| Future of CUSA; Results of Members’ Questionnaire
 
 An excellent response was received from the Members' Questionnaire. 97% 
        of the replies were in favour of CUSA continuing, and a similar percentage 
        wished us to continue with the newsletter, Annual Dinner, and Quiz Night. 
        Only 50% of replies were in support of the Christmas Dinner and, as the 
        last one had to be cancelled due to lack of support, it was decided not 
        to organise one last Christmas.
 
 
 Alan 
        and Marjorie Appleton Meet the Apes!
 
 It was Alan and Marjorie's thirtieth Wedding Anniversary last September. 
        (Alan expected to be presented with a medal for putting up with Marjorie 
        for all this time but this suggestion was met by a rude response!)
To celebrate 
        they decided on a special holiday to the Far East. After eight wonderful 
        days in Singapore they travelled to Borneo for a two week stay. The island 
        of Borneo is home to Orang Utans, the friendly looking apes which are 
        supposed to be mans’ closest cousins. Many older apes are shot by poachers, 
        and the young babies are rescued and taken to the Sepilok Orang Utan Sanctuary 
        where they are brought up, and taught to climb and fend for themselves, 
        before being released back into a nature reserve when they are approx. 
        five years old. The most 
        popular tour on the island is a visit to the Sanctuary to see the Apes 
        in the wild. We were staying in Kota Kinabalu, so to visit the Sanctuary 
        it was necessary to take an early morning flight across to the other side 
        of the island. This meant 
        getting up at 4.30am to catch an early flight. Upon arrival at Sandekan 
        we travelled to Sepilok, where we arrived at approximately 9.00am. We watched 
        a video of the work of the Sanctuary, then it was time for the highlight 
        of the trip, a jungle walk to a viewing platform where we could watch 
        the wild Orang Utans being fed on milk and bananas at 10.00am. Before 
        the trip all the members of the party were warned not to wear red, as 
        this was the colour of the apes’ feeding bucket, and they may think you 
        had food and would pester you. At the same time we were warned not to 
        wear yellow, or they would think you were a banana! Most people 
        dutifully wore clothing in a shade of blue. However this meticulous pre-planning 
        went to the wall when the Ranger appeared with a blue feeding bucket! The apes 
        must have a built in clock as several of the young ones appeared at 9.45am 
        and the rest swung in from the trees shortly after. The young apes in 
        particular were cute, as once they had fed, they amused everyone with 
        a display of gymnastics that would have won medals in the Olympics. They eventually 
        disappeared leaving an older ape on the feeding platform. He turned his 
        back on us and proceeded to munch slowly on his banana. This went on for 
        some time, and the party of 50 or so visitors watched avidly as if something 
        wildly exciting was going to happen next. It was at 
        this moment that fatigue from the early morning start crept in, and Alan 
        thought “what the hell are we doing here”. We had been up 
        since 4.30am and now, six hours later, all we were doing was watching 
        the back of an ape eating a banana. For a moment 
        he began to doubt his sanity! However any negative thoughts were quickly 
        dispelled after a refreshing cup of tea in the restaurant, and we left 
        the Sanctuary having thoroughly enjoyed the visit.
 
 
 CUSA Walking 
        Group (originally known as the Computer Unit Ramblers or CURs)
 
 It was nine 
        years ago last month (March) when a group of Computer Unit staff set out 
        from Lordenshaw car park (near Rothbury), up past a sign warning us to; 
        beware of adders; and into the Simonside Hills.
 
 For some members on the walk it was their first venture into any hills 
        and at least two participants hired walking boots for the occasion. The 
        fact that they both took advantage of the option to purchase the hired 
        boots was a measure of the success of that first walk.
 
 The walk became the inaugural walk of a group which has met regularly 
        since then, and continues to meet, usually once every two weeks, to go 
        out into the countryside for long chats to one another. According to Steve 
        Foulk, a stalwart founder member of the group, there were 13 participants 
        on the first walk, each of whom managed 13,000 paces (give or take a mile) 
        and it took place on the 13th of March, 1993.
 
