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For this project, I learned that it's very hard to hold the camera above the coffee table and the flashlight below the table and take the picture at the same time...
Direct Rail Services Class 68s 68016 "Fearless" and 68001 "Evolution" approach Hartford station with 6C53 06:25 Crewe Coal Sidings to Sellafield BNFL.
Clay flask with marine style decoration of octopuses, sea-urchins, seaweed and rocks.
From Polaikastro, Crete
New Palace period, 1500-1450 BC
Heraklion Archaeological Museum
It's hard to imagine that the owners of flint-lock firearms ever discharged their weapons often enough to deplete the contents of a powder flask, but there you have it.
Steamboat Arabia Museum, Kansas City, Missouri. www.1856.com/
The Stopford & Rowbotham famiiies disembarking from LJ55BRX at the Flask Inn after an unexpectedly sunny warm day in Whitby. All too much for Joseph Rowbotham who fell asleep and missed the exciting ascent from Robin Hood's Bay.
Public house, possibly early C18, partially rebuilt c.1767 by William Carpenter. The oval date-stone inscribed 1663 presumably refers to a stable block which has that claim. Grade II listed. Highgate West Hill, London Borough of Camden.
Not the best picture but we had little time to explore before 57 012 came around the corner after passing Foxfield station. 57 012 with 20 305 on the rear pass Skelly Crag crossing with the 6C51 1258 Sellafield to Heysham Harbour flask train. Keith Mcgovern looks on.
37603 and 37607 at Carlisle heading 6C46 Sellafield to Kingmoor Depot flasks on Tuesday 20th November 2012.
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I took a flask of coffee and a bun with me as I planned to go to London. But the station was closed, with police and ambulances there, so I had them at home.
DRS 68007 'Valiant' powers past Southampton Airport Parkway with 6Z95 Wool Winfrith Sidings-Crewe Coal Yard nuclear flask train. 68002 'Intrepid' was on he rear
After photographing the very late cement train from Oxwellmains, I decided to head to Markle for the Torness Flasks, before heading back to see the now failed cement train.
Here at Markle level crossing, as the barriers start to raise, we see 68032 + 68017 on its final part of its journey to Torness. This is 6S43, 0623 Kingmoor - Torness Flask train on the 10th January 2018. Seen passing here at 0945 on a dull overcast day. It is running early here due to the Virgin East Coast Trains 1E09 booked to depart 10 minutes earlier at 0920, due to Engineering work at Newcastle
DRS 68005 'Defiant' powers the 6M50 Torness Power Station - Carlisle Kingmoor nuclear flask train up towards Niddrie West Junction with 68033 on the rear. As with 6S50, this train was also running early, passing Niddrie West Junction some 150 minutes ahead of schedule.
Baiting the Hook at Wicksford
Acte Two
The Wild Cards are Played
I am enjoying the show, my mind swirling over the potential opportunities facing me.
Next thing I know Sean is at my shoulder, whispering in his all too polite accent
“Evening ma’am, fancy meeting you here”
Not in the least surprised he had been out following them. I nodded recognition, as an epiphany hit me like a load of bricks.
After a full minute of the both of us watching in silence, I whispered out of the side of my mouth…
“I imagine you had me tagged as soon as I came in this evening. Is Emylee close at hand as well?”
Not yet, ma’am, she’s outside by the woods near the parking lot, why?”
I nodded past the group…
“Have her meet me at the thief's font in 15 minutes no more.”
Sean obediently left without another word.
The thieves font is actually a statue of Robyn Hode of Blaxley standing over a font, which is located at the edge of the gardens facing a bit of the old Barnsdale forest. A Little way along the edge of the woods is the backside of the western parking lots of the Wicksford Party Venue
This is where Emylee would be holed up.
Sean would be telling her about the meeting at the same time I reached the font. Then he would split, this type of action not being his scene.
I was only five minutes into my wait when the black spandex form of Emylee crept up beside me.
I look at her with no expression in my eyes, her own holding none also.
“ Remember that favor I owe you?
Emylee Nodded”
“The Lass with the diamond pendant, is that the one?”
I looked at her with a gleam in my eye remembering the incident.
“ That’s the one, walking alone in the the park, Well, follow me.”
We reach the fruit trees from which we spy the little party of happy whelps. I look at Emylee, her eyes big as saucers as she accurately accessed the situation, eyeballing their jewels that showed with such tantalizing brilliance along their tightly fitted sleekly shiny gowned, very drunken figures.
