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Thursday Doors in Church Gate

The recent snow, followed by rainstorms, followed by more snow has made walking in the countryside around Leicester a mudbath.

We walked along the canal, but some towpaths were flooded.

We wandered into Abbey Park – busy with people exercising themselves, their children and their dogs. So we decided to do a stroll in the urban jungle of Church Gate. This runs from Gravel Street to the Clock Tower, meeting the Haymarket and joining Fosse Way. Some buildings are impressive, but most of the street is sadly run down, with boarded up shops and rubbish cluttering the doorways. The old auction rooms have moved to the west of the city, near Leicester Forest East.

Just a few photos to give you the general idea.

Some of the architecture is solid and refined.
I don’t know what happened to TJ’s Burgers, Halal food, dodgy upstairs window, but the iPhone hiccoughed at a crucial moment
Next door to TJs is Onyx, at Granary Mews. This is one of the most salubrious night clubs in the city, sadly closed by Covid restrictions. Only £5 admission and open until 6am (but no further admissions allowed after 4am for some odd reason). It looks a bit like a gaol.
Moving away from Church Gate to St Martin’s, we saw a barbershop. It’s for men’s hair only judging by the red symbol within the logo “Shortys”. And the alluring young lady wearing a tight top and red hot pants, wielding a pair of shears, perched on a barber’s pole. It has patriotic red-white-and-blue spirals, rather than the traditional barber surgeon red and white stripes (blood and bandages). Perhaps she does wet shaves with a cut-throat razor?
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Thursday Doors in snow 3

This is my last batch of door pictures from Stoneygate in the snow. But the weather forecast says that more white stuff is on the way over the weekend.

Very trusting? Very welcoming? The red door porch is open, and the blue door is ajar. Maybe someone popped next door for a cup of sugar?
Stone and brick, classic black door set off by the silver wreath.
More half-timbered, faux Tudor mansions with an elaborate portico (needs attention)
Front yard with a skip.
Very elegant portico for number 47
Mirror image doors, dark and light grey. Milk still gets delivered in glass bottles to the doorstep each morning here.
Another pair of doors. Black and grey are popular colours. Interesting fanlight.
Stained glass along the top row, then frosted glass (appropriate for the weather). All set in a substantial black door with brass letter box
Another porch with an open door. Not very energy efficient.
Last snowy door photograph. Carriage lights at the site, brick surround.
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Thursday Doors in snow 2

More photographs of doors in Leicester during the recent snowfall.

Mock tudor, with leaded window panes.
A little less black timber showing, but above the door there is a delightful stained glass window.
Mock tudor houses rule in Stoneygate!
Beautiful door, just ajar, inviting you in. Wonderful fanlight (lunette window above the door). And a coating of snow to set it all off.
Another smart door. These houses are over 100 years old.
This is a beauty, a solid door with glass panes and an elaborate brick and stone surround. I especially like the turret window.
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Thursday Doors in snow

Leicester is in the heart of England. We get snow most years, but usually it is a light dusting that often melts away after 24 hours. This week, 15 centimetres (six inches) of white stuff floated down overnight. In the morning, the sky was clear and blue. The sun lit up the scene magically.

Too treacherous for cycling today. With covid restrictions, traffic was light.
I managed to get half the garage doors in the shot, but it wasn’t possible to photograph the side door of the storage space above. There is another door in the bottom right hand side of the photograph, which crept into the picture unbeknown to me
A fine set of iron gates guard the driveway of this brick house.
I wanted to get a bit closer to this house but my footprints in the snow would have betrayed my trespassing. I like the stained glass window above the door.
Grey bin for normal rubbish, green for garden waste. I was drawn to the stone surround of the door and the carriage lamps.
The Baptist Church on London Road looks rather austere.
This is an old Victorian villa which has been transformed into a hotel. Not much business around in the time of covid. Very impressive glass porticos.
Across the road is a billboard advertising South Lodge Care Home. The image is improved by the snow.