 Since that first walk, we have tramped along many miles of paths in Northumberland 
        visiting the Cheviot Hills from the Ingram, Coquet and Langley valleys, 
        Hadrian’s Wall, Thrunton Woods, Cuthbert’s cave and the carriageways above 
        Rothbury to name but a few. We have also covered the coast including Craster, 
        Dunstanburgh Castle, Lower Newton, Seaton Sluice etc. We have even ventured 
        south into County Durham and North Yorkshire taking in High Force, England’s 
        largest waterfall, Tunstall Valley, Causy Arch, Roseberry Topping and 
        Killhope and the Carriers’ Way.
 
 We have also had a number of short walking breaks in the Lakes, the Yorkshire 
        Dales (Hawes) and Perthshire (Crieff). Typically, we walk for about four 
        hours with a break for lunch and usually finish our discussions in a local 
        hostelry at the end of the walk.
 
 We are a happy, friendly bunch and invite you to join us on one of our 
        walks. You never know you may be invited back for more walks.
 
 If you are interested, why not contact Margery Crowe, Marjorie Appleton, 
        or myself or e-mail the CUSA mailbox (cusawww@lycos.co.uk) 
        for further information.
 
 Ralph Fleeting
 
 
 
 2001 Annual 
        DinnerThis was 
        held on 23rd of June at the Palace Garden Chinese Restaurant, Newcastle. 
        The Annual Dinner is our most popular social event of the year, and was 
        well supported. The Chinese Banquet was organised by John Chan, and once 
        again the food was excellent. There was almost too much to eat, but ‘doggy 
        bags’ were available for those who fancied a midnight snack! A free raffle 
        was held, with prizes donated by John Chan and Marjorie Appleton. First 
        prize of a lovely Chinese ornament was won by Lorna Reed, whilst Alan 
        Appleton won a litre bottle of wine (the cries of ‘fix’ were ignored!). (Photographs 
        from this event can be found at  
        http://cusawww.tripod.com 
 Quiz Night / 
        Social EveningThis was 
        held on 10th of November at our usual venue: the Bridge Hotel, Newcastle. The Quiz 
        Night is always popular amongst the members, and is excellent value for 
        money. The cost of £6.50 per head covered an excellent hot buffet, 
        cash prizes for the first three teams, and a free tombola, with prizes 
        consisting of a bottle of Tia Maria (donated by Iain and Jenny Tolmie), 
        bottles of wine, and boxes of chocolates. The questions 
        were once again set by our resident ‘expert’ David Hardy, who always manages 
        to pitch them at the right level to keep all teams involved. The quiz 
        was keenly fought, with the eventual winners being Tom Bowman’s team (Tom 
        and Polly Bowman, and Clayton and Helen Scott) who received a cash prize 
        of £15. There was 
        time both during and after the Quiz to socialise with friends and former 
        colleagues, and a very enjoyable evening was had by all. (Photographs 
        from this event can be found at  
        https://cusawww.tripod.com/images/Quiznight-20020303/index.htm 
 Fiona Visits 
        Maria Well, 
        as some of you will remember, Maria Moxon went to live in Boston, Massachusetts, 
        USA last year.
 I went to 
        visit her and her family in July 2001 during what they called a quite 
        cool spell; it was only up to 24° instead of 34°!
 They have 
        a lovely house in Lexington, a very nice suburb of Boston, complete with 
        every American’s essential accessory: a pool with a BBQ by its side! Maria has 
        put a lot of time into learning about the local area and I can recommend 
        her as a guide. It is a very historical area and we went to see all the 
        local features like Battle Green and the Meeting House for the Minute 
        Men who fought against the British. We went in on the local train; the 
        T; and managed to see the sights (the Independence Trail) and a few extras 
        too, all on foot I would add, as that is the best way to see Boston and, 
        as most of you know, I’m no walker! 
 Yes, that’s the outside of Cheers below and top is a photograph of Maria 
        at her favourite hobby; drinking Starbucks coffee inside Quincy Market. 
        I think that the Museum of Fine Art was one place I would recommend to 
        everyone and a look in the Library is a must; best loos too. Boston Common 
        is a lovely open space with lots of ducks and squirrels. I have to admit 
        to spending a huge amount of time in the shops; well you have to, don’t 
        you!
 