Emylee whistles softly…
“Talk about shooting eels in a barrel.”
I answered…
“Aye, lass. Here’s the gist. These are the young’uns belonging to the parents whose wallets Sean lifted and gave you this evening. I’ll go up and join in. When the lad finally has had enough he needs to go off into the woods, as Lads do, then you take care of him. I’ll then do my thing and after I leave, you can be free to do yours. No cuts, we each keep our take. Agreed are we?”
Emylee nodded without taking her eyes off the unwary, happily partying valuably laden group.
“We’d be square then. Just leave me the Tiaras luv…”
She then moved off, blending back into the shadows and I made my move.
It was time to raise the stakes of this game.
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I had a clear shot of the three girls sitting on the bench, the brother hovering over them as I began my approach.
They suddenly all get up to dance to unheard music, unless one counts the courting owls that had been calling out to each other, plus the nearby trilling nightjars, as dance music.
I walk up….
“Looks like a better time out here. Mind if I join in?”
Without out question, the girls totally opened up and I became part of the dance.
However, I was right about the lad. He appeared to be welcoming me enough, but I could see in his eyes he was not buying into my just innocently showing up.
The girl winningly wearing the chocolate silk gown drifts over, pulls me up to her, and introduces everyone to me as she dances around me.
I am looking at the diamonds dripping down from her neck, as I compliment her on how pretty the gown was that she was wearing. I did this while picturing in my mind, my black pussy Lucipurr slowly stalking and catching a soft feathered glittery toy, and I just smile wickedly to myself, as my fingers tingled uncontrollably.
Chocolate Silk placed a satin gloved hand on my shoulders and pulled me against her, I wrapped my arm loosely around her silky waist as we gyrations against each other’s figure. I can feel her shimmering broach just beyond my fingertips.
As I’m secretly admiring her jewellery I’m hoping the lad will have to head off to relieve himself soon. The trouble with younguns is they can hold it for a very long while. And I was having a hard time holding off pickpocketing myself, being this bloody close to such an array of giggling extremely well-dressed females wearing easily pickable jewels.
With all those thoughts jumbled in my head, we danced on, chocolate satin so very warm against me, her lavender perfume wafting in my nose.
Inwardly I sighed, there was opportunity galore here as I mingled with them, and the clock was ticking. Emylee would hold off only so long.
Finally, I suggest we have a smoke, and she is delighted with that idea. We go to the bench and light up.
As I’d hoped, the lad saw us and came over picking up his cigar from the bench, relights it, and joined us. He pulls out his flask and taking a sip, passes it around.
I fake a sip, watching brown Silk begin to snuggle up against the lad, obviously she had a crush on him. He responded by stroking her arm.
Still holding the flask, I slowly stand up and then walk over to the fountain.
Both of my benchmates follow.
As we stand there talking, the other two girls obliviously are dancing on. Their jewels just erupted with a frenzied sparkle.
Brown chocolate satin is now clinging onto the lad, her fingers unabashedly stroking the lad’s now very full Monty as they locked eyes.
I couldn’t have set it up better myself.
I clear my throat while going to hand the lad back his flask.
Flushing with Embarrassment, He turns away from the girl to take it back with unsteady fingers as his money is still being felt up.
As he does so, he “accidentally “ knocks the flask from my fingers, into the fountain's cold water-filled bowel.
He reached inside, and then suddenly his eyes grew all saucer-like.
He stands looking around. I helpfully point out the fruit trees.
“Excuse me …”
He says as he dashed off to the trees.
Brown satin giggles, watching him run off.
I waste no time springing into action.
I wrap my arms around her, steering her gently away to rejoin her still-dancing girlfriends. As we are walking, my fingers slyly run along her satin sash-clad waistline, easily locating her dazzling broach and quickly working it off.
Still giggling, the unwary lass never felt a thing as I relieved her of the jewel she had been wearing.
We reach the “dance floor.
As we embrace and again dance close with each other I watch from over her shoulder, the other two girlfriends.
Their green and black gowns sleekly slinking along their youthful pointed figures with a shiny, sexily fluid effect. Only outmatched by the storm of flashy jewels they were wearing.
As I watched, relished in the moment of being surrounded by such a bountiful wealth of dazzling jewellery, I felt my partner’s head burrowed into my shoulder as she snuggled, her tiara neatly blinded me.
