122 Admiral Collections
‘A recent study carried out by the FSB discovered that 4 million companies are established a year in the UK, 315 companies go bust every week’
Admiral Collections provide a number of services to assist small to medium sized businesses in maintaining a healthy cash flow a crucial element of business life.
As well as collecting one off debts for clients, Admiral Collections also offer a credit management service for businesses who understand the need for credit control but cannot warrant employing a credit controller even on a part time basis. Clients range from businesses less than a year old right up to businesses that have been established for a number of years. Each client is treated individually and credit management packages are tailor made to suit the needs of their particular business.
With over 18 years experience in debt collection, Admiral Collections achieve results and if they dont you don’t pay a penny. They aim to collect any one off debt passed to them within 7 days of instruction and testimonials to their services can be fouind on their website: www.admiralcollections.com
Committed to helping your business grow and succeed!
For a free, no bligation consultation call Nichola on 0870 850 2524
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121 Falcon Internet Ltd
Falcon Internet Limited serves both home users and business users for Internet related products and services including:
- Broadband ADSL / SDSL
- Leased Lines and Data Connectivity solutions
- Data Backup
- Web Hosting
- Web-based email solutions
- Wireless Home Networks
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Falcon Internet Limited
Customer Services: 0700 631 8762
Sales and order enquiries: 0700 630 8762
Email: customerservices@falconnet.co.uk
Website: www.falconnet.co.uk
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117 Craft Monkeys
Crafty parties for your little monkeys. 3 hour sessions of creative fun with many projects to choose from. Our team of Craft Monkeys will come to your home or venue, set up and clear up the mess. Protective clothing and all materials are supplied as well as a gift for the birthday boy or girl and prizes for the best creations.
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Craft Monkeys
24 Rowan Green East
Brentwood
Essex
CM13 2ED
Tel: 01277 230769
Mob: 07747 846356
Website: www.craftmonkeys.co.uk
Contact: Clare Mackaness
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116 CreaCom Design
CreaCom Design is your integrated web design, graphic design and print partner based in Inverness shire in the Highlands and Islands.
We work with you to create something unique. What’s more, we are committed to delivering high quality service that will bring your business the success that it deserves.
At CreaCom we specialise in a full range of graphic design, web design, marketing and print services. From logos, flyers and catalogues to conference stationery and business cards. Whether you need a small brochure style website of five pages or a forty page detailed site with e-newsletters, forums and e-commerce – we will deliver the right solution at a tailor made price.
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CreaCom Design
Tel – 01349 853 003
Web - http://www.creacomdesign.com
Mail – contact@creacomdesign.com
Contact – Jacqueline MacDougall
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115 Inverness Print
Inverness Print is the premier online printing services in the Highlands and Islands.
Inverness Print offers businesses in the Highlands high quality litho printing at affordable prices. The website allows user to order print 24/7. Working in association with a Highlands based design agency means that businesses will be able to combine first class print and stunning designs.
Inverness, the Highlands and Islands in general are developing at amazing rates and a lot of companies are trying to get on the map up here. Marketing and advertising is essential to any business, but unfortunately is often perceived as expensive. We aim to bridge the gap for companies of all sizes and budgets by offering premium print at affordable prices
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Inverness Print
Tel – 01463 898 197
Fax – 08712 426 712
Mail – info@invernessprint.com
Web - http://www.invernessprint.com
Contact – Christele Ance
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114 COX Virtual Office Solutions
Administration and paperwork are an essential part of any business, but keeping up-to-date may keep you from doing other important tasks, like doing the work that your business exists to carry out. Nowadays many small and medium sized companies choose to outsource their administrative work to minimise costs and to release them to be able to work on growing their own business. Developments in modern technology have made using virtual assistants a viable, cost-effective solution for many organisations, and we will work with you wherever you are in the world.
Cox Virtual Office Solutions works with you on the tasks you want to outsource, but leaves you to get on with what you know best - running your business.
Every client’s needs are different and we tailor our solutions to suit your exact requirements. Please visit our website to find out more about the solutions we offer.
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COX Virtual Office Solutions
29 Crabtree
Peterborough
PE4 7EG
Tel: 0845 226 5978
Email: enquiries@coxvos.com
Website: www.coxvos.com
Contact: Lynn Cox
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113 Tintagel Castle
Tintagel Castle
Cornwall
by Marilyn Barnicke Belleghem M.Ed.
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I hear the excited voices of my companions exclaiming; “We are here!”
The sign at the town limits of Tintagel has slid by as I awaken from my slumber. Aware of a pain in my neck, I come fully awake. I roll my head to stretch my muscles and glance at my watch. We have been driving for over two hours without a stop and that was at a derelict gas station in the middle of nowhere. I chose not to use the facilities there but some of my companions who were more desperate for a toilet did. Our last food was over five hours ago.
Driving into the car park for castle visitors we see through the misted windows that the only choice we have here is either a chip wagon or no lunch. What is Sally thinking?
The pubs are long since closed. This is not Canada and there are no burger joints with brightly coloured signs and drive through windows open twelve hours a day. Tension in the van is high. At least it has stopped raining.
