Fundraising challenges: what they should be (painfully)

I fear the next target of the media’s current interest in charity fundraising may be ‘challenge events’ – you know what I mean: ‘get sponsored to join XYZ charity to run / cycle / walk / drive / negotiate the really tricky route from A to B’. Cynics can easily find fault: ‘nothing more than sight-seeing’, ‘just glorified holidays’…

Changing Faces wants none of it – and I suspect no charity does. But the whole sector sadly can be tarred sadly by a very few cowboys.

On Sunday, I took the train to Garsdale in the Yorkshire Dales to join Christine, one of the Changing Faces team, who has been demonstrating – and has done so brilliantly over the years – that fundraising challenges should be just that – seriously difficult undertakings which deserve people’s financial support and reward.

Christine and I in the driving rain!

Christine and I in the driving rain!

She has put herself through severe annual biking expeditions for the last seven years and has raised more than £15,000 for Changing Faces in the process – never easy trips with Land’s End to John O’Groats in three weeks just one of her many achievements!

This year, she concocted a ‘Hills of the North’ challenge cycling from Scarborough across the country to Ravenglass on the west coast of Cumbria, north to Carlisle, across the border to Kelso and then via Alnwick to Durham and finally via Kirkbymoorside back to Scarborough. 513 miles, she estimated.

And, partly because I have loved cycling since childhood and I’d never been to the Lake District, I volunteered to accompany here on a stage – and what a stage it turned out to be!

It rained most of Sunday afternoon, evening and night but, miraculously, we set off on Monday before 7.30am in the dry, with 65 miles ahead… a do-able, relatively gentle trundle, I imagined.

We went through Sedbergh (after a couple of very tough hills before Garsdale) and rode into Kendal just before 10am – 25 miles done, not a drop of rain, with a lovely downhill once we had managed to beat the brutal one-in-six hill up to the M6 motorway and the horrid two mile uphill drag from the motorway junction. My legs were starting to realise this was not going to be a Sunday afternoon doddle.

As we headed to Windermere, the rain started and became incessant by the time we reached Bowness, full of tourists in their pack-a-macs! And of course, I stood and quietly coo-ed at the Beatrix Potter shop… how much I’ve enjoyed tales of Mr McGregor over the years!

But then it was back in the saddle and up to Ambleside, not the quiet lake-hugging meander we’d imagined but a fast, busy road – and for cyclists, one with the unexpected hazard of loose grit flying up from car tyres. Not pleasant. Ambleside for lunch in the mist and drizzle – not quite what I’d imagined but a welcome chance to stand and stretch legs… and plan the last 25 miles.

Christine is very well-prepared – meticulous, even – in her route-planning as you’d expect after thousands of cycling-miles. And so I was shown the map – and the plan to go over something called Hardknott Pass… with two little > > symbols on the road, a white road and so off-piste… But the map had no contours so we had little warning.

And so we set off… What I didn’t know then was that we would climb 2,211ft and come down 2,385ft and that Google maps predicted 2hr 51 mins for the 22 miles – double what it would take on the flat! Nor did I know that that Hardknott Pass is the steepest road in England at one-in-three for a long, long way.

It was probably the most severe endurance test I have ever faced – worse than the London Marathon by a long way. It was a very long steep hill which, with bags of luggage on our bikes, we had no chance of cycling up (and even without the luggage…). We had to push up and up and up – and it was slippery, steep and interminable. And just to put us in our place, as we approached the top of the Wrynose Pass, a youngster probably inspired by Chris Froome came past us without stopping or walking… ‘more power to you’!

Cloud hindered our view, but not our determination

Cloud hindered our view, but not our determination

Getting over Wrynose, down into the valley and then up to Hardknott, was so very challenging with the rain drizzling and the wind whistling and no visibility. We were pleased to get there!

And then down the other side, such a steep road down, brakes screaming, cars skidding… but at least we were going downhill!

When we got to the bottom, the rain became torrential for the last seven miles – and our map didn’t warn us that there was another very severe one-in-four climb before we could finally freewheel into Ravenglass – and straight into the delightful Ratty Arms… shades of Beatrix Potter and what a refuge it was for two utterly drenched drowned rats!

