Mayor of Worcester Blog

There is so much talent amongst the city’s young people but many of us just don’t get the chance to see it. I was part of a judging panel at Hollymount Primary School of kids reciting poems (from memory!) and reading a creative writing piece about the monarchy. This competition, organised by the Rotary club, was good last year but virtual. It was even better in person with the whole school sat in thrall to their peers.

I was delighted to see so much imagination and enthusiasm for the Worcester Carnival floats, undampened by the weather. The work and support given to these young people by parents, school staff and volunteer group leaders always fills me with admiration.

I was pleased, along with Cllr Riaz, to represent the city at the well-attended Memorial Service for Professor Michael Clarke. He may have been completely unknown to many people but he was very influential across a wide range of fronts not just in Worcester, but nationally – the Three Choirs festival, Birmingham Ballet, Local Government Training Institute are just a few amongst many others.

The tenth birthday celebration event for The Hive turned into a busman’s honeymoon for me, talking about archives with the mayoral chain on! In fact it had been while I was on archives duty that I had most the direct involvement with Michael Clarke in relation to the Elgar Archives, when he was at The Firs.

On Sunday I met fundraiser Klint Varndall, halfway through a marathon walk from Upton and back to raise money to help two children with Spinal Muscular Atrophy to visit Disneyland Paris

Then on Tuesday I chaired my first proper Council meeting, ever wondering if the ceremonial sword behind my head was once owned by Damocles.

The big ‘but’ in this week’s list is that I have tested positive for Covid, so to everyone who was at the events mentioned above, sorry if you got it from me. It has been a bit of a wake-up call that maybe things have got a bit lax, as cases are on the rise again. Masks, hand-washing, open air are again the order of the day in our house.

And huge apologies to those who I had hoped to meet this coming weekend, at the Commandery’s open air theatre, the Lord of the Rings exhibition in the Museum, and the Srebrenica memorial event on Monday, amongst others.

This week I was taken back to my childhood. The Regimental Parade, complete with ram, marked not only the Freedom of the City but also the end of 2 Mercian Regiment, now being amalgamated with the First Battalion. It was odd to meet so many soldiers with Lancashire regimental cap badges and to hear that the Mercians are currently stationed at Weeton Barracks, round the corner from where I went to school, was a surprise.

Then on Tuesday we attended a professional performance by final year pupils at RGS The Grange of what I can only describe as a fun musical ride through any London-based orphan story you care to mention. One bit caught my attention, a take on Gilbert & Sullivan’s Trial by Jury, which I had been in many years ago. By the way, I only got the two Dickens joke afterwards!

The pandemic robbed us of much of course, but Perrywood school did its best to make up for a few missing years with an extensive summer fete. In typical form, the rain lashed down on occasion, but spirits appeared undimmed, and there was always the human fruit machine to keep you entertained. Trust me, you had to be there!

I see one of the mayor’s main roles as welcoming new people and organisations to Worcester. One instance this week was to visit the UK distribution centre for Wellell, a global medical supplies group at the cutting edge of the caring side of the health business. Another was the Newmedica eye clinic, a partnership with NHS and Specsavers, relieving queues for cataracts operations on the NHS.

We must thank the Clothiers Guild of Worcester for their hospitality and entertainment. Celebrating 500 years as a trade guild, they represent the once thriving cloth industry of the city. A great tradition that founded churches, charities and schools; that established the corporation that is now the council, and is still involved in charitable ventures in health and education.

So far, my ‘openings’ have been somewhat traditional, but I cut the ribbon to Will and Julia Scott’s walled garden with a pair of shears! I wonder what they will let me cut next?

 

When I agreed to sing with the Ukelele Band on Saturday, raising funds for Pancreatic Cancer UK, I didn’t mean my choice of song to impact on the weather. That was a great shame as the all-day event to mark the centenary of Gheluvelt Park was pretty much rained off at lunchtime!

In the morning the Lord Lieutenant, High Sheriff, veterans, VIPs and the regimental ram braved the rain for a short service. We were very pleased to have Lady Lucy French with us as well, who is the great granddaughter of Sir John French who had been in command of British Forces at the start of the First World War. He was awarded Freeman of the City and opened the Park in June 1922.

As it was intended back then, Gheluvelt Park serves as a memorial and also a living green space in the heart of the community. Just a shame about the rain.

The military theme was updated with the raising of the Armed Forces Day flag on Monday, a brief ceremony attended by a number of veterans and public. On that day we remember not just those who have died but those still serving, and very importantly, their friends, families and the communities around them.

And taking of the local community I was really pleased to see so many old friends, work colleagues, representatives of local groups and organisations that contribute so much to the City, and mayors from around Worcestershire and beyond, at the annual Civic Service.

I can claim some credit for the choice of music, but not for its excellent presentation or delivery. Thanks also to the Cathedral authorities, especially the Dean whose sermon touched a number of significant issues for the city. As this is the Civic Service, for the whole council and not just its mayor, thanks are also due to the handful of councillors who were able to attend. I will be self-indulgent however,and thank the staff of the Bellingham care home that brought my Dad to visit for the day from Lancashire.

 

One of my charities, Severn Arts, has bookended my week with events on the west side of the river. The highlight has to be hundreds of primary school children from across the county coming together in the Arena for the Big Sing – a singing workshop culminating weeks of learning songs at schools to an audience of “very important stern-faced people”. Great to see young people inspired to work together through music and song.

The Jubilee party at Christopher Whitehead’s on Saturday was also full of music, choirs, ukeleles, bongo drums, ice cream and a bit of “Kaos”. The wind proved a challenge for the plastic hats and please don’t ask me to count a band in on time again! Fun for all in the community, young and old.

Talking of old, for anyone of my age or more, the 1980s was an interesting period of political change in UK society and we marked the 40th Anniversary of one of the more significant events, the war with Argentina over the Falkland Islands in the South Atlantic, last week. A short commemorative service at the Guildhall was attended by representatives of the Armed Services and included not only at least one veteran of the war but also some residents from the Islands who were visiting Worcester.

Finally, if anyone sat outside the Exchange in the Cornmarket on Sunday night wondered what was going on, let me tell you! Old St Martin’s Church was having its new communal garden dedicated along with the gates to the churchyard. OSM is 250 years old this year, one of many Georgian church rebuilding projects, and had lottery funding to help revive and re-establish green space at the back. This area is one of great historical significance and the church once ran a parish as far east as Spetchley, beyond what was then the City Wall and the St Martin’s Gate, roughly where the car park is now. Church attendance may not be everybody’s thing these days but St Martins is open to the whole community and this area of the city has long welcomed traders, migrants, musicians, travellers and revellers. And still does.