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Last year I was asked to write a series of blogs for publication. As ever, they disappeared down a rabbit hole, having j...
28/02/2025

Last year I was asked to write a series of blogs for publication. As ever, they disappeared down a rabbit hole, having just uncovered them, they are I feel ripe for release so here they are. Written whilst on a cruise around the North Sea and the North Atlantic on the P&O Cruises cruise ship Aurora organised by Laura Childs of Pure Travel. Hence Cruise Texts.

I’ve always known that nature, the countryside, the outdoors, call it what you will has been the best place to sort out whatever problems I perceived I was dealing with.

As a child whenever my world wasn’t the way I wanted it to be I would head out into the Gun Park in Eastry, or the marshes when I lived in Worth, and I’d stay there. At least until I knew I had to be at home, whether for dinner, or bedtime.

These where the times before smart phones and social media. We’d be sent off with a packed lunch and told not to be home until it was time for dinner.

I was never that good in groups or gangs so I’d often spend time alone, but in the countryside I was safe, I could think how I wanted to and didn’t have to worry about misinterpretation or bullying; most of which I think was perceived, rather than received.

Even when I was drinking large amounts of alcohol, either on my own or in company and I did or said something silly, I would head of for the countryside. I remember one occasion when I think I had drunk too much and begun to doze, and I suspect snore. Someone thought it would be funny to pinch my ear to wake me up.

Waking in pain, I left the pub rapidly and headed off into the countryside. I know my locality well. There I stayed, again until I was content enough in myself to head off back home and my sons’ mother, who was I imagine somewhat worried by then. It was the middle of the night.

Sometimes however this automatic response system can have the opposite effect. One of the incidents that lead to me knowing that drinking had to stop involved taking our dog Scruffy for a walk whilst very inebriated and coming home several hours later without him. By the time I sobered up and woke up the next day, the rest of the household had been out looking for me, and then when I returned, for Scruffy. He returned all by himself sometime later.

I was not popular. The pull to the countryside needs to be made consciously.

Nowadays, sober and aware, I use the countryside as it was intended. In many ways. Out with the dogs early most mornings. I love the dawn; it is a magic, life affirming time of day with the sounds of birds waking up and springing into life. I enjoy rabbits in the dawn and the occasional badger.

I make time to go to the woods, often on my own, although the dogs are fairly well behaved when I just sit, as I do. I have an oak that is my favourite thinking companion. Listens brilliantly and never answers back. Sometimes I just think, sometimes I write, sometimes I like to bang on my drum and meditate. Sometimes I doze.

One of the most amazing things I find is that the migraines I still occasionally get are best reduced in time and magnitude if I can get out to that tree.

Wonderful Duir.

Often as I enter the woods, I can feel the worries I carry, and let’s face it we all do, just start to slip away. My load just lightens.

There’s an energy there too, we just have to be aware and remember.

Theres magic there for all of us.

How has nature helped me through my toughest periods?

Just by being there. It’s always there. I am aware that the greatest asset for healing is right on our doorstep.

We all simply need to be aware our greatest asset for healing is right on our doorstep.

Like anything, just use her, don’t abuse her.

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Anxiety, bastard anxiety. This blog from last year May well be the spark that set book four into motion! A powerful begi...
14/02/2025

Anxiety, bastard anxiety.

This blog from last year May well be the spark that set book four into motion!

A powerful beginning!

Ok, so I like to think I know a bit about anxiety.

Now that I know what it is.

Figured that as I know what I’m dealing with and have tools and strategies in place to manage it I didn’t have too much to worry about anymore. Especially as I have been managing it pretty well for a couple of years now. I’ve documented the work I have done to achieve that. Indeed, the book you have in your hands is testament to that. That now was the time to really focus on helping other people.

Then I walked into some of the most massive anxiety attacks I’ve ever had last week. Attacks that stop you in your tracks. A crushing weight on your shoulders, I mean a really crushing, so heavy it feels like you are going to splat on the ground, allied with a feeling of dread in a stomach that is not only trying to tie itself in knots, but climb up your oesophagus and engulf your neck and head, a head that has a severe ache, not a head ache, a dread ache. One that is so bad that if you don’t sit down, you will fall down. Combined with the message coming from your mind that says you might be having a heart attack.

It’s horrible. Really horrible. I haven’t experienced anxiety that bad in a long time.

What was even more weird though was the fact that it seemed to be getting turned on and off according to what I was thinking. Turned on and off as if someone or something had a switch to play with.