I thought:
“In for a penny..”
While I nimbly ran my fingers up the backside of her sleek chocolate silk gown and reached her neck. I had an open view of her necklace clasp and lifting it gently up with my thumb and forefinger I released its gemmed clasp.
She never felt me doing that wicked deed.
I then lifted one end of the now loose chain of her necklace and effortlessly pulled it up over her shoulder and soon had the heavily jeweled necklace dangling from my hand. I quickly pocketed it and then began stroking along the gloriously rich material of her gown as she sighed happily in her growing drunken stupor.
Emboldened, I looked over her head at the other two unwary rich girls.
The one in green, whose Rubies and diamonds are rippling fire down the front of her throat, had caught my fancy first. She was next on my list.
I maneuvered my partner over to them, tapping the one in black on her shoulder.
“Change partners? Shall we?”
It was too easy. All I had to do was ask, and these happy, giggling, drunk, wasted girls fell over backward to oblige, even apologizing they hadn’t had a dance with me yet.
I peeled off the chocolate silk and attached her to black satin.
Green satin happily snuggled into me as black satin went merrily off with the happy chocolate silk in her arms.
Meanwhile green satin had placed her arms around my back. I responded by doing the same. The difference was mine did not stay there.
My left hand’s fingers slipped up to the back of her throat and slowly undid her necklace’s clasp. I pulled it apart while looking her in the eyes saying…
“Very nice to be meeting you all out here this evening.”
She closed her eyes and tipped down her head, placing it on my shoulder as she murmured.
“Yes, so happy you came upon us, You are such a divine dancer.”
Meanwhile, as she was simpering, I was lifting her simply mouth-watering glamorous necklace up so that it slid over her shoulder and fell curling up into my palm.
I was so excited about acquiring a second valuable necklace that I shivered. I held green satin even closet, again relishing in the feel of her sleekly covered warmly exciting figure. My eyes were smitten by her ruby and diamond earrings and I contemplated taking them.
And I may have if at the moment I felt a hand on my shoulder. My reverie intruded upon me, I did a little jump as I turned to face black satin, cursing myself for not keeping a better eye out.
She had deposited chocolate Silk on the bench, where she was drinking from the still 1/4 full bottle.
Green satin went to join her as I happily took the diamond-laden black satin beauty into my eagerly tingling arms.
Her succulent hotly pointed breasts pressed against mine. I felt her fingers stroking along my back, her delicious rings digging in. I extended my leg and the horny chick began rubbing her privates up along it, her slithering gown slipping slowly up and down my extended knee.
As black beauty deliciously played, so did I with eager fingers.
I pulled back her long hair, fully exposing her earrings and the mouth-watering necklace that flowed down like a river of glittering ice from around her throat.
I let my fingers do the walking, up along her neckline till they reached the heavy diamond studded clasp of her necklace. I nimbly opened and separated the ends and lifter up on the side. With a gentle tug, unfelt by the wearer, I pulled up and easily had her valuable necklace freed from around her throat. I held it behind her back as I made sure this time I was given the other two gigglers hanging out on the bench.
Black satin dug her long fingers into my hinny, rings, and bracelets pinching with a satisfying relish. As soon as I had my hands empty of her diamonds, I responded.
Then I felt her breakaway and she looked up at me her breath wavy eyes sultry. Lips puckered and I leaned in and we kissed. Her eyes closed hands digging into my back. My eyes were opened and my hands went to the most logical place, her ears, from which were dripping those heavy flickering diamond earrings. My fingers caressed her earlobes, lifting up and gingerly pulling out at the same time both of the gold Shepard’s hooks that had held The swaying beauties in while their mistress was otherwise distrustfully occupied.
We broke off. Sorry, she apologizes, embarrassed.
I told her it was ok. Then pulled her in close and kissed her, our tongues licking.
When we finally broke away, I told her to just join up with her friends while I took a quick walk about to catch my breath
She smiled shyly at me, still a wee bit embarrassed, then turned with a swirling of her satin gown, and headed back to join up with her drinking friends.
None of the three noticed their missing jewels.
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I headed back to the thief’s font and turned to watch. Emylee has wasted no time. I watched the black hooded figure emerging from the shadows to steal up to the three girls.
Black Beaty noticed her first, a heavenly jeweled gloved hand flying to a gasping mouth.
