A Farewell to Guy

I met Guy Hawkins about 13 years ago. He was heading to the gym in the QEII Jubilee Centre in Faversham, saw people suspended in the air, stopped and watched. I was teaching trapeze I think at the time, possibly aerial fabric, but he called over to find out what we were doing. We chatted briefly, and he asked if he could try it.

Guy is upside down, hands and one foot on the ground, the other suspended high in splits on aerial yoga hammock.
The Inimitable Guy Hawkins

“Will you just check your insurance will cover me though,” he asked.

“Why?” I responded, “I’m sure they will.”

On telling me he was 70 I remember being open mouthed in rude shock! Really? You don’t look it at all! And I’m sure any who knew him would agree, he never really acted his age!

I duly called my insurers and let Guy know there was no upper age limit to participating in the classes. It was probably the next week that he joined. I don’t recall his first lesson, but what I will always remember is his unfailing curiosity, his determination to try all he could, to explore ways of combating niggles like dry cold hands that make grip nigh on impossible. NOT doing was rarely an option. He always turned up, even if he’d walked into a lamp, trapped a finger or stubbed a toe at work – he did seem quite accident prone; he would still arrive ready to do as much or as little as he could.

I would sometimes need to bully him to rest and somewhat begrudgingly he’d take a few moments breather; he’d keep his eye on people, offer suggestions, applaud people’s efforts, congratulate big and small successes, and ALWAYS ensure our splits were done correctly. He was after all the master of the splits.

Guy. The studio spaces are less vibrant with you gone. You really are missed. Thank you for everything you gave us.

Tina & Guy look to the camera in exaggerated smiles.
Tina & Guy… being silly!

It may be getting colder… but there’s a smile on my face!

Aerialists hang horizontally off aerial hoops, some reflected in the mirrors.

November already! It’s been an exciting re-opening for Airhedz Aerial Training.

I started a new partnership, working with Affinity Pole Studio in Chestfield, where I now run Aerial Hoop classes for adults and family groups; I get to train a little myself, and it’s a great place to run private classes.

Continue reading “It may be getting colder… but there’s a smile on my face!”

Hurrah! Airhedz is back…

Tina plays in the aerial-strops with a bit of cheesy music overlaid!

We’re already mid-way through September, the sun is shining, and I felt it was probably time to share a few thoughts.

Last week I started all my new Airhedz Aerial Training courses. Sadly, I don’t have a lot on offer, happily, most of them are full, so I feel incredibly lucky.

It’s exciting to welcome new people to the Airhedz clan, and the number of former students who leapt at the opportunity to return to classes has been seriously humbling.

The enthusiasm I have received has given me a real spring in my stride, so much so that I dug out my old 1990s aerial boots – they still fit – and hung up some strops to have a play. And this little video emerged! Great to try new (old) things, and consider what else I might be able to offer.

Continue reading “Hurrah! Airhedz is back…”

The Loves and Loathes of Lockdown

Has anyone else obsessed over the Downing Street Briefings? Become addicted to statistics? Been horrified at the deaths, the pain, the isolation, the exhaustion, the inequity, so many have suffered? Has anyone else been perpetually conflicted over what, or what not to do?

I know I have been EXTREMELY lucky.

To date, my nearest and dearest are okay. I’m most grateful for that.

Continue reading “The Loves and Loathes of Lockdown”

Accessible Aerial… for me!

Close up of a hand wearing a wrist support. Socked feet are in the far distance below left.

I turned 50 and my body started to rebel. Holding on is getting harder, but letting go? That’s not an option.

I have been exceptionally lucky in my life. I know this. Much of the time, I get to do what I want. I’m my own boss. I make decisions about what and how to do things, and although there are of course significant times of doubt, fear, frustration and panic, it’s not a bad position to be in. Most of the time.

Then some days I just don’t FEEL lucky!

Continue reading “Accessible Aerial… for me!”