Saturday, 23 January 2010

Angelique Kidjo





Ten years ago I watched Angelique Kidjo on Jools Holland, she was irrepressible and her music was infectious. I went out and bought the CD AyĆ©. It was the first of many. Last night I went to see her live at the Glasgow Fruit Market as part of Celtic Connections. She is a mesmerising live performer with more humanity than the entire Simon Cowell showcase. 

This was music for a better world and it was interspersed with beautifully constructed short stories of her passion for improving the lives of children. She is a UNICEF ambassador and dedicated to many causes: eradicating disease and poverty, saving young people from unemployment and, in all of these she is a champion for Africa. 

She electrified the audience and danced her way around the entire hall of a thousand well-lubricated Glaswegians with the energy of a twenty-something, not a 49-year-old who had only managed 2 hours sleep before travelling up to Glasgow. There are some good YouTube videos of her doing similar concerts in almost every continent and even a slot on Jools Holland, Agolo. If you get the chance, go and see her. She has musical depth and rhythm but is also a very special voice for the sort of world we should all aspire to in these dark days of austerity and selfish populism.


At Celtic Connections

Ben Lomond

Towards the Arrochar Alps

Summit looking NW

Loch Lomond islands


Saturday 26 January 2010
1005metres of ascent, distance 12 km., 4hours 48minutes

Ben Lomond 974m, 2hrs 33mins


This was the first munro of the year after a long walk over the Menteith hills yesterday afternoon and then a late night at the Angelique Kidjo concert. Alan Geddes had phoned on Friday, he was staying at the Lake of Menteith for the weekend, and we decided to have an easy day on Ben Lomond (or Ben Lemonade as it was spellchecked when I sent a text to Gregor in the Andes). The hill was plastered with new snow when I peeked out of the bedroom window in the morning. We had a late start and there were lots of walkers ahead who traced a dotted line against the persil white slopes to show the route to the summit. I had spotted Mark's car in the car park and when we were halfway up he came bounding down in his nearly new PDSA Berghaus red jacket. (My last visit up Ben Lemonade had been just over 2 years ago with Mark. We had spent the morning cantering along the Aonach Eagach ridge in Glencoe and after a 2 hour drive round to Rowardennan in the afternoon we had set out at 4:00pm. It was Bonfire night and we watched some splendid firework displays from the summit on a perfect still winter's night. We were pleased with ourselves for attempting and enjoying such an absurd combination of hills.)  We spent a while recalling this and other crazy outings and generally catching up on life and gently steaming in the warm midday sun.

As Alan and I continued we emerged from the soft snow and the conditions became icy with ever increasing depths of snow above 600 metres. It gave me chance to put on my crampons for the final 150 metres of ascent to the sun kissed summit. The views to the west were stunning with light reflecting on the Arrochar Alps.  We had 15 minutes at the summit and I took photographs for various other parties before we started the descent.  The islands were like inkblots in the sparkling waters of Loch Lomond and we marvelled at the ever changing vista as the sun, sky and clouds mingled in a sort of celestial kaleidoscope. We were down by last light and home just after 5pm. A good start to the munro year and my right leg had stood up well  although still lacking the strength of its pair.










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Friday, 15 January 2010

Peer Reviews in Local Government


Between 1999 and 2005, I was the Scottish columnist for the Local Government Chronicle, writing a monthly piece on whatever was burning me up. I came across this article about Peer Reviews on the internet while preparing to act as an external assessor for some Best Value Audits. It made me think about what we had forsaken in setting up Best Value Audits and what I would really have liked to do after retirement.

The Improvement and Development Agency was set up by the Local Government Association for England in 1999. It was led by Mel Usher, a radical thinker who had been the Chief Executive of South Somerset Council and someone I knew through our involvement at the Local Government Research Centre at the University of Warwick. He devised a system of whole Council reviews for English local government that were carried out by a team of half a dozen people drawn from other councils, involving two Councillors, two Directors and a facilitator from the I&DeA. The theory was that, as insiders, we would be more likely to gain the trust of councillors and staff in a council than outside-led inspections that were seeking to grade councils. I was impressed by the concept and was asked to chair such a review for Poole in Dorset. The article below was published in the Local Government Chronicle on 30 March 2001.


