. They damn us if we do interfere and lynch us when the view is that we do not interfere enough. It is a familiar whinge in any staff room.

And in response to this kind of pressure, politicians have increasingly turned to regulation as a means of dealing with all aspects of social care. Regulation and performance targets have crept into everything that we do- supported by all sorts of recording systems.

I have always worked within mental health services, and increasingly, my staff have little time to put to what we used call ‘social work’- the soft therapeutic activities, community work and capacity building that we valued so highly. These things simply do not give outcomes that are measurable and so justifiable in the current climate.

At times, the pressure to cope with both the demands of the system, and the pain and distress of real people in crisis can be overwhelming. This might be a difficult thing for people outside the system doing other kinds of work to understand- but on a personal basis I have known countless colleagues suffer different kinds of emotional and physical breakdowns- few people manage to sustain front line social work beyond their 40’s, and in America, CNN announced that social work was about the most stress full job you can do.

Here are a couple of quotes I have used before. They date from 1998, but believe me, nothing has changed- and the current financial crisis in Local Authorities has made things worse.

“Modern social work is in a state of crisis. It has always been a profession towards which society has displayed ambivalence and it is now grossly underfunded and understaffed. Tragedies and subsequent vilification of social workers and their managers are reported with increasing frequency. The profession attempts to function in an environment of obstructive administrative ‘systems’, … severe financial restrictions and conflicting demands …” –Davies, p. 9, Stress in Social Work (1998, Jessica Kingsley Publishers).

“Because they deal in actual and emotional injustice, and actual and psychic injury, the reality for social workers much of the time is that while they may bring about some relief or improvement, the most that they may hope for is some damage limitation, particularly in areas such as child abuse and criminality.” –Davies, p. 19, Stress in Social Work (1998, Jessica Kingsley Publishers).

One thing that highlights the state of the profession as much as anything are the fairly frequent media outcries that surround tragic events involving the death of children or vulnerable people who are known to social work. The most infamous one in recent years has been the death of baby Peter Connolley at the hands of his mother and mothers boyfriend. It is a dreadful story that breaks your heart- a tiny boy whose whole life was characterised by pain and neglect, leading to his eventual death before his second birthday.

Inquiries revealed systematic failures on the part of social work, health and police. I wrote a lot about this at the time- see here and here for example.

Very quickly the story centred on the head of social work for the council responsible for Peter’s care- Sharon Shoesmith. She was previously regarded as an extremely competent and committed leader, praised by regulatory bodies, but now she had no chance. Trial first by media, then subjected to a shameful personal attack by government minister Ed Balls, and finally sacked by the council with next to no chance to defend herself. There were several other dismissals of workers after this event. Interestingly enough, despite all these contacts-

78 contacts with health workers, doctors, social workers and police
2 health visitors
3 doctors
1 mental health worker
1 policewoman
4 social workers
1 family friend;
1 childminder
10 hospital visits (to at least 3 hospitals)
4 visits to clinic
5 parenting classes (the last two weeks before his death)
Seen by GP 14 times
Seen by health visitor 7 times
Mother seen by mental health worker 4 times

…despite all these other agencies being actively involved and in a position to raise concerns that might have saved the life of this child, not one single worker from the other professions has been dismissed. The report was equally critical of both the health department and police- who had a joint responsibility to protect.

Perhaps this is for good reasons- I am not party to the facts of how individual workers performed their roles, but I do know a lot about how these large bureaucratic institutions work- how there are always a hundred demands for your attention, and how responsibility easily becomes diluted in the mess and pressure of it all.

I wrote a lot about my feelings about this at the time- here and here.

Since this event, the numbers of children removed from the care of their parents and injected into the all ready over pressured  child care system have doubled. There has been no public debate about this- in terms of whether this is desirable, whether the outcomes for our children are better, and whether the resources needed to achieve good outcomes are readily available (they are not.)

Well, today Sharon Shoesmith won her case in the Court of Appeal against her dismissal. I am not all surprised- I predicted she would win in my earlier post. The BBC’s account of how the case was won is here– it makes devastating reading.

In parliament, David Cameron launched a surprise attack on Prime Minister Gordon Brown, who some say had not been well enough briefed.

Within minutes of their exchanges, a government minister was on the phone to the leader of Haringey Council George Meehan asking if he was going to suspend Ms Shoesmith. He refused.

Ed Balls had a completed serious case review on his desk, outlining the many mistakes and problems involved in the care of Peter Connelly.

But, apparently to head off a growing storm, he ordered another review led by Ofsted to look at safeguarding practice across the health agencies, police and children’s services in Haringey.

He demanded its inspection and report be completed in three weeks, an unprecedentedly short time for a process usually taking four months.

Normal procedures were dispensed with including the opportunity, usually given, for children’s services departments and their senior officials to read a draft report and challenge provisional findings.

During the inspection, the Sun newspaper delivered a petition and tens of thousands of letters to Downing Street, demanding Ms Shoesmith’s removal, with Mr Balls agreeing to be photographed receiving them gratefully.

Ed Balls has defended himself (here) and the government intend to challenge the decision. Balls seems to be saying that he (as minister) should be able to act as he thinks fit- in this instance, this amounts to ignoring employment law.

But the bottom line is this- the mess of wonderful humanity that makes up our societies will always contain dark secrets. Bad things will be done to innocents by damaged and despotic people. Sometimes, despite our best efforts, these things will not be preventable.

Sometimes we will make mistakes. These will be both systemic, organisation mistakes, and by individual workers in all the different professions. We need to learn from these experiences- and recognise the resource implications- in terms of training, money, personnel. Increased regulation will not achieve improvements alone.

To blame one profession (and individuals within it) in a knee jerk and blind fashion will not in any way contribute to the protection of children- if anything, it will make things worse. It will reduce the pool of talented individuals who want to do the job, and populate the social care machine with risk averse automatons whose role is to meet narrow performance targets and to restrict liability wherever possible.

Sometimes I think we are there already- but then I see a moment of real grace and kindness involving one of my colleagues, and I hope again…