Edi­tor’s com­ment

EDP Norfolk - - Editor's Comment - DO­MINIC CAS­TLE, Edi­tor, EDP Nor­folk Mag­a­zine 01603 772758/07725 201153, do­minic.cas­[email protected]

We’ve been look­ing east for a bit of help in our house­hold this last month; I mean prop­erly east, fur­ther even than Great Yar­mouth. I should say for the record that I’m very fond of Yar­mouth; I spent one of the hap­pi­est years of my fledg­ling ca­reer there. I can’t ac­tu­ally re­call much of it but they were most as­suredly good times.

No, the present Mrs Cas­tle and I have been seek­ing some­thing a lit­tle more, shall we say spir­i­tual, with a bit of bal­ance thrown in. I went first.

For the last quar­ter of a cen­tury I have suf­fered from tin­ni­tus. I know I’m not alone – the Bri­tish Tin­ni­tus As­so­ci­a­tion says that 30% of us en­dure this not ful­lyun­der­stood af­flic­tion at some point and one in 10 has it pretty much per­ma­nently. I also know I’m not alone be­cause I re­cently joined sev­eral hun­dred lo­cal folk, who also hear rather more than they’d like dur­ing the quiet bits of the film, at Car­row Road for an in­for­ma­tion day.

If you could hear tin­ni­tus as a sound out­side of our skulls you would be quite star­tled by the as­sorted whis­tles, hisses, buzzes, howls, shrieks, rings, dings and peeps that we var­i­ously en­joy. I imag­ine it would sound like some form of ex­per­i­men­tal jazz.

Luck­ily none of us have to en­dure what some poor soul has; an end­less loop of How Much is that Dog­gie in the Win­dow? I sup­pose it could be worse; she could be lis­ten­ing to the 1988 Euro­vi­sion Song Con­test winner or any­thing at all by Ed Sheeran.

One of the ways of cop­ing with tin­ni­tus is through man­ag­ing your stress lev­els and so it was that I found my­self in a side room with a group hav­ing a pop at Qi Gong, an an­cient ori­en­tal tech­nique of pos­ture, breath­ing and move­ment. It didn’t re­ally do it for me, but the lovely lady tak­ing the ses­sion had such a won­der­fully sooth­ing voice that she could make a for­tune read­ing some­thing – any­thing; phone book, Ar­gos cat­a­logue – and sell­ing it as a re­lax­ation aid.

Mean­while, Mrs C, con­cerned about an ap­par­ent dif­fi­culty in suc­cess­fully stay­ing up­right (see last month’s let­ter), has been Part­ing the Horse’s Mane. This has less to do with ir­ri­tat­ing the lo­cal equine pop­u­la­tion and is more about Tai Chi, a slo-mo mar­tial art which is good for bal­ance, pos­ture and so on and comes com­plete with en­ter­tain­ing names for the moves; The White Crane Spreads its Wings, Nee­dle at Sea Bot­tom (I have no idea) and so on.

I mock not; it seems to be work­ing and Mrs C has main­tained the per­pen­dic­u­lar for sev­eral weeks now. We’re a way off Crouch­ing Tiger, Hid­den Dragon, but it is progress.

Of course it is the Royal Nor­folk Show this month and I will be there with as­sis­tant edi­tor Rachel Buller, head­quar­tered in the Jar­rold mar­quee. Do drop by to say hello, pick up a mag­a­zine and watch one of the ter­rific fash­ion cat­walk shows.

Tai Chi, taken se­ri­ously

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