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We were in The Lake District for the August Bank Holiday, great weather for walking but very busy – unlike the last Bank Holiday - where we had Great Gable to ourselves after a bad forecast kept people away. It was grim back home but we walked in shorts and Tee shirts.
Saturday and we were in the Old Dungeon Ghyll car park and away in good time. What a beautiful morning, we headed up Redacre Gill onto Pike of Blisco. The first climb of the day is always tough until the blood gets flowing. I didn’t really have a plan but it wasn’t what we did that’s for sure. I’d thought that we would walk until early afternoon and then head down, probably from Rossett Pike – But! Jayne made a call to her Mum from Pike of Blisco and she asked if we would be going over the Langdale Pikes – Jayne said yes! I looked at her and said “will we?” I was a bit surprised as it is a pretty full on walk – what we call a two Banana walk – and we only had one. She couldn’t believe that I was letting her off without doing the whole circuit of Langdale. We have done this walk before but usually in the opposite direction. There is a lot of slow and tough ground, ten tops ( depending on where exactly you go in the Langdales) over 15 miles and over 6000ft of ascent – a decent walk. The atmosphere was very clear for August, things had turned prematurely Autumnal last week so instead of warm weather haze it was very clear. We could make out buildings on the Isle of Man, we could also see rain in the distance, over Morecambe Bay and out in to The Pennines. It rained over there for hours and you can see it in the background in a lot of the photos.
We walked from Pike Of Blisco across Red Tarn to Cold Pike onto Crinkle Crags – Including the bad step. On Crinkle Crags we met a very Fit 65 year old from London, wiry and experienced, we crossed paths and walked with this guy for quite a while, it slowed us all down a bit but it didn’t matter. Bow Fell for sandwiches and our one banana. We picked our way down Hanging Knotts, the direct route to Rossett Pike. When there isn’t a well-worn path on the direct route there is always a reason – because it’s hard usually! This was the start of the second half of the walk but the afternoon was ticking by, if we were doing it I wasn’t prepared to cut corners and miss any tops so were committed to the whole thing.
We had a long slog over Rossett Pike, It’s a long fell, across Stake Pass and Martcrag Moor. After the dry summer and a wet August the fells were noticeably wetter underfoot and Martcrag was very boggy. Onto Pike of Stickle and Loft Crag. By mid-afternoon the Langdales were very busy with large family groups, every top had a small crowd on it, we took a photo and enjoyed the view and moved on – briskly! My old knee and ankle injuries were starting to tell a story by now but there wasn’t much I could do about it. Across to Harrison Stickle and I decided to include Thunacar Knott as it’s a short easy diversion on the way to Pavey Ark. Stood at the top of Pavey Ark looking over Stickle Tarn I knew that it was going to be a long painful descent – and it was. The mile or so from the New to the Old Dungeon Ghyll wasn’t so bad as there is a path through the fields which was nice and gentle on my aching joints. Eight hours wasn’t bad as we never hammered it, just wanting to enjoy our first big day on the tops for quite a long time. The golden Rule in Ambleside was calling – after a shower.
On Sunday we had another beautiful start although there was a fair bit of cloud later. We drove over Kirkstone Pass and down to Hartsop, there’s a little car park up the dead-end road through the village, it’s only small and you need to be there early, it was already filling as we got there. We had a tough first climb up the nose of Hartsop Dodd, steep but fantastic views. I’d thought long and hard about how to make the most of the fine forecast for today and views from the first climb proved that it was worth it. The day took us over 17 miles and fourteen tops, the ground was easier than yesterday so we finished an hour sooner but it was still a tough day.
Caudale Moor, Stoneycove Pike, down to Threshthwaite Cove, an out and back to Gray Crag and a quick early sandwich on Thornthwaite Crag. High Street, were most walkers never go near the summit but bypass it on the main path – something that’s true of a lot of tops and a lot of walkers – each to their own. Rampsgill Head out and back to High Raise and Kidsty Pike, back to Rampsgill Head and onto The Knott, Rest Dodd. We normally do an out and back to The Nab on this walk but not today, it might have caused some friction wi’ our Jaynie. Across Satura Crag to Brock Crags, we only had the twin tops of Angletarn Pikes to go and we were done with the tops. I usually find Angletarn Pikes hard work at the end of a long walk but we used a different path this time and they didn’t’ seem so bad. The problem with this walk is that you think it’s all over now but it’s a long fast yomp back to the car- around three miles with a little bit of climbing as well, it certainly magnifies the aches and pains.