"Some months ago, Steve Bundred, writing in this column, extolled the benefits of the Improvement & Development Agency’s local government improvement programme. It was fresh in my mind when I received a phone call asking me to participate in a peer review team.

Apart from the tribulations of travelling the length of the country on Virgin Trains, it was as transforming as Steve had suggested. I arrived at the hotel on Sunday to meet the review team, which consisted of two councillors, two directors, and our IDeA review manager. Team-building was facilitated by alcohol.

Spending a week with this council allowed us to collect layers of evidence through more than 50 meetings with 230 people – staff, partners, citizens and councillors. We were awestruck by how much had been achieved by a unitary council in just four years. But we also recognised areas for improvement that could not be easily identified or acknowledged from within the council.

We were privileged to witness the energy, commitment and public service ethos that was alive and flourishing across the 25 professions found in the authority. What other organisation has two-thirds of its staff qualified to degree level or equivalent, and the majority of staff are also customers and citizens? The quality of staff and commitment of councillors was a testament to the effectiveness of democratic accountability as a mechanism for the management of sustainable public services.

Innovation and change were evident throughout the complex organisation. It also coped with the constant visits from the various inspection agencies, some of whom overlapped with our visit. But we had the advantage of being local government insiders, and things were said that would not have been shared with government inspectors.

Scotland does seem to have an advantage here – we have an acknowledgement of diversity by the Scottish Executive, and we are allowed to diverge from the template without prosecution. This applies to best value as well, a recognition that this must extend over the public services if we are going to get better outcomes. 

The power of community initiative in England seemed toothless. Had it encouraged active citizenship or the community to be engaged in defining a vision and keeping the council and its partners under scrutiny? Extending democracy to the governance of all public agencies is surely one of the touchstones of community leadership.

But one thing is unfortunately the same across the UK. Where are the youngsters in local government? We have spent the past five years downsizing, retiring older staff and failing to provide the opportunities for the next generation. It would appear that this is typical of most councils.

How do we raise our game and image to make local governance a career for the 21st century? If IDeA’s peer reviews have a single message, it is that we are engaged in a remarkable industry which constantly learns, innovates and changes.

Sustainable local government needs to be refreshed with younger workers. How are we collectively going to do this? LGC could start by creating an award for the council with the highest proportion of under-25s – perhaps New Deal could sponsor it."

After my experience of a peer review, I argued for the remit of the I&DeA to be extended to Scotland. The I&DeA were keen, and one such review was carried out for the Highland Council. However, COSLA decided to set up its own Improvement Agency. At the same time, the introduction of Best Value Audits by the Scottish Executive was a shift towards a top-down inspection regime and a departure from the earlier recognition of diversity amongst councils. The Scottish Improvement Service decided not to focus on peer reviews, and the Best Value Audits took far longer and generally failed to impart the insider knowledge and goodwill that were such important components of peer reviews. It was just another step in the way the Scottish Government was using devolution as a one-way street to Holyrood and emasculating local government.


Thursday, 14 January 2010

The Perfect Day for a Bonspiel -8 January 2010

The perfect day
Sadly not a Bonspiel
Lake of Menteith at dusk
Brush, brush, brush
Lake Hotel


For 15 days, the temperature had been below zero and the Lake of Menteith had frozen over by the New Year. The early curlers, made brave by whisky, were out on the ice by 3 January and speculation about a Bonspiel was growing by the day. Conditions were well nigh perfect on both the 7 and 8 January but instead of the authorities focussing on what precautions should be taken to facilitate a Bonspiel the Royal Caledonia Curling Club, Central Scotland Police and Stirling Council evaded any positive responsibility and instead hid behind Health and Safety matters and the opportunity to stage the Bonspiel was lost. Roads would need to be cleared, shuttle buses from the nearby villages provided, traffic control in place and a clear statement about risk being a matter of personal responsibity.