I walked the streets with my camera, trying not to appear like a burglar, casing the joint. I have enough pictures to show you for the next two weeks.

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Vaccinating against Covid-19

This hasn’t been a smooth process. We knew the vaccine would be delivered to Primary Care Networks (co-operating groups of General Practices) in December 2020. I volunteered my services to the inner city practice where I work as a locum doctor and expected to start work as a vaccinator on 18th December. This was rearranged three times over the next four weeks before I jabbed my first patient with the vaccine.

Breaking the rules… again.

Organising a mass vaccination campaign is complicated:

Vaccine – you need sufficient supplies and cold storage facilities (especially for the Pfizer Biontech BNT162b2 vaccine).

Premises – you need a building big enough to cope with social distanced queuing, registering, vaccinating and post-vaccination observation for fifteen minutes (the guidance changed in December when two patients with serious allergies collapsed soon after being vaccinated). There should be plenty of car parking available. The Peepul Centre (@PeepulEnt) fit the bill.

Identification of the most vulnerable patients, contacting them by post/SMS/telephone/letter to explain the vaccination, check for allergies, get basic consent and give out appointments.

Staff – you need crowd controllers, volunteers to provide wheelchairs for disabled patients, multilingual clerks (many older patients in Leicester are not fluent in English and speak Gujarati, Hindi, Urdu or Punjabi) to fill in the vaccination forms, guides to take the patients to the vaccination hall, nurses and doctors to vaccinate, pharmacists to ensure the cold chain is intact and the vaccine is diluted properly and a receptionist to survey the patients waiting for fifteen minutes following their jabs.

Supplies – you need paper, computers, pens, masks, wipes, together with all the medical paraphernalia to give injections.

Training – the vaccinators need to be familiar with two new vaccines. Although each patient received a leaflet and several pages of detailed information about the vaccine, vaccinators needed to be able to answer their questions and give appropriate advice. As an active GP, I only had to complete three electronic learning elements; retired health workers had about twenty to complete before being eligible to give the vaccine.

I was disappointed, but not surprised, when the vaccination starting date was changed several times. This is a high profile operation and we had to make sure the mass campaign went smoothly.

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I have been involved with mass vaccinations several times during my career overseas. In Burkina Faso (1979), we vaccinated thousands of children in villages across the Sahel against measles, tuberculosis, yellow fever, diphtheria, tetanus, pertussis and polio.

Mass vaccination in a village in the Sahel Region of Upper Volta (now Burkina Faso)

In The Gambia (1983), I was regional medical officer for the eastern part of the country when there was an outbreak of Group A meningococcal meningitis. After a thousand cases, with over a hundred deaths, the Ministry of Health organised a mass vaccination campaign. We vaccinated over 90% of the population in just five weeks. Imagine the logistics of the campaign: only one stretch of tarmac road, limited river crossings, no accurate maps or census data, refrigerators powered by kerosene to store vaccine, supplies of diesel fuel for the Land Cruisers and Rovers.

Using a dermal jet gun to vaccinate at a school in Eastern Region of The Gambia

The Rohingya refugee camp in Cox’s Bazar, Bangladesh was the largest in the world in late 2017. Medecins Sans Frontieres organised the vaccination of 170,000 children against measles in just ten days, stopping an epidemic in its tracks. We were lucky to have over 300 Rohingya health volunteers and the benefit of maps produced from drone flights, but this was a tremendous achievement. I left in November, just as a diphtheria epidemic was breaking out.

Child with severe measles in Kutupalong Health Facility, Cox’s Bazar, Bangladesh

More recently, while I was working in rural Zambia in 2019, I vaccinated 2,250 school children over a few weeks. Injecting vaccine into arms was the easy bit; I had a great team of helpers – teachers, crowd controllers, scribes to record the details of each patient in a ledger, to give each patient a vaccination card, someone to help me draw up the vaccine and a health educator. We had to work fast and cut corners in the process. This quick-and-dirty approach isn’t appropriate for modern Britain.

