$#*! KIDS SAY shared by Creative Director Tim Palmer @fcbinferno , is a simple albeit powerful campaign for the @nspcc_official that combines children's weird and wonderful utterings with sinister, blurred speech that may mask abuse. A must watch, over on The Dots.
A big thank you to @easygym_liverpool for the help and support for Team Paradise with supplying us a bike so we can complete a 400 mile ride over the next few days to raise money for the NSPCC #easygym#exercisebike#400miles#nspcc#charity
The Alcatel family bundle. Get a 1 year subscription to Azoomee software when you take the Alcatel Pixi3 8 Tablet from o2. Azoomee proudly support the NSPCC and a donation is made to the NSPCC for every bundle sold through o2. Pop in and see us today for more information. #alcatel#azoomee#pixi3#nspcc#o2#donation
Excited for this run just around the corner now that I've received my t-shirt in the post!
Please support the NSPCC who look after and support vulnerable children; the official charity partner for The Color Run.
36km covered (new record!)
The Nomadic way of life continues to make more and more sense to me. When the living location stops being ideal they up and leave. There is no fuss. No permission needed. Their entire lives, their possessions, livestock and home (or ger) able to be shifted in one single swift move when the rivers run dry or the winter sets in.
And the valley that we passed through today must be nomad prime realestate. Gers were spotted like little pimples all across the picturesque landscape, the most green and lush we have passed through yet. I could actually feel a buzz in the air. As if overnight the seasons had finally changed from winter to spring. The sky was clear, a gentle breeze kept us cool all day, butterflies and bees danced around us as we took our breaks and healthy looking herds of cows, sheep and horses grazed without disturbance. The valley had an abundance of wells. A man pulled his car up to a well, pulled out a pump and hose, and rather than gathering water started high pressure washing his car. There is clearly no water restrictions in this part of the Gobi. I felt like I was in the happy part of a Disney film and Luke spread his arms out twirling in his best 'Sound of Music' Julie Andrews impression, the cheery theme song repeating in my mind all day. Spirits were high across the board and we embraced the decent first downhill run we'd had in a long time, passing tourists on their way to the dunes we had seen a few days before. It was nice to get to explain what we were doing to people who could respond in English for a change and give us energetic, understandable feedback.
This is a photo of my son Egbert; the boy that I fought hard to keep alive and well, until he died just over three years ago. He left a legacy of smiles and inspired numerous people to keep fighting for their own mental and physical health after seeing him maintain a sense humour in the face of adversity.
While he was alive I would have voted for the people who helped me, help him, and not the people who allowed him to suffer in pain and distress. None of the political parties acknowledges or addresses the issues we faced.
I now look out for political parties who will earnestly advocate for survivors of sexual abuse. When will the police federation, the NSPCC, NAPAC, UNICEF and politicians have the resources and courage to set out a clear, effective policy tackling the abuse of vulnerable children and adults (locally and internationally)? So far are none of the parties have been forthcoming and government has underfunded the police, social services, and mental health resources to the extent that they are overloaded and unable to cope.
Who has the courage and tenacity to fight these battles of ethics and find morally acceptable solutions?
The last of my many trips around the UK filming for @nspcc_official - Leeds this time. The children of Britain give me hope for the future and it's largely down to some very determined teachers. That's enough motorway for me though. Looking forward to sharing this film. #nspcc#speakoutstaysafe#thechildrenoftheworld
It would mean the absolute world if you could sponsor me and my mum. On the 10th June we will be doing a hike, bike and kayak 40k trek in the Lake District all in aid for the amazing charity #NSPCC who hep protect vulnerable children in the UK. It's all for a great cause and every pound and penny helps. Please follow the link in my bio
Some days there is just nothing really noteworthy to write about. Today was a day like that. It was eerie, the entire sky covered in haze and our plan of setting off an hour earlier didn't make a difference to surviving the heat. I guess the desert is just like any other day in life. Sometimes there's beautiful moments, sometimes happy or hard, sometimes there's a story and sometimes, not a whole lot happens. But for whatever reason we were all struggling in one way or another today.