Monday was forecast to be wet, very wet the further south you went so we headed north. It rained over breakfast and we feared the worst, gale force wind were also forecast and sure enough the trees outside the dining room were straining at the leash. I t might have to be a short leg stretcher. We headed for Keswick and parked below Dodd. We were the only ones there, gales and rain and it was the day of the Keswick show ( Grasmere Games and traffic gridlock yesterday) The rain stopped but it was a dark and grey day. We creaked our way up Dodd with aching legs, I don’t think Jayne was impressed but we plodded up Carl Side, battered by the wind. Once on Carl Side we were wind propelled along Long Side and over Ullock Pike. There was a bit of blue in the sky to the north and a bit of sun but not much. We descended via The Edge and back along Longside Wood. Nearly seven miles and 2000 ft of ascent.
Over two and a half days we climbed almost half the height of Everest, stood on 28 tops and walked 40 miles ( we clocked a couple of evening miles) we used to do eight day weeks in the Lakes with every day a full on day but over the last few years we haven’t made the effort to travel up there, we need to get our act together – and some new knees!
Forecast for the rest of Sunday :
Max 26
Sunny.
Chance of any rain: 0%
Sun protection recommended from 8:50 am to 2:40 pm,
UV Index predicted to reach 6 [High]
This weekend I had the only chance to see Geminids this year. The forecast looked pretty good so we, me and my dad, went out of the city. But when we arrived at a planned spot, the sky was still overcast. We were waiting almost two hours and went elsewhere. After that, the sky was finally getting clear and I saw the first meteor. When I set up my camera and took a smaller panorama of 15 pictures, I started to shoot the meteors. I was shooting for maybe fifteen minutes and I saw that another clouds are coming. They came quickly and thwarted my shooting. I have taken one Geminid! It's not too much but I am pleased with it. One is better than none. At least, you can enjoy the view of the winter night sky. 😀
Sky and ground: Canon EOS 760D, Tamron 17-50mm, 30s, ISO-3200, f/3.5, panorama from 15 pics
Meteor: Canon EOS 760D, Samyang 8mm, 6s, ISO-12800, f/3.5
Frýdštejn, Czech Republic, 12/12/2021
A picture taken from Harwich, in brilliant sushine, of a ship in Felixtowe container port with a storm behind it.
YCC 33/52, 2020
Shopping mall screens showing the weather forecast w/ bad design making it fairly useless to anyone.
1 - the screens are inside a mall in Helsinki, yet they show general forecast to whole Finland, and
2 - The literal design (familiar from TV) is mostly incomprehensible on urban screens.
The weather forecasters said the 6th September 2017 would be the best day of the week for sun and so 3 of us set off at 4am for Norfolk to photograph the final days (that was said by all we spoke to!) of class 68s use on the Norwich to Great Yarmouth /Lowestoft passenger workings! As ever with the British weather the forecast did not live up to expectations!!
It started quite well with 68028 at the rear of 68005 leaving Great Yarmouth (08.46) with 2P11 for Norwich.
When I read the forecast for Monday 29 April 2013, I decided to stay home and not go on a bird walk with friends. This is what they saw and I missed : ) Apparently, they were all saying how much I would have loved these ice formations. Thanks to an immediate e-mail from Joanne, who was on the walk, I was able to dash out and see them for myself. We had a snowstorm blow in with strong winds, which lasted for about two hours - the very two hours that I was down by the open waters (and ice) of the Glenmore Reservoir : ) Normally, the surface of the Reservoir is calm, but you can see the choppy water in my photo. Later, we got more snow overnight, too. So, it was back to winter boots, winter jacket plus two fleece jackets for a very cold walk in driving snow. Unfortunately, the snow was covering the ice crystals and the light was atrocious, but you can get the idea : ) Joanne, can't thank you enough! Very thoughtful of you to let me know. I also saw at least two Loons way, way out in the middle of the Reservoir, a number of American Wigeons and various others. I wasn't there to look for birds though - my focus was on the ice. Can't believe I stayed there so long - long enough to need Tim Horton's Drive-through on the way home, for hot chili and soup : )
Cécile Brünner, the rose, is just about done for this season. Two days of high winds are forecast and they'll probably finish her off. Maybe then she'll get pruned. There's always something going on with Cécile. She's housed the wren's nest, is part of the cottage's windbreak, and climbs up and over the shade house where, despite the "monster who ate everything" frost, she kept the houseplants safe. While she was at it, three ginkgo seedlings arrived in the mail the other day and are in there too, recovering, getting used to their new home ahead of them heading off into the "wild wood" next year.