Hardknott Pass’s history according to Wikipedia is:

The road was originally built by Romans around AD 110 to link the coastal fort and baths at Ravenglass with their garrisons at Ambleside and Kendal. The Romans called this road the Tenth Highway. The road fell into disrepair after the Romans left Britain in the early 5th century, although it remained as an unpaved packhorse route thereafter. The road was originally used entirely for military traffic, but following the Romans’ retreat from Britain was used to transport lead and agricultural goods. By the early Middle Ages, the road was known as the Waingate (“cart road”) or Wainscarth (“cart pass”): there is an 1138 record of a party of monks traversing it in an oxcart.

If you want to find out more, try this page.

So, getting to the point: fundraising challenges should be just that – serious challenges. Sponsorship monies recognise that – and charities benefit.

Christine at Ravenglass station

Christine at Ravenglass station

Christine is raising wonderful funds for Changing Faces. If you’d like to support her – us – please visit her JustGiving page.

Thank you very much!


‘Ugly’ is offensive and facist, and should be banned

I have been greatly saddened this week to see a word which I consider to be so offensive that it should be consigned to the dustbin of history, ‘ugly’, being used in two mainstream contexts.

First, repeating the howler it had first committed in 2011, the TV company Betty, has persuaded BBC3 to broadcast a documentary about disability hate crime with the nauseating title of The Ugly Face Of Disability Hate Crime.

The show as featured on the BBC Three website

The show as featured on the BBC Three website

It may be a very good programme – we will see tonight. Changing Faces has certainly contributed significantly to make it so. But with Adam Pearson, one of our Face Equality champions as the lead – a man with a condition known as neurofibromatosis – its title is guaranteed to perpetuate the stereotype that it’s okay to refer, albeit obliquely, to Adam’s face – and that of anyone with outstanding and distinctive facial features – as ugly.

It’s not the first time this company has used this tacky title trick either. Four years ago, we protested to no avail when Channel 4 agreed to run a series called ‘Beauty and the Beast: the Ugly Face of Prejudice’ again fronted by Adam – which exposed facial prejudice in many parts of British society.

The company and Channel 4 claimed then that having a prime time TV programme pointing out this prejudice would be helpful and help to eliminate it. So by 2015, say, there’d be no more facist – that’s facist, not fascist – discrimination? [NB: I’ve just added facist to my Microsoft Word dictionary.]

I doubted that logic then – see this blog – and I doubt it even more so today. It is very disappointing that BBC3 has fallen into the same trap.

Second, I was sent a notification of one of my favourite portrait exhibitions of the year, the BP Portrait Award at the National Portrait Gallery. But the notification I received – I’m sure not deliberately – featured a picture of Robert Hoge whom I only know about and have never met – a man who has helped to put facial disfigurement on the Australian radar.

The artist has captured Robert very well, I suspect, in a serious, thoughtful pose – but, yes, he’s named it ‘Ugly – Portrait of Robert Hoge’. Here’s what I was sent.

Both of these instances are doubly distressing in my view because the use of the word ‘ugly’ has clearly received the tacit or perhaps even explicit acceptance of Adam and Robert, two men who should not have to belittle themselves in such a demeaning way to get ‘on the programme’ or ‘in the picture’.

Ugly is an adjective which connotes unattractive and displeasing to the eye. Nothing about a human face should be considered like that. Faces are what they are: a human being’s canvas for the world to see – and our respect for that person should override any aesthetic judgement.

My view is that it is time for those of us who wish to see a society which truly respects face equality (like race equality) to define ugly as an offensive word which is not to be condoned any longer, and we should begin to insert asterisks to demonstrate its unpleasantness: the ‘n-word’ is rightly considered beyond the pale and accepted as racist, u**y is facist and it’s time it was no longer used to describe human beings.

Let’s outlaw it.

  • The U**y Face of Disability Hate Crime; BBC Three, 2100 on Thursday 23 July