Now, you might think this is even more bizarre, let me explain. I have wanted to go and revisit Richborough Roman Fort and had planned a visit the week before that never happened. I had decided to go when I came off shift at 10 the next day. When I decided I wouldn’t come home, wash and get changed before I went. Anxiety attack, for about 10 minutes, instant on. Bang. When I got my senses back together and decided I would take a change of clothes. Off. Just like that. A switch. Just exhaustion remaining. Still have the ability to think and make decisions.

Then at work, I walk into the sleep room, the big cozy one I haven’t slept in for ages and bang it happens again. Don’t know what that one was about, but it ended when I left the room. Is there something about that room?

I then had another one when I agreed to cover an early shift to cover sickness the next day. Was I supposed to go to Richborough castle that day. Don’t know.

Make of that what you will. I don’t believe in coincidence.

It’s still hanging around though, I can feel a slight hint of the attack almost constantly, certainly at times of inactivity. The exhaustion it left me with was present all Friday night. I did sleep in the big sleep room, many of my work colleagues are very attached to certain sleep rooms and I tend to just fit in around them. Nothing strange to report, apart from the drop in temperature. I had left the window open a little because it wasn’t cold, and I like hearing the ducks quacking on the lake as I drift off. So, I woke at about 3am in the morning and I was freezing…

I was still feeling groggy from the attacks in the morning, obviously better for the sleep, but still not 100%.

I was going to be doing some running around as I was the only driver working that day, (hence the need for me to cover) and I would have one of our charges to entertain for 2 – 3 hours that afternoon. He couldn’t decide what he wanted to do, however after several changes of mind, he decided he would like to go and see Wonka. I was really pleased. Really pleased. I had hoped to see it twice previously, but due to several dodgy decisions, (by other people, of course), it hadn’t happened.

I think the reason I hadn’t seen it on those previous occasions was because I need to see it on that day. I guess if I wasn’t going to Richborough then Wonka was the perfect pick me up. And it was too. I felt good from the minute the film began with W***y on the mast and never lost that feeling all the way through, not even when my charge called out from time to time with excitement. I was in floods of tears by the end. Partly because of the film, well, it was awesome when his mum appeared at the end. But also because of the previous thirty-six hours.

Power of three? Third time lucky to see Wonka, third opportunity to get to Richborough (It’s Monday as I write this and if I don’t get there on Wednesday it will be February and my membership card will have run out), on Wednesday. (Incidentally, when I got there on the Wednesday, it was shut!!!) Is there something important to experience at Richborough? We’ll see.

Is this coincidence? Is anxiety a way to give us a message? If so, from what, or whom? Was this pay back for an overly exciting beginning to the week, what with the tax bill becoming a rebate and a new car and all, I had been on a bit of a high? I don’t know.

Should we experience these crushing lows to allow us to experience these ecstatic highs, or is a controlled calm best?

I kinda think calm is best.

I don’t want too much of the downer I experienced on Friday, I am just glad I have the strategies and stubbornness to refuse to let it dominate me, whatever level it may attempt to rock my boat!

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P.S. 1 On a last note. I had a little bit of a dilemma on Friday night, should I tell my work colleagues what I was dealing with or not. I didn’t want sympathy, but I would have liked them to understand why, if I was not my usual self. I decided I would say something if we had a proper shift reflection with everybody present. We didn’t have a proper reflection, so I didn’t.

I know a bit more about anxiety and the attacks that come with it a little more now.

P.S. 2 Is this similar to the migraines, that have eased now that I use them as the need to go on a shamanic journey. Some of the visualisations I have had have been important, some insignificant, but poignant.

Am I being directed? And if so, by what?

P.S. 3 The beauty of being human is that we have the power to question, and ask questions, ultimately freewill, the power to make choices. Am I being directed to a greater purpose? Am I just deluding myself and having delusions of grandeur?

All I know is that I do have the power of choice and as long as what is happening is coming from a good place and not fuelled by greed, then, because its exciting, I’m gonna go with it and trust that if that’s not the case, I will be able to step off whatever it is that I’m on.

Simon Pollard. February 2nd 2024.

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Trigger Warning. LONG POST FULL OF UNASHAMEDLY GOOD STUFF!A couple of weeks ago I wrote a blog called ’this could be a s...
20/12/2024

Trigger Warning. LONG POST FULL OF UNASHAMEDLY GOOD STUFF!