Vaccinating in Mfuwe Day School, Eastern Province, Zambia

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I arrived at the Peepul Centre (Gautama Buddha gained enlightenment while meditating under a sacred Peepul (fig) Tree; Hindus and Jains also hold the tree to be holy) half an hour before the first patients arrived. This was fortunate, because I had parked in the wrong place and had to move my car to avoid a parking fine.

Two Primary Care Networks were using the auditorium at the same time. We had six vaccination stations, well-stocked with needles, syringes, plastic aprons, antiseptic wipes, cotton wool, masks, gloves and a laptop. The doctor in charge gave the vaccinators a pep talk and explained how to fill in the paperwork. Each vaccinator received a single vial of vaccine and we were locked and loaded, ready to get to work.

Almost all the patients were over 80 years old (one was 100), most of whom were of South Asian descent (this is typical of East Leicester). Most elderly patients were accompanied by a relative or carer who could help with clothing and communication. Few patients spoke English fluently, many of them were profoundly deaf and they were all wrapped up in multiple layers of clothing (it was bitterly cold outside). One lady was wearing six cardigans which I managed to peel away to reveal a patch of upper arm for the vaccination.

Some ladies were wearing short blouses, covered by a sari. The sleeves were so tight that I needed to undo the front buttons. Of course, I asked for permission to do this, so I could slip the blouse off their shoulder to access the deltoid muscle. One lady said, “You can touch me, you are my son!” which amused her daughter. It did require some tactical covering by her dupatta (scarf/shawl) to preserve their modesty.

I like a bit of banter with my patients, even when their English is as limited as my Gujarati. I find it is a perfect way to distract the patient from the injection. Intramuscular injections are less painful when the arm is hanging down and the muscles relaxed, so I learned the Gujarati term for “relax your arm”. This makes the patients think I know their language and they start a conversation.

Occasionally, I will detect a patient’s accent and share a little common history. “Where do you come from?” I ask as I roll up a sleeve. “Sunderland,” replied the patient. “My uncles took me to the Fulwell End at Roker Park to see Sunderland play when I was six. I still support them,” I said, after disposing of the needle and syringe. “It’s a cross we have to bear,” said the patient (Sunderland are languishing in the middle of the third tier of the football league).

One Indian lady invited me to have tea with her. Another gave me a non-socially-distanced hug (we were both masked and gloved). Several patients asked God to bless me and many others were very thankful. This was the first time that many of them had been outside their homes since March.

After half a dozen jabs, one gets the hang of things and the process becomes slick and efficient. The practice booked in patients every six minutes, but I could easily vaccinate two or three in that time, acquiring a reputation for being “quick on the draw”.

I usually flick the skin just before the injection, on the assumption that this non-painful stimulus shuts the nerve “gate” to subsequent painful stimulus, carried by slower c type nerve fibres. (Gate Theory of Pain, Melzak and Wall, 1965). One of the health workers I vaccinated said it was the best injection she had ever had, completely painless – cue “Yesss!” and fist pump from me.

Each constituted vial contains 2ml of fluid, which provides six doses of vaccine (6 x 0.3ml), with 0.2ml left over, which is discarded. I offered to use the remnants of each vial to make another dose, but this was rejected. “I don’t mind having the dregs for my dose of the vaccine,” I told the supervisor. “You can’t have the jab today in case you have side effects and are unable to vaccinate tomorrow,” he replied. I got my first dose at close of play the following day. I had absolutely no side effects.

I will be back in the Peepul Centre next week to do more vaccinating.

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Thursday Doors Cultural Quarter

Leicester has a Cultural Quarter in the city centre. Where there used to be seedy sex shops, dodgy clubs, dilapidated factories and a bus depot, there is now a gallery, performing arts centre, artists workshops and the Phoenix Cinema showing arty movies.* But the jewel in the crown is the amazing Curve Theatre, designed by Rafael Vinoly. Unlike other theatres, “there is no traditional backstage area. Audiences can enjoy the full theatre making process, peek behind the scenes and maybe even spot an actor or two dashing from the stage to their dressing room or enjoying a coffee. The curved façade is made from 1,192 tonnes of steel and 46000m² of glass.” (Curve website).

