Chris Parsons’ Blog

Hello, “We’ve only gone and won it”. This amazing news came through on Wednesday evening. Live from the red carpet at the Odeon cinema, Leicester square, London. The LandWorks film ‘One Day’ has won in its…

Hello, Unusually, I’m sat down on a sofa in our main building. I’m part of a small audience and we are about to witness three presentations.  There is palpable sense of excitement and nervousness. This is…

Hello, Back then when we started. In fact, before we had even got going. Our partners to be, HM Prison Service, the Probation Service and the Ministry of Justice, thought our ambition to remain in contact…

Hello, Interesting times. The prison population is being reduced, or at least they are attempting to reduce numbers by using an end of custody licence. This scheme was previously used in 2007 and 2010 to allow some…

Hello, Not bad for a Monday morning, mild weather, good turnout, and a sense of motivation about the place. I’m just feeling a teeny bit stressed about getting the Annual Report finished and submitted to the Charity…

Hello, “Chris, I reckon if I’d been loved as child, I might have been okay.” I agreed but felt a bit, I don’t know really, I guess a bit shaken. So many of the people who…

Hello, A lot of people have been asking how Josh is getting on. His partner has just had a baby and Josh, a carpenter by trade, is desperate to be with, and support his young family….

Hello, A busy lunch today. As so often, the meal starts off quietly, a few grumpy folks, but the food’s good, chat breaks out, then laughter and more chat. Wonderful. I’m looking around (as I do),…

Hello, I thought you may like to hear a range of questions that have been put to me over the last month and read my replies… Chris, is it true you are about to retire? No, it…

Hello, As news feeds from around the world deliver ever more depressing bulletins, there is one bright note singing out…. Its source – The LandWorks Wood Workshop. The crooner – Graham. The reason – He loves (loves)…

Hello, The messages just keep getting clearer. Like somebody is sending a sign. All around us feels fractured. Dave tipped petrol on himself. A desperate cry for help. I know… I’ve read the emergency service transcripts….

Hello, Sasha’s phone is ringing. She signals for me to listen in. “Hello, it’s the Mental Health team here. I can see it has taken a bit of time for us to get to you… Oh…