A couple of weeks ago I wrote a blog called ’this could be a su***de note’. It was never a su***de note.

But it could’ve been. Another person, more damaged, or less resolute, or not as stubborn, might have written it as a su***de note.

There were many supportive comments that came, and some angst from many who know better. Even some derrogative comments.

However, the comments that were possibly, to me, the most disturbing, were the ones that swept the blog aside, and said now look at the positive. I agree that is essential, however, su***de needs to be talked about openly, with as equal a passion as the good ‘things’ in life.

No taboos. Just respect and openness.

Whilst watching the film ‘it ends with us’, which deals with violence or physical abuse I suddenly realized that, well remembered really, one of the lessons I learnt whilst on the Pennine way.

It’s all about people. Hell, everything’s about people, the blog, ‘could’ve been…’ was about people, but the really good stuff is definitely about people too. People make up our world.

Winged people, finned people, leafed people, four legged people all have some pretty magic moments for us two leggeds, but when we get it right for each other there’s magic in this world.

When first challenged to write about the positives I thought about the great adventures I’ve had. I thought about the stunning cruise I went on with Gillian, or the trip to Disneyland I enjoyed with the children I support or the other amazing staffers who came. The Pennine Way adventure that I innocently engaged in. Or even the stories and adventures that happened on the Pennine Way. I could talk about the new car that had so conivingly managed to weedle itself into my world.

But ultimately watching the movie I remembered it was people that have made the year. It was when one character, after the lead had been physically abused said, ’as his sister, I would request you forgive him, but as your friend, ‘if you take him back I’ll never talk to you again’’.

So many times this year I’ve stated, ‘you become the average of the people you spend the most time with’.

Here’s a selection of stand out moments from this year, in no particular order, except, just the order in which I wrote them.

Lloyd Lundie, who doesn’t read, but read ‘the sheeple principle’ and gave it a stunning review.

Kelly Smith, who stood down from the board of trustees for the harmony therapy trust, to whom she still owes a living and joined the board of directors for Slow the Mind CIC, and when I said, the dream is to give a sellout presentation about positive mental MIND health at the O2, just said, ‘let’s make it happen’.

Darren Bardon, who tried valiantly to buy me a new sleeping bag when mine broke on the Pennine Way, ultimately couldn’t, just said, and did, donate the cost of a sleeping bag to the cause. We have work to do together.

Phill Thorne, who after the su***de blog stated, ‘becoming acquainted with you is one of my achievements of 2024. Thank you for listening, thank you for talking and thank you for inspiring’.

To those on the Pennine Way and off it, who saw me as a safe place and told me of the trauma they are or have experienced. I am honoured to have listened.

Or Martin, who paid for my dinner and drinks in Ponden Mill. Utterly gobsmacked, that kind of thing never happens to me. Come to that, all those who sponsored me which helped give me the drive to finish, when I was all but ready to quit.

Troy, Lloyd, Dale and Ross who got me over Penn-y-Ghent, I don’t know if I’d’ve done it without you guys.

The way that many friends and even a few family members have adjusted the way they think and behave around me.

They and I celebrate I not only started, but finished it. I’ve always run everything as far as I could, but this hasn’t always been obvious.

The Linkin Park reformation with the incredible Emily Armstrong taking over from Chester. I am so happy that the rest of the band got passed Chesters completion of su***de.

But, however, (glad to get the opportunity to put the two words together), I am most grateful to my wife, who sees more in me than I do, has more faith I me than I do. Who runs with my ideas when even I’m not sure of where I am going. And always has done. Who stuck in when to all intents and purposes I was on a trail of self-destruction that threatened to envelop us all.

I remembered this when last week I had a meeting with a lady who again, told me a lot in confidence, that reminded me very greatly of the genesis of the relationship I have with my wife, Gillian. Who I love with all my heart.

You can be in the most amazing place, as I was often on the Pennine way, but if the ones you love are a long way away, it’s incredibly hard.

What’s been the most amazing successes of 2024, The people, the people who have poured out their stories to me, the people who have listened to me and the people who have supported me, when I knew I needed help and even when I didn’t.

Thank you.

Also, I have begun researching my grandfather, Reginald. Whilst on the Pennine Way it occurred to me whilst reading, that maybe the trauma I’ve had to managed wasn’t mine. Research is showing that trauma can be passed down the ancestral line. I knew he had committed su***de, but knew little else about him. There was a massive wall of silence around him. I still don’t know much, however he was a stretcher bearer during WW! He almost certainly had what we would now call PTSD. I can only imagine what he must have seen and experienced, never mind the shame in later life.