The saving grace was camping right near a well so we could for the first time physically pour cool water over ourselves. This forgotten feeling of fresh water running over my body was the most invigorating sensation that woke me briefly from the daze that was day 34.
This place doesn't like to do things in halves. It's never just a pleasant warm day, it's scorching. It's never just a bit cool, it's snowing or hailing. And last night confirmed it's never just a nice light breeze, it's sand storms of biblical proportions.
Every flap and air hole was left open on the tent as we went to sleep last night in an attempt to catch any breeze at all. But there was not a breath of air. I waited outside until the last lick of sun disappeared at 9:30pm, wet my face, arms and legs in a bid to cool off and finally crawled in for some shut eye.
It felt like I'd been asleep for seconds when a ridiculous wind storm came out of nowhere carrying with it all the sand in the Gobi. Before we caught on, the tent was filled with sand and dust as Luke tried to shut everything in a sleepy fluster.
The Really Helpful Club are delighted to announce the inaugural family gala dinner in aid of Childline on Saturday 30th September 2017 at the Millennium Hotel, Mayfair, London. The evening will celebrate 30 years of Childline, and support their continued work.
The Dinner, aimed at families, will celebrate childhood and is one that all the family can enjoy, from parents to grandparents and children (12+). There will be something for everyone: dinner, dancing, an auction, a raffle with fabulous prizes and children's entertainment
Tables are for 8-12 people but if you cannot fill a table, we are very happy to help you. Please email Caroline@reallyhelpfulclub.com or telephone Caroline on 07850 586724 for bookings, assistance and queries.
Dame Esther Rantzen, Childline founder said: “I am delighted to be attending and supporting the inaugural gala dinner with The Really Helpful Club and Childline. This event is a wonderful opportunity to celebrate 30 years of Childline and to ensure that we can continue to transform the lives of thousands of children across the UK." We hope that you are able to join us and that we shall be able to, personally, thank you for your support #nspcc#children#charity#london#mayfair#charityevent#childline30 @nspcc_official @childline_official
Bright and early on Sunday morning I'll be running the Manchester Half Marathon in my NSPCC vest, can't wait! Having watched the BBC Drama Three Girls - it is perhaps more clear to me than ever before how important the safety and wellbeing of the children in the UK is. Just a small donation could help those still affected by abuse. Every Childhood is worth fighting for. #nspcc#manchestergreatrun2017 💚🏃🏅
Thank you to everyone who came along today for our #Eastbournesf17 Eastbournesf17 So far you have helped us raise £1002.10! Remember we still have activities running during the week, have a look at the time tables on the website and contact your chosen centre to book. #nspcc
BLOG - Mat Bennett - Day 34 - We can smell ours own stench
By 0530 the light has penetrated my tent and it's time to get up. Yesterday we decided that we would leave an hour earlier so that we could cover more distance whilst the temperature isn't as high. The sun was hidden behind a blanket of cloud but it's heat was still managing to radiate through. As we set off I was optimistic that we could be in for a nice walk, all we needed was the breeze to pick up and we'd have perfect conditions. My optimism was dashed after the first 14km, having dragged out carts over corrugated tracks. Such tracks can really wear you down as they have the ability to jolt your whole body around from the hips. There was still no sign of a breeze but it was getting hot. As we made our way from the 14km check point to the 26km check I noticed Luke's T-shirt. He had been sweating so much that it had dried and left huge salt marks...little did I know that mine had done the same. At the 26km check point we decided to lay up for an hour. Having been told that our rest point this evening was near a well, Elise and I made plans of an improvised shower, essentially dousing each other from a large bucket or drum. It seemed with a blink of an eye the hour was gone and it was the final push to the rest point. It was 1630 and I was cloaked in sweat. I alternated between hat, buff head wrap and nothing in a bid to deal with the sweat that was pouring from my forehead. After arriving and making camp, Elise and I set about having a shower. To help Elise I sat on a stool so that she could pour the water over me.....I can't begin to tell you how good it felt....after all it was 34 days ago that I had last showered!