Immediately the other two party girls also straightened up as the the thief approached.
A black leather satchel is held out and one by one the three begin plucking off their jewellery and plopping them inside the satchel.
Chocolate silk is first in line to be stripped.
Her tiara of a sparkling diamond is demanded first, she pulls it out, her hair falling out in a messy tangle. She reached into her hair and pulled out her stunning diamond-filled earrings, then from her long brown satin gloves she unclasped the pair of thin diamond bracelets, placing them inside the satchel. She then pulls off one by one her five glittering rings.
As the last is plopped In she stands back.
Black satin beauty is then asked for her bracelet and ring which she undoes and pulls off. She doesn't appear to question the rest of her jewellery.
Simpering emerald green satin is the last
Quivering she begins the stressful process of being robbed.
She is also asked to first remove the ruby-tipped tiara set with diamonds that was sparking from her head. Her silky curls fall loosely down framing her face as it is pulled free and placed with reverence inside the leather satchel.
Then from her ears, the dangled long ruby and diamond-encrusted earrings are pulled. The ruby broach set on the right side of her gown’s ribbed waistline was removed next, flashing like wildfire before it was dropped from her fingers into the waiting satchel. From elbow-length green velvet gloves right wrist the wide bracelet set with rubies and diamonds was undone and added. The matching ruby cocktail rings on each little finger were the last to be handed over.
Then she also stood back joining her friends.
All three are made to then slip off their luxurious gowns.
As they were peeling off their shiny gowns, I could see that black satin had been nearly naked underneath her gown. How both scintillating and titillating it must have been to have that expensive black satiny material rubbing along her nude figure all evening.
I know I would have loved to feel something like that, and I knew just what gown I saw being worn this evening that would have been the one I chose to wear along my naked figure.
I saw the masked thief lift the discarded gowns and fling them over her shoulder.
She then orders her three victims to turn around.
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Seeing enough I left the font and melted into the woods.
Then I lit a victory cigarette and with great jubilance, I made my through the woods heading towards the little used far west-end parking area where I had my coupe.
Within ten minutes I reached the main parking lot, now half full, when do I spy? Why it’s but Gary and his wife Robin wearing the adorable midnight blue silk dress, that I could easily see myself in.
They are sweetly hugging by the passenger door. As they do I see that Gary is working off his wife’s 2 layer sapphire/diamond necklace. Pocketing it as he opens The door for her.
So Gary likes to play pickpocket games. Well done lad, but, unfortunately so do I.
Robin slips in, her pretty gown tightly outlines her nice figure, and after casting a hungering look upon her, he closes the door and walks around.
By that time I had put out my cigarette and was at the front of their car. I waved to Robin , who threw me a kiss, and I walked up to a surprised Gary, who stopped opening his door.
“Allow me.”
He laughed as he brushed past me to get into his seat. As he did my fingers dipped into his pocket and with a satisfying feeling, extracted his wife’s purloined necklace from inside.
I tapped his window, blowing him a kiss, as I walked off into the woods separating the two parking lots.
I heard about his Mercedes startup.
Man, I thought if he had been a few minutes later I would already have been through to my coupe, and Garry and Robin may have run into the fleeing Emylee who would have stopped her flight to take the time to rob them both on the spot. Robin’s jewels are far too valuable to pass up.
Reaching my coupe, I jump in, putting gas to the gas peddle, and without hurry, not even gunning the engine like I wanted, I let out the clutch and moved off, making good my escape.
Later that night, in my plum satin. Pj’s, I look over the loot as my black Greeneyed cat lucipurr plays with the pile of diamonds. I happily pet my warm pussy at play while warmly burning memories are playing in my head.
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The next day I took the familiar walk to the Village Green pub.
I was wearing my tightest satin blouse with an even tighter leather skirt. a long chain of braided gold, my only jewellery. I was also wearing large sunglasses.
Over my clothes, I had placed a short leather jacket, which from a right side pocket the edge of an envelope stuffed with fivers inside, could be seen sticking out.
I entered the pub straightaway and went to the bar, squeezing intently in between two of the male patrons sitting there and asking the bloke the males what they were having.
The one on my left gave me the eye, then guardedly answered me.
“Beer, miss.”
The one on my right politely answered me.
“Gin, ma’am.”
I looked up at the barkeep.
“Bloody Mary, with gin, Please. Gin and Beer for these lads.”