Sally, our guide, directs our driver to explore the town in search of somewhere to eat. After driving past several closed places she points to a deli and fish and chip shop and tells Tom to park. The white pub we passed about one o’clock in the moors would have been a much more appropriate stop than this deserted cafeteria-style shop in the middle of the afternoon.
Catching the proprietor dozing when we arrived with our lunch orders, he tells us it will take awhile to get the fryer heated up. Sally is impatient with the delay. She is concerned that access to the castle will close before we get there. We are all insistent that we want to eat.
The food is hot and tasty. I feel much better than I did half an hour ago. I feel my blood sugar increasing and my attitude is becoming more optimistic.
Returning to the car park, Sally directs us to follow her to walk to Tintagel Castle. Calculating the time difference between Britain and Canada, I quickly try to make a call home to my family on the pay phone located just before the path descends toward the shoreline. It will be Saturday morning and I can envision my home and garden and the phone’s ringing. I am not able to get an international line. Disappointed, I plod along the packed earth path the others have taken to the castle. I let an unexpected tear roll down my cheek unchecked. I am homesick. It is spring and if I were there I would be planning to work in my garden as I sip my morning coffee on the patio.
As I head downward, I keep my head lowered so the people coming toward me do not see my tears. I walk slowly to give myself time to regain my composure. The walk down through the river valley with the sea in the distance is easy going and I breathe the clear ocean air deeply into my lungs. I feel invigorated after the stale air of the van. Passing vendors, I barely look to see their wares, determined to shift my mood before reaching my group.
The path flattens for a short distance before climbing up to the remains of castle gates. I quicken my steps and lift my chin. The words my husband often uses, flash through my mind.
“Keep your chin up!”
I smile at the familiarity and helpfulness of the phrase. I feel his affection in the memory of his encouragement. With a warm smile consciously placed on my face, I step through the gates to find myself on a high edge of a cliff that overlooks the sea and a magnificent towering island. It is separated from the mainland by about fifteen feet. This is the site on which the legends say King Arthur was conceived and born. The ruins of Castle Tintagel create a dramatic silhouette against the sky.
My memory is in full vision of the words from the stories by Mary Stewart and Marion Zimmer Bradley. I have read about storms and horses, love and passion. My immediate thrill of the expansive view is cut short as Tom calls my name and I realise he is reciting one of his long speeches on the history of this place. I do not want to give him my attention.
I play stories in my mind based on what I have read and re-created in my fantasies of a long ago time. I want to daydream my own visions and feel the energy of this place first hand. I do not want to stand and listen. I position myself at the edge of the group. Only half listening, I scan the vista. Barely tolerating the drone of his voice, I stay put as long as I can, then I edge away.
I wander alone down the very steep steps holding fast to the railing so as not to lose my footing on this precipice. I am filled with a tense excitement that draws me right down to the beach.
I look back up the cliff and see many of my companions scattered along the steps making their way down to the sea. A few other tourists are on the beach but it is virtually deserted. I stand at the edge of the water and smell the salty damp air as I breath deeply. I am feeling invigorated!
There is a cave to my left and I tingle with anticipation as I move along the beach and into the massive stone vault. The rocks are wet and dark and the opening goes straight under the island. Moving into the shadows, I realise that it is an archway and not a closed cave. Enormous waves of the incoming tide are smashing the rock beach both behind and in front of me. In order to get inside and feel the full effect of the site, I must walk into the edge of the waves. The swirling foaming water laps at my boots threatening to get over the tops. I am determined to get into the centre of the arch without getting wet feet. It is a powerful spot, full of the noise of crashing waves and the distant cry of gulls. I have a sense of being deep in the earth, on the very frontier between water, land and air. I am thrilled at the excitement of it. The challenge is met and I retract out of the swirling torrent.
As I step carefully back along the beach dodging the incoming waves, successfully keeping the rim of my boots above the water, I can feel the wetness of the salt sea on my face. I know this is an experience that has returned me to the innocent wholeness of childhood. Like a carefree and careless youth I had scampered into the danger of the crashing water alone ahead of the others. I felt no fear. Only now as I see the tentative stance of others who hang back on the steps do I reassess my actions.
I survey the scene with a new awareness. I shake my head at my own impetuousness.
A sea otter is frolicking just off shore in the wavy water. I laugh at the sight. A large black Labrador Retriever is playing with stones about the size of tennis balls that are being rolled in by the incoming tide. He is having such fun.
Sally attempts to get him to leave the rocks and chase a piece of driftwood she has found. He leaps into the waves and having retrieved it drops it at her feet. This would make a great picture. I am sorry I have left my camera in the van.
The dog again drops the retrieved stick and as Sally stretches to catch it, it retreats on an ebbing wave. Just as her hand clasps the wet slippery wood a wave crashes beside her and swamps her up to her knees.
The group of us gathered to watch start to laugh at her plight but soon repress our glee as we hear her angry cries of surprise and disdain. The water is cold and the wind damp and cool. I turn to hide my smile and start to climb back up the many well-worn steps.