The issues should have been addressed in a positive fashion starting in earnest at the end of December but the overly long festive break meant that most authorities were not back until 5 January. By this time there was no time or appetite for constructive discussions and, with the roads clogged with snow and the fear of recrimination, the decision not to proceed was the sad but inevitable outcome. But it is a lesson for everyone: focus on seizing the day not strangling a unique event in what were blissful conditions. Our ancestors knew how to extract joy and fun out of severe winters, oh that we were not so risk averse.

We did the next best thing and had an amazing afternoon sauntering across the Lake in this magical arctic winter.




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Sunday, 10 January 2010

Buchaille Etive Beag


Buchaille Etive Beag - Stob Dubh

Buchaille Etive Mor from Stob Dubh

Gregor on Buchaille Etive Beag - Stob Dubh
This post refers to a walk I made a year ago before the blog began, but given that I intend to complete another post-retirement Munro round, it will hopefully contribute to the complete record of all Munros.

Saturday, 3 January 2009

Ascent:       970 metres
Distance:    9 kilometres
Time:         3 hours 12 minutes  

Stob Dubh                   958m     1hr  25mins
Stob Coire Raineach   924m      2hrs 19mins

I had always intended to retire at some stage between 2008 and 2010. After a difficult year in 2008, when my father had died and work had become increasingly stressful, I had spent a day in London as a witness at an Employment Tribunal a couple of days before Christmas. The claimant had accused the respondent of giving me a damaging reference that led to her not getting a senior post following an interview. The reality was that she did not have sufficient experience and had performed poorly in the group exercise given to the candidates. She lost her case, but I had to read a 500-page report of her claim and spend 2 hours in the witness box. I did not get home until 1:30am. It reinforced my decision, made over the Christmas/New Year holidays, to retire in late June 2009. I had felt tired by the long hours of work and frustrated by the ever-increasing edicts and inspections from the Scottish Government. I had also been diagnosed as having atrial fibrillation by the GP over the holidays. I drafted my retirement letter and gave 6 months' notice when I returned to work on Monday. After 38 years of uninterrupted service with only a week off with a broken leg in all those years, it felt more like an earned freedom than a resignation. 

It was a perfect morning as Gregor and I left Aberfoyle at 9:00am, and the views on the drive to Glencoe were outstanding in the early morning light. Unfortunately, by the time we reached Bridge of Orchy, high grey clouds had begun to fill the sky, but the visibility remained good. It was a crisp winter morning with no wind as we started the walk at 10:45am with the temperature at -4°C. We followed the good path up the Lairig Eilde; there were patches of hard ice, but it presented no problems. We climbed at a good pace to the bealach at 760 metres achieved in just 45 minutes. We had overtaken a dozen walkers and Gregor had charged ahead, arriving 6 minutes ahead of me. We headed south for the summit of Stob Dubh first; it was hard-packed snow frozen hard, but we were able to use previous boot steps to climb the excellent ridge that gave stunning views across to Buchaille Etive Mor.

We had some coffee at the summit and soaked in the excellent views in all directions. We returned to the bealach and ascended the northern top, Stob Coire Raineach, which provides a balcony view over Glencoe. Gregor was charging ahead again, and we passed another 7 walkers by the time we had jogged down to the bealach for the third time and began the descent to the Lairig Eilde. Several difficult patches of black ice slightly slowed progress. We were down by 2pm and called in at Tyndrum for a roll and some chips to bring in the new year and celebrate my pending retirement. 

I wanted to spend more time on the hills and less time trying to fight the tentacles of Scottish Government controls and political shenanigans in the Council. I wanted to be in fine fettle to enter the next phase of my life, and I could sense that continuing on a diet of 70-hour weeks was not helpful.