 
  They 
        seem to be settling in over there and James is attending a school nearby. 
 Paul has been roped in to being the soccer coach for the school team (Maria 
        is the secretary) and James wears his Newcastle strip with pride. They 
        were surprised and delighted to find out how many people knew all about 
        Newcastle United.
 
 I keep 
        in touch with Maria on e-mail and they have a web site (moxonsonline.com) 
        if anyone wants to contact them.
 Fiona Reynolds
 
 French Connection 
        Update (Part One)We have been 
        persuaded, by the powers that be, that after four years living here in 
        South West France that there are a few demented souls out there who actually 
        want to know what life here is like and what we have been up to. We are 
        not sure that it is going to be all that interesting to most of you but 
        here goes anyway, remember you asked for it. As confirmed Francophiles 
        we bored many of you to death with all things French before we moved here 
        and now we can confidently say, WE WERE RIGHT!. 
 We live in a very beautiful area with many well known chateaux and bastide 
        villages close by, some within a ten mile radius, including Monpazier, 
        which seems to be featured in almost all photographic books on France. 
        The local population is wonderfully relaxed and friendly. We were made 
        very welcome from day one, our neighbour opposite coming with her teenage 
        son to just say, welcome to Lot et Garonne, and our other neighbour, who 
        was born in our house and whose ancestors built our house, well, he and 
        his wife have become like second parents to us. They still continue to 
        bring us large quantities of seasonal homegrown fruit and vegetables, 
        cuttings, plants and shrubs for the garden. On one occasion last year, 
        Remy, who is now 76 years old we think, brought us a shrub which was so 
        large it had to be brought and taken across the garden on his tractor, 
        where he then insisted on digging the hole and planting it himself! When 
        we bought our house we also bought a small field alongside, from Remy, 
        to set up a small camp site, (not found the time to do anything about 
        that yet), which during our first couple of months here, Remy and his 
        wife, Rene, spent three hard days work turning, raking and planting grass 
        seed for us. All we had to do was go buy the seed.
 Although 
        there are a considerable number of British owned properties around here, 
        some only holiday homes but others, like ours, permanently occupied, the 
        local French population seem to take it all in their stride and we are 
        very proud and happy to be accepted and welcomed into the community. 
       Now to what 
        we've been up to since we arrived. Well, we certainly didn't retire here, 
        we simply changed jobs and we definitely work longer days with hardly 
        any weekends off, but it is for us and we are thoroughly enjoying it. 
        When we bought the house there was already one small gite, (holiday cottage 
        for the uninitiated), which was very spartan and dull but also had a booking 
        from a French couple for April and the summer of that year. Thus one of 
        our first jobs was to spruce that up. After that things became hectic 
        and chaotic because Sylvia’s mother was waiting impatiently in England 
        to come and live with us. Mike, the well known English DIY expert had 
        a hard time coping with being very much the novice French equivalent. 
        
 Materials are different here, plumbing principals are different and the 
        electrical ring main is actually illegal. Add this to a real language 
        problem and lack of vocabulary and you might understand why buying a wheelbarrow 
        became the entertaining act of running up and down our local builders 
        merchants with hands outstretched in front of you, much to the staffs 
        amusement. Maybe that's why they seem to like us! and yes, he did buy 
        his “brouette”. So, during 1998, Mike constructed within the 
        largest bedroom, downstairs, an en-suite bathroom whilst a construction 
        firm added a conservatory intended to serve as a sitting room for mother. 
        Whilst this was happening we were also having a swimming pool installed 
        during May and of course coping with the multitude of indecipherable paperwork 
        which naturally is necessary when moving to another country.
 