It feels really good to research him, try to understand him and I hope that somewhere he knows he hasn’t been forgotten.

Maybe even get him some posthumous recognition.

Thank you.

Thank you all.

Simon Pollard December 2024

Fantastic to meet and chat with so many in the undercroft, Deal town hall yesterday. Looking forward to catching with yo...
15/12/2024

Fantastic to meet and chat with so many in the undercroft, Deal town hall yesterday.

Looking forward to catching with you for a cuppa tomorrow in the Acordo Lounge, high street Deal. As usual I will be there from 10 to 12.

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22/11/2024

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It is awesome to have my work promoting the countryside as the best value resource for positive MIND health decisions. C...
28/10/2024

It is awesome to have my work promoting the countryside as the best value resource for positive MIND health decisions.

Come and hear about some of the lessons I learnt along the Pennine Way, which incidentally I was walking when I was told I had an award coming...

Tailes and Trails from the Pennine Way is on the 21st November at the Kent Wellbeing Hub. The link to book is on the poster!

It would be awesome to see you there. Below is a testimonial from a recent engagement.

"I witnessed Simon speak at an event run by Kent Invicta Chamber of Commerce which was an opportunity given to him to inform all in the room (close to a hundred) about why he was walking the Pennine Way and what led him to that point.

Simon Pollard is a speaker, an orator, someone who instigates thought and provoked consideration be given by to his “view over the wall”, Individually it led me to a perspective that I’d never contemplated previously.

The audience was totally silent, something you don’t really ever get at networking events; you could feel the energy shift as he shared his personal experiences and motivations.

I witnessed many people go directly to interact with him after the presentation. He obviously struck a chord.

Simon comes across without any level of pretention, with an authenticity I don’t think anyone in the room that day would be able to question, and with a willingness to engage and challenge general ways of thinking.

I’d heartily recommend him to speak at any event."

Phill Thorne

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Roland Darren Oli Christine Paul

Check this review for the Sheeple Principle and read an extract, 'The knock ons...'Honestly Simon, you’ve got a great wa...
25/10/2024

Check this review for the Sheeple Principle and read an extract, 'The knock ons...'

Honestly Simon, you’ve got a great way of verbalising what is going on in the majority of us anxious, broken peoples heads and hearts.
Thank you, Simon. Thank you for being the everyday man who is, through his own realisations, helping others.

Tamsin Bentley 2024

THE KNOCK ON’S, WHAT THAT ACTUALLY MEANS

The uptake on my walks has been slow. A common response is, why should I pay you to go on a walk I can do by myself. Which is ‘not’ true; those who have actually come out, ‘get it’.

They are much more than walk. We talk about the countryside, yes, but also, we celebrate the countryside, we celebrate it as a part of the world we are a part of, and how it can help our mental health, how we can learn from it, and care for it. How the reciprocal care that our world gives us can be magnified, if we just return it. Massive lesson there. We learn about the lessons our countryside can give us if we just look.

That’s massive, however, realising that I have anxiety and that it fuels so many of my decisions and my behaviours is empowering. As is how I have always used the countryside as an aide to manage my understanding and my behaviour is something I can give back to the world, back to humanity and back to those who will listen. And more will listen now.

They have reason too.
It's funny also, how other things you need will drop in too. I was directed to the writings of Bob Proctor. He writes about paradigms, the way we think. The way our subconscious thinks, what my business coach calls the ‘elephant’ in our heads. I look back at all the different things I have done in the past and realise the ‘thing’ that stopped me thinking was a lack of belief, in myself, in my abilities and as a result, my ability to stay focussed. Those beliefs, that either caused or fed my anxiety. Whichever, it was cyclical as it grew. So now I’m training my elephant, or as I prefer to think of it ‘my chimp’.

It’s working too. A lot!

The way I market what I do has changed, we are using stories to help people identify with me and my product. (see Mitches story after this chapter). I am firm in my knowledge of ‘why’ I’m doing what I’m doing. All the things I need are dropping into place, there’s a new website coming, and for the first time I can answer my designers’ questions, unquestionably. In fact, I can answer all those questions that used to baffle me!

