I worked with my husband on renovating Hayes Bridge, we were pioneers with one child and another on the way. My husband would drive from inner London out to Hayesbridge every day after he had done his early morning cleaning and work all day there. I went to look after the children on weekends in a type of creche. I helped stripping the old linoleum of the floors in the naughty boys dormitaries, we were two sisters that did it by hand...it was really hard back breaking work..along comes a brother to take over and supervise us...he lasted about 15mins...we just laughed at him...no stickability...just wanted to look important.
We worked for a year there...I admired my husbands willingness, he worked his butt off there. I remember he couldnt always get there for 8am because of the traffic and leaving his work, one morning a brother on the gate sarcastically asked him who he thought he was coming so late for the morning text and prayer. I think my husband asked him where he was when my husband was earning his families keep at 4am in the morning...shut him up.
Still there were many good experiences from haysbridge..it was before the days of complete control by the Wt so people got away with a lot more and there was a lot of fun on site. The friendships with the lads working there was great..we often had up to six volunteers sleeping in our flat (one in the bath tub!)
I havent been back in Britain for years and havnt visited the place since 1990 so have no idea how it is today...remember creeping around the back lanes to get to the hall so as not to annoy the people living close by.
chicken little