 We also managed to buy our French car and in June each of us drove a car 
        all the way back to Newcastle to sell our English one. Well, we had been 
        promised a good deal but that never happened. It was the week before going 
        back with the cars that we welcomed Carol and Tony Rigby for the first 
        of several visits over the following few months. Carol is a lecturer at 
        coach lane campus and had seen our ad in the staff newsletter. A great 
        couple who we left for their second week to look after the swimming pool 
        and to supervise our builders finishing the conservatory. It was on their 
        next visit at Christmas that they found and bought a house 5km from us 
        which is set to become their permanent home in the not too distant future. 
        August saw Mike still working to complete the tiling in the en-suite, 
        whilst Sylvia flew back for three days to collect Mother. Four days after 
        arriving home with Mother and we had completely ripped apart and rebuilt 
        a second bedroom for Mike’s Mother and Father to sleep in, on holiday 
        with us.
 
 The same day that they were collected from Bordeaux, a two hour drive 
        from us, some other friends of ours arrived for a holiday, but they slept 
        in our caravan. It was an incredibly good fortnight, much fun had by all 
        seven of us, with six sharing one bathroom. Towards the end of that August 
        fortnight our son Paul joined us all for theoretically four days just 
        to see what mum and dad had bought, and then Sue Holmes rang from her 
        French holiday home to say how about them coming to see us tomorrow. They 
        intended finding a hotel but as we had no-one in the gite we convinced 
        them to stay there. The four arrived in the afternoon, 180 miles between 
        the two houses, and the twelve of us had a fantastic evening, three course 
        BBQ dinner and litres of wine, armagnac and eventually any other spirits 
        Paul could rescue from the drinks cupboard. He now admits it was very 
        silly to attempt to drink his 85 year old grandad under the table. He 
        failed dismally, suffering very badly from the effects, along with a few 
        others of us. Grandad, of course was fighting fit. Sue and family departed 
        about midday, I think I said goodbye, but it really was an incredible 
        night always to be remembered. Thanks Sue, must do it again sometime.
 The major 
        work the following year was to turn what had been a tiny cottage, totally 
        dilapidated, used by the previous owner to keep his hens in, into our 
        second gite. This was a total D.I.Y. rebuild job, involving installation 
        of electricity, water and sewage systems. We started about Easter and 
        hired a mini JCB to dig out a new road from the front to the back of our 
        house to give vehicle access to what was to become our incredibly popular 
        Hen House gite. An amazing number of people have told us they booked because 
        they loved telling their friends they were going to spend their holidays 
        in a henhouse.
 Paul happened to be paying us a second visit at that time and although 
        Mike did get to play with the JCB for a while we both have to admit that 
        it was Paul who took to it like a duck to water. As it happened our first 
        visitors to the Hen House were another couple who saw our ad in the staff 
        newsletter, Sandra Dixon, another lecturer and her partner, Chris, who 
        were incredibly understanding about the fact that Hen House was not completed 
        when they arrived, allowed us to continue whilst they were out and even 
        set up a surprise Hen House official opening party, with wine, nibbles 
        and a ribbon across the door for us to cut. One of our very valid excuses 
        for not being finished was that on the night of May 13th we were hit by 
        a tornado. It took a quarter of our house roof off, took out the electricity 
        so we were in pitch darkness except for incandescent green light outside 
        and we were completely flooded at one end of our house, all within ten 
        minutes.
 
 It took a week to do the main recovery, during which time we suffered 
        another major storm which overflowed the wells and almost flooded the 
        house again. Drying out and swimming pool repairs, we lost the pump and 
        took nine wheelbarrowfuls of leaves out, took a bit longer!!
 Some of you 
        will know our daughter Julie and might like to know that she had a second 
        little boy, Nicholas John, last November, and both are doing well. We 
        are coming to the North East for the christening at the end of April but 
        as the visit is necessarily a short one we doubt that we will be able 
        to see many of you. For now... A Bientôt, Sylvia 
        and Mike Johnson (Editor's 
        note: French Connection Update (Part Two) will appear in the next issue 
        of the CUSA Newsletter.)
 
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