Nothing more was said until our drinks were served.
As he took him, the gentleman to my right raised his glass in salute.
I turned to my right, saying.
“Thank you, lad .”
We finished our drinks in silence after that.
Without another word, I laid my notes on the counter, arose then walked off.
As I walked down the sidewalk outside the pub, I felt in my right side pocket. As suspected, it had been picked clean of the envelope.
Fini
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Pickpocket lady
£267,800 inside the venue
£203,000 Girls In The Garden
£28,000. Parking lot lifted from pocket
£498,800 Total nights haul.
Emylee haul
3 girls in the garden plus the lads Rolex.
£453,000
37609 is seen heading 6M50, Torness - Kingmoor, at Seton with 37612 at the rear. It has just passed the site of what was Seton Level Crossing which closed in the late 70's.
When this train is in top n' tail mode it has left Torness and just went to the Innerwick crossover to return north. If it doesn't come in top n' tail mode it runs to Grantshouse to run round its train.
2/4/15 at 1531
Celtic scroll work on a pewter whisky flask. I used the Olympus MCON-P01 macro converter. Decent results overall.
The second of 3 Freight's photographed at Dinwoodie was flask's from Torness.
9 minutes behind 4M82 is 37259 hauling 6M50 , Torness - Kingmoor, and has 20309 on the rear. This was the third flask train I had seen on this day, and each one had a class 20, not bad in 2015 !
9/6/15 at 1856
The inverted image in the spherical lens is inverted as expected. Note also the real image location: on the near side of the flask, not inside the sphere. A real image reflected from the inner surface of a soap bubble is similarly inverted, but is inside the bubble. Images in water drops by refraction are not 'in' the drop in this sense.
The summer solstice had no bearing on the lighting conditions on this wet and thoroughly dismal Cumbrian evening. Precisely on time at 18:20, Direct Rail Services 37606 and 37611 get underway from DRS Kingmoor Depot on the last leg of their journey with the 6M22 Hunterston to Sellafield nuclear flask, seen here crossing the 1942 LMS-built Eden river bridge on 21st June 2012. 37611 was delivered new to Cardiff Canton depot in September 1963 as D6871. Subsequently carrying the numbers 37171 (1974) 37690 (1987) and finally 37611 (1995), she was acquired from the European Passenger Services fleet by DRS in June 1997. 37606 was delivered new to Gateshead depot in January 1963 as D6790. Subsequently bearing the running numbers 37090 (1974), 37508 (1986) and 37606 (1996), she was acquired by DRS from the European Passenger Services fleet in May 2002. Just 48 hours later the track on the curve in the distance, at Caldew Junction, was under water flooded by the river. You can judge how high the level of the river rose by looking at the river Eden peacefully flowing by!
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With the land to the left of this shot now a building site, and the vegetation now cleared for possible Electrification, we seen the weekly Flask train pass.
37603 and 57003 are seen passing Niddrie West with 6S43, Kingmoor - Torness loaded Flask train on the 7th July 2016 at 0906
37682 + 37229 waiting on its booked stop on the slows at Golborne junction working 6K73 Sellafield-Crewe flasks 19/06/12.
In heavy cloud, wind and driving rain, DRS pairing of 37259 and 37610 "T.S. (Ted) Cassady 14.5.61 - 6.04.08. are seen at John Daniel's Way foot crossing, Churchdown with 6M63 1158 Bridgwater to Crewe flasks. There is a possibility this might be the last appearance of 37610 on this working. This proved not to be the case. 22nd February 2017.
Standing behind the buffer stop at the end of the Flask Siding, which was a short siding off the original formation, as we look north towards Blaenau Ffestiniog on the disused freight only line, at Trawsfynydd in Gwynnedd, North Wales.
The Blaenau Ffestiniog-Bala line closed as a through route on the 4th January 1960 and lifted, apart from a 5 mile stretch at the northern end Blaenau Ffestiniog-Trawsfynydd, to serve the then new Trawsfynydd Nuclear Power Station (since closed) and take away spent nuclear rods.
The last flask train to leave here was on the 8th August 1995, behind class 31 locomotives 31255 and 31199.
The last train here before the line closed on the 31st October 1998 was, Hertfordshire Railtours 'The Trawsfynydd Lament' top and tailed by 56108 (buffer end) and 47785, running as the 1T70 15.04 Trawsfynydd-London Euston.
30th October 2018