There’s a new merger recently. I am the Wellbeing and Events Director for a CIC. Very exciting. It’s arrived just at the right time. It will allow me to do what I’m good at whilst there will be other people enthusiastically doing what I’m not good at. Finally! It, just like many other examples, came from people coming on the walks and getting ‘it’. Other leads and connections have also been made.

I am scoring many little victories on a regular basis. They will add up soon.

Anxiety. Yes, I still suffer with anxiety. It’s not going to go away, and I will still have to battle with it on a regular basis. Sneaky invisible monster that it is. But I am stubborn, and I will use it to do good things. My ability to manage it has got better. Knowing what’s going on when my anxiety kicks in is also massive in managing it too.

Let’s do this together.

Like I said three weeks ago, you don’t know what you’ve got, until you know you’ve got it!

The link to buy it is in the comments...



Tamsin Darren Kerry Lisa

Here's an Extract from 'the Sheeple Principle'. and a review from Lloyd Have you read 'the Sheeple Principle' Yet? What ...
18/10/2024

Here's an Extract from 'the Sheeple Principle'. and a review from Lloyd

Have you read 'the Sheeple Principle' Yet? What did you think?
let me know.

I highly recommend this book. Simon claims he's not a psychologist, but I beg to differ. The advice and life-changing moments in this book are seriously impactful.

Simon opens up about his struggles with anxiety, something many of us can relate to. He shares his experiences and insights on how to cope with it, showing that there's no quick fix - it's all about how you handle it. I've gained a lot from reading this book, and that's saying something coming from someone who isn't a big reader!

THOSE WHO COME INTO YOUR LIFE COME FOR A REASON

(Light bulb moment, part 2)

4 December 2021

I belong to various organisations for support and networking. One of the things you do when networking in the process of forming relationships is to have 121’s. You meet up and find out a little more about each other and how you can work, or find work for each other, after all often a partnership can be much more productive than a solo venture.

I’d made one such arrangement with a fella who failed to show up. I got on my moral high horse and made several assumptions, as we are prone to do. It’s species specific, humans take one or two bits of information and make massive decisions based on them and act accordingly. Often to our own detriment. We love to predict a catastrophe, don’t we? No other species on this planet does it, as far as we can tell.

We then had a couple of regular network meetings, and he avoided me, thus proving, to me, and my ready-made assumptions, that the bloke was obviously wasting my time. We could go no further. He was condemned.

Except that wasn’t where the story ended.

A week or so later he called me. Quite distraught at the way he’d missed the first meeting. He explained he had severe anxiety and the night before we’d been due to meet, he’d had a massive attack, and taken some pills which knock him out, often for up to twenty-four hours. He’d slept right through his alarm, waking several hours after our missed appointment. He apologised profusely and requested another go.

This must have been really hard for him. Really hard! Bad enough to miss the appointment, but then be virtually ignored by me, probably know he’d been written off, and then stand up and make the call.

It’s funny, I understood, but didn’t, at the time, know why.

We had the second meeting, sat on the decking by my pond at home, with the sound of running water, and wind blowing through the leaves of the copper beech tree, and we just chatted, about that missed meeting and why. Obviously then anxiety too. The ways I talk about and use the countryside to help me. Later how this fella had found the time, relaxing and calming, how he had been at peace right there in my garden.

I was pleased. He later came on one of my View Over the Wall Experiences and gave the most glowing testimonial about how he found peace for himself there too.

It was on reflection of these conversations that I realised that anxiety is something I have also had most of my life, and has caused me endless problems, and difficulties and has been the root cause of so many bizarre and destructive behaviours I am, and have been, responsible for, even decisions that are flawed. I have been dealing with the symptoms and not the cause.

The more I look back the more I see and the more sense I find.

I have anxiety too.

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Jayne Luca Darren Phill

Tales and Trials from the Pennine Way.  An opportunity to hear stories first hand from Simon Pollard at the Kent Wellbei...
16/10/2024

Tales and Trials from the Pennine Way.

An opportunity to hear stories first hand from Simon Pollard at the Kent Wellbeing Hub .

Stories such as
• The kindness of strangers
• Loneliness and precipices
• The saga of the broken sleeping bag and the Hells Angels.
• The interview that never was
• Navigating in horizontal rain
• The broken ankle and a cup of tea
• The healing power of connection.
• Why what I took from the Pennine Way was different to what I took in…

The link to book is on the poster, I'd love you yo join me...

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Darren Phill Sharon Lloyd Christine Chris

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