Sadly, stringent covid-19 restrictions have prevented the cultural quarter from performing over the past nine months. I walked through the empty streets in the rain this morning, on my way to the open fruit and vegetable market, and took some photographs of doors – what else?

No dog fouling. Or if your dog does foul, pick up its business and dispose of it properly.
This is a door leading to a thin lounge bar, the Exchange.
Alexandra House. I like the carved brickwork around the entrance.
Carron Buildings are about to be redeveloped, in keeping with the Cultural Quarter.
Doorway to a back yard.
In need of further renovation

Leicester is trying to market itself as a vibrant, “green” city. #EscapeTheEveryday poster shows the gateway to St Mary de Castro church, close to Castle Gardens.

*I found an old photograph I took of a newspaper billboard (the Leicester Mercury) drawing attention to the concerns of sex shop owners over the detrimental effects of new the Curve Theatre in 2008.

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Thursday Doors in Colour

With the current lockdown, Tier 4 covid restrictions, there haven’t been many opportunities to take photographs. Here are a few colourful doors from Leicester city centre

And another, less impressive, but leonine, none the less.

Being a “detectorist” is a popular hobby in the UK. This involves using a metal detector to discover metal objects – Roman coins to tin cans. In Leicester, there is a similar fad using a magnet to “fish” for metal objects in the canal or River Soar. Occasionally, the magnet fishers will find armaments from World War 2, such as grenades. There used to be a stash of munitions north of the city, but no one knows how these fell/were dumped into the river. Usually, the magnet fishers just pull out scrap metal.

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Thursday Doors Leicester

With lock down and tier 3 restrictions imposed because of the coronavirus, I have had little opportunity to photograph doors. But on a shopping trip to the open market in the city I managed to snap a few pictures with my mobile phone.

I am not sure that this door is still in use. I like the shiny, enamelled bricks (reminds me of a gents public toilet). The carved stone coat of arms above the door doesn’t give any information of the provenance of the building. Something to do with St George, I think.
Anyone for tennis? Again, this door doesn’t look like it is in current use.
And across the road it from the previous door is this royal blue door, with some signs of previous knobs and handles. The fanlight is curved glass. But I found it strange for it to be named “Deuce” (two) with Roman numerals III on either side.
This is my favourite door of this series. British sense of humour.
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Thursday Doors Christmas

The streets of Leicester are eerily quiet on Christmas Day. There is no mad stampede of shoppers rush to grab bargains in the High Street sales. Everyone is indoors, hopefully enjoying the festival with their family and friends.
These photos were taken with my phone two days later in the early morning.

It looks as though Santa Claus just managed to get out of the window in time.

I am now volunteering as a doctor in a rural health centre in Mfuwe, Zambia, so no more doors for three months, sadly.
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Thursday Doors – Graffiti

Leicester has an annual graffiti festival each Whitsuntide called “Bring the Paint”. You can read all about the festival on this link. I was in Kenya for the 2018 festival but went on a walking tour of the main sites last month. Here are some of the doors and window frames which caught my eye.

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I really like this Indian lady dressed in shalwar kameez, with hightops and a flowery skateboard, but carrying a traditional pot. Interesting placement of the padlock.

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This is the Sound House live music venue in the Cultural Quarter of the city. The blue and white design looks like a repeating wave motif from Hokusai. It refers to sound waves, of course. There are more murals around the back in the carpark.

IMG_4769 Makers Yard is a location for artists and designers to make stuff. The mesh door on the right conceals another great graffiti mural.

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These are roller doors for small industrial units. Proprietors are often happy to provide a canvas (their dull doors) for the artists. They take from 2-6 hours to do.

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The white door at the top of the fire escape looks like it might be trompe l’oeil.

The remaining photographs are of door-like window frames in St James’ Street.