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Detail from the lifeboat window in Cromer parish church, Norfolk, 1968. The window is a memorial to Robert William Clarke, who died in March 1962, after serving as sidesman in the church for 51 years and as deputy church warden for 13 years.
The final photograph from Roedean this afternoon, 22nd October 2013, shows Compass Travel Scania L94 Irizar Century Y858 LRX, originally SI74 in the Bus Eireann fleet.
Ingredients (besides the magnet) for building a directional compass: Tub of water, foam tray, knife, sharpie.
More detail about this project is at http://www.evilmadscientist.com/article.php/EasyCompass
Compass Bus GX09 AGZ stops at Horsham rail station to load a wheelchair passenger, while on a 74 to Storrington.
Note the old-style/new-style front bumper corner combo!
North Street, Horsham, West Sussex.
Compass Travel, Worthing, Mercedes Benz Vario O814D Plaxton Cheetah X228 AWB is seen on Eastbourne seafront on 16th April, 2008. It was new to D & S Travel of Stanmore.
Pierce a foam tray with a knife.
Building a directional compass the really easy way. Details at http://www.evilmadscientist.com/article.php/EasyCompass
The first time I have seen them installed on a bus
#16 Arbutus southbound on Granville. Note the yellow plastic bag over the firebox. Free rides for all.
www.translink.ca/en/Fares-and-Passes/Compass-Card.aspx does not seem to cover the use of the reader with cards other than Compass - note the other logos
This hour glass features a working compass on both ends--you unscrew a lid to reveal it. Hand-made in India, purchased by my husband for me as a gift in Bangladesh.
I used these textures:
Warm Vintage Holiday Texture
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From Flickr Textures for Layers:
Braised pig cheeks on buttered swede and a cider sauce. Kat had these and liked them (though not the sauce so much). At The Compass, Penton Street.
I was bored installing some display drivers for Windows and had a rummage in my draw to see if there was anything interesting in there. I found this old compass and decided to take a picture to try out my new Tamron 70-300mm lens.
People said to me when I was considering buying this lens, "Why put such a cheap lens on your camera?" My intention was to get a cheap lens for occasional shooting. But I really like this! I'm not sure a lens costing £600 more would have given a result 6x better, it might have. This is good enough for me though :)
We had a complete change this Christmas – we cancelled it! - we went walking in The Lakes, or Wasdale more precisely. We were staying at Irton Hall B & B, they had over 70 in for Christmas dinner but we ate jam bread on the slopes of Sca Fell Pike. Fantastic. We had a front wheel puncture on a run flat tyre on the new car with a 100 mile still to drive on the afternoon of Christmas eve on our way there. I drove straight to the nearest ATS – where I have an account – they shook their heads and directed me to Westhoughton Tyres, the lads there were fantastic and got us on our way in good time. BMW dealer advice was run on the flat tyre and then throw it away - £250! Where I would have got a tyre on the western side of the Lakes over Christmas I don’t know, ATS didn’t have one to sell me.
The weather was forecast good for Christmas day but after a fine start it was raining before we even left the car park in Wasdale. We headed up Lingmell and ran into snow on the summit. The path onto Sca Fell Pike was very icy, snow covered and visibility was low, the snow kept falling. We didn’t linger long, it was too cold to have dinner up there so we dropped down onto the Corridor Route, where we had our dinner. We went that way to stretch the walk out, having originally intended to cross to Great End. The tops were so icy, glazed, with not enough snow to get a grip on that we decide to leave it for another day. From Styhead we headed back to Wasdale and a dull but fine finish to the day. A drink in the bar at Irton Hall was on the radar.
Every morning we headed into Wasdale early, it got colder, icier and sunnier as the days went by. We went up Yewbarrow, it was an icy scramble up and I decided it was too dangerous to go down Stirrup Crag to Dore Head so went back the same way. It turned out to be the right decision as we lingered on the top, going to view points that we wouldn’t have and getting some decent photos. One morning we walked over the Screes tops, Illgill Head and Whin Rigg, dropping down the steep slope to The southern end of Wast Water. Having said that I would never walk the Screes path alongside Wast Water again the memory of how awful it is in the rain had faded. There is only really a quarter of a mile out of three miles that is really bad, every rock was like glass with the potential to break a leg every step. It seemed a long way and I was getting killer looks from Herself.
We made our way onto Sca Fell on a beautiful morning, clear blue sky. The snow line had got lower most nights but we never had the low level snow that caused problems in the rest of the country. I chose a, sometimes, pathless way to the summit, partly because I’d never been that way but also to stay in the sun, to keep the view and to avoid the ways that would be a touch dangerous, it was -4 and seared with ice for the last 600 feet. After 15 minutes on the summit wispy thin cloud came racing in, crossing the Lake District in minutes, the photos show it heading towards us and I was glad to have got the clear photos first. Looking out to sea a great mattress of cloud was heading straight for us. It was calm and sunny one minute and the next we were engulfed in thick cloud with 30 yards visibility at the most. I have never had a clear sky turn to cloud so fast – ever! We were going down to Slightside next which was OK, about a mile following the ridge down, the problem was getting back to Wasdale from there. We needed to get to Great Howe which meant a pathless trek a mile SW across Quagrigg Moss – a bog full of tarnlets, it would be a nightmare in low visibility. After getting some accurate compass bearings and heading down off Slightside we suddenly dropped out of the cloud and could see our target, brilliant, we legged it across the semi frozen bog and finally felt able to rest and grab a sandwich and cup of tea. We had to find our way down Raven Crags, which was interesting – and steep! We needed to get to the footbridge to get onto the Burnmoor Tarn path back to Wasdale. As we got closer to Burnmoor Tarn the light that I had been cursing gave us a gorgeous sunset. I had one eye on a gap in the cloud low down in the sky out at sea and I was hoping the sun would break through, it did. Burnmoor Tarn was like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding mountains, including Yewbarrow and parts of the Mosedale Horseshoe in the far distance. There was just the two of us, we had barely seen a soul all day, it was a fantastic end to a tough day. As we dropped into Wasdale I caught the deep pink and orange of the last of the sun, I was shooting into it but I had nothing to lose. There would have been quite a few tripods at the opposite end of the lake but I think I was in the better place – for a change.
On our final walking day we decided to head up Great Gable. It was clear of cloud for a change but ominously the surrounding tops, including the Sca Fells were cloud covered. Another beautiful but very cold morning, it was going to be very icy up there so we elected to go via Styhead and the tourist track. We would choose a way off once we were up there. Long before we got to the top, although we couldn’t see it, we knew the cloud was swirling in and out on the summit so it was going to be hit and miss for the photos. The cloud was down for the last 500 feet but once on the frozen top it kept clearing briefly – very briefly. There were more people up there than we had seen the entire trip previously. People were getting out after Christmas, many had parked at the top of Honister for the fairly easy walk in across Green Gable, some were not dressed for winter walking it has to be said. We left for an icy scramble down to Aaron Slack, up onto Green Gable them we galloped down Aaron Slack to Styhead and back to Wasdale.
Christa Avampato yoga portraits in Washington Square Park.
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