Adam helped to set up Brunswick so he was involved from (well) before its registration as a charity in 1992.

Experience before joining Brunswick

I came to Brunswick with some experience of working on my dad’s, and then my own, allotment. I had a background in research on plant growth and some limited experience of working alongside people with learning difficulties in several settings but most importantly working in a productive workplace. 

Role(s) at Brunswick

I started as one of a small gang who set up Brunswick working mostly voluntarily and then on £40 per week! We did everything (and this included emptying the chemical toilet!) When it was decided that Brunswick needed to have someone who was seen as the manager I took up the role. I do not think anyone else wanted the job. 

A fond Brunswick memory:

One fond memory of Brunswick! Just one! 

When we applied for planning permission for the caretakers flat in the green belt, we were turned down but we appealed against the decision (we were quietly encouraged to do so). The planning committee came to the site and were given a quick presentation by me, and by Mark Wright (a worker) who used his powers of logic to say it made no sense not to have a caretaker to stop vandalism and the destruction of the work we were doing developing the site.  Then there was a presentation by Stephanie (also a worker at Brunswick) who used the power of emotion to convey the depth of upset that not protecting the site was having. I looked around at the committee and could see that every one of them had been reached either by my presentation or Mark’s logic or Stephanie’s appeal to emotions. The three of us together were far more powerful than any one of us alone would have been.

Am I allowed another memory  ?

 
A little something about you 
 

I grew up birdwatching. I cannot switch it off. One small part of me always scans the skies and listens out for unusual calls. At Brunswick I can sometimes see a Sparrowhawk flying down one side of the greenhouse and then flipping over the top to try and surprise an unsuspecting sparrow on the other side. There is a black cap (a ‘poor man’s nightingale’) that sings in the tree opposite our cycle path entrance. A Barn Owl hunts in the field at the end of the site and the tree sparrows revel in the organic and open land and the tree cover. I quietly notice all of this alongside everything else that is going on. 

Perhaps the most important bird memory of Brunswick is the day that Pam (Mason) and I decided we would go ahead with Brunswick after a very tricky start. I needed Pam to agree to stick with it, I knew I could not see it through on my own. She agreed to give it two years…  and stayed for fifteen! Once Pam had said ‘Yes’ the sky filled with Golden Plovers (they are winter visitors from the moors). The low winter sun shone on their golden-brown bodies and wings and the whole sky looked like a shimmering sea at sunset. At that moment I knew that things would work out well.. .  I was right.