Leaving my camera behind allows me to stay totally focused in the present without a sense of taking pictures for the future. I put all my energy into being here and the experience of this place. I will be in the flow of my experience, moment by moment.
I climb from sea level up until I reach the stone gateway where I started. From here I climb up another flight of curving worn stone steps and through a small stone archway into the remains of what was once a castle.
Having just been to the centre of the opening under this island at sea level, I am determined to go to the very top. I leave the majority of the group taking pictures of each other and wandering about the fallen walls. I climb a combination of rough stone steps and grassy slopes to get to the crown of the ruins.
Finally atop the summit, I place my feet firmly on the rough ground and slowly turn round to survey the vast scene before me. I want to talk to the wind, and thank God for the beauty, the majesty, and the power of this place. I want to truly experience my presence here.
The wind is blowing so strongly I feel like I will lift into the sky. My rubberised pink raincoat billows out trapping the air. I imagine soaring high into the clouds like a kite, like a great pink bubble, to sail with the seagulls, which appear to be having such a wonderful time riding the wind.
Here I can feel my inner readiness to say, “YES” to life; to transcend my insecurities, fears and the limitations I put on myself and have allowed others to put on me. I feel free enough to fly from the past conditioning and open myself up to any opportunity the world can offer me.
As I free myself in a fantasy flight, I realise my quest is inward. I know at this point that what I am seeking does not lie in some soggy field or damp cave at the edge of the sea. What I am seeking, I carry like a secret within. Like the sculptor, who speaks of freeing the being from within the block, I am on a quest to free the being that is my self.
I tune into this knowledge like accepting the force of a wave from the sea or a burst of wind. My psyche is tumbled about and I accept the flow of this new awareness. I fear that fighting it will result in me losing myself in a way so total that I might never regain my balance. As I allow my self to harmonize with universal energy, I feel a thrilling tingling throughout my being. Like my arm, that has “fallen asleep” under me as I nap tingles with the renewed flow of blood, my entire being pulses with psychic energy.
From this height, I can imagine the world from the viewpoint of the gull. I fly, in my mind’s eye, to the altitude of the gulls. I recall the sense I had reading the words of Richard Bach as Jonathan Livingston Seagull soared. I want to transcend my earthbound views.
I turn on my perch and see the distant fields and forests green and brown. I look over the silver grey of the constantly moving ocean. The sun drops a golden shaft onto a distant spot and turns it gold. The wind gusts around me. I imagine I can see myself from a bird’s eye view, a speck of pink in a circle of green, enhancing the panorama. My presence changes the scene.
Did that nearby gliding gull cry to me?
With exhilaration and a keen sense of power, I know that I do influence this day in some way. I know I exist!
I need to feel confident as me, to overcome my insecurities and my sense of limitation. I need to declare my existence for my self. I am the one who must believe in me.
Coming down off of the height I had chosen for my visit with the universe, I look about for the others in the group. Only three others came to the top section of the castle ruins. Tom is expounding on why there is a depression in the grassy surface at a portion of the hill. They show no concern or awareness of me. I skirt behind them and off down the slope. I want to be alone for a moment or two with my experience.
I feel a great peace. As I walk in harmony with my self. Whatever happened up there was very significant to me but hard to explain. I will keep my own counsel on this.
As I descend further down the last of the steps, my stride matches a man wearing the uniform of the National Trust. It is his job to maintain this sight. I ask him several questions about the history of Tintagel as we head along the returning path. As I listen to his pleasant lilting accent, I regret that in each place we visit, we have not had a local guide, instead of expecting our driver to be the source of our information.
Our paths digress and I walk slowly on alone up the sharp incline. I chat with two women selling snacks from a little yellow trailer, as I buy myself a cool drink. Most of the others are already seated in the van complaining of a damp chill. In response to a question from Sally, I tell her who from our group are still behind me.
The mood in the van is a sharp contrast to the wild wind swirling my thoughts on top of Tintagel Castle. As I fold myself back into my seat, I know this is one place that will have special memories for me.
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Marilyn Barnicke Belleghem M.Ed., is a registered marriage and family therapist and author of non-fiction books on personal growth through travel. Questing Marilyn is about a tour through England and Ireland in search of the authentic adult Self and Questing France is about holding onto the Self when facing adultery in a marriage. Marilyn’s books are available now.
Article Source: http://www.fridayteam.co.uk/freearticles
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112 N W Typing
N W Typing - Amanda Ramsden
7 Bede Close
Kirkby
Liverpool L33 4EN
07949 750288
email: info @ nwtyping.co.uk
website: www.nwtyping.co.uk
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111 Cardiff Business Links
Web Design
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110 Energy for Paston
Energy for Paston - what is it?
It is a plan of action to increase the quality of life for all age groups in the Target Area of Paston. The plan forms a four-year programme of change funded by a bid to Urban II (European money), Nene Housing and the Housing Corporation. The Project is managed by Nene Housing Society, working in partnership with other agencies and Paston residents.
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