I picked the last few buds of Cécile on their skinny little stems. They don't make the best cut flowers. But they are pretty enough for a dressing table or vanity for a day or two; then this…
Fortuitously, this little vase and it's posey are roughly the size of the wren's nest, so I know the formula: 42 turns of the focussing rail, front to back. toddkeith533 favoured the notion of a small aperture for close-up photography over stacking. So, taking his advice to enhance my inherent "efficiency", or laziness, I've stopped down to f/11 and reduced the process to just seven exposures — hybridisation, if you like. While I was at it, I turned off the overhead lighting and swapped out the flash I used on the wren's nest for the less powerful 430 EXII. The results? No exposure compensation numbers were harmed, and computer time was far, far less than for however many photos I used at f/4.
What it all amounts to is a pretty little pink thing to insert among the green doom and gloom of a frozen landscape. Even wilted and drying roses are better than that!
Area Fitzroy, one of an abstract art series of the 31 Shipping Forecast areas which I created with the ArtRage program.
Forecast se suma a la oferta de moda del Centro Comercial L'Aljub con la inauguración de una nueva tienda. Más info en cclaljub.com/directorio/forecast
100 Years on.
You certainly would not have needed a radio weather forecast to know that it was a wet day on the 6th of January 1916 when you and 11 of you cobbers left Delegate under the banner announcing yourselves as the Men From Snowy River on a recruitment route march to Goulburn via most parts of the Monaro.
You most likely came from one of the families who were in their second generation or so of settling on the harsh but rewarding country formerly known as the Maneroo and now known as the Monaro. Your people would have been well aware of the need for self-reliance for survival and carried the legacy of all the cracks who had gathered to the fray. You would have been handy with gun and horse as well as extremely practical. You may well have lied about your age.
You would have been well aware of the big blue in Europe and that, as an Empire Man, you were expected to do your bit for King and Country. Besides, they said, it’d be a lark, see the world they said, be part of the cream as a volunteer, they said, not the curds and whey of a conscript, they said. You’ll be home by Christmas, they said. They’ll pay you 5 bob a day they said.
You may have heard the words of recruitment Captain Wedd before the march began, “The famous Monaro brumby is noted for its staying qualities” “whilst the man from Snowy River is noted for his fine physique and stamina”, his language is always colourful.
So it was you set out singing songs like “Marching Through Georgia” as you followed the220 mile route via Bombala, Cooma, Queanbeyan and Bungendore before arriving in Goulburn on 29 January. You had been feted all along the route. In all 142 men arrived in Goulburn, well short of the 200 expected.
In September 1916 you departed Australia as part of the 55th Battalion for England via South Africa with mostly 2 up to while away the time at sea. There may not have been much of that 5 bob a day left by the time you got to Blighty.
By April 1917 the shine had defiantly have gone off the new ball when you found yourself on the Somme rubbing your feet and calves with whale oil to combat trench foot.
The first time you stood at your trench wall waiting for the shriek of the whistle to send you over the top and into battle would have called on every bit of self-reliance you had been taught by the tough life back on the, by now beloved, Monaro.
And so it went on. You may well have been amongst the troops who had become so disenchanted by the British High Commands total disregard for human life that, when reviewed by the King, could not bring themselves to respond to the call for three cheers for the King. You may have been gassed, seen the demise of the Red Barron and fought with the Yanks at the end against the Hindenburg line.
You would have received the news of the signing of the armistice around 10.00am on the 11th of November 1918.
By April of 1919 you would have been set to be demobbed and yet, you who had survived all this, would not all come home together. First home would be the longest serving, followed by those with family responsibilities. Then those assured employment.
During WWI, Australian troops raised (excluding naval forces) numbered 416,809; of these 331,789 took the field. Casualties numbered 215,045; of which 59,342 were killed. Compare this with the nation’s population in 1916 - 4,875,325
You, like most of your compatriots, probably didn’t talk much about your experience afterwards due to general disbelief or indifference. You would have had to wait a mighty long time to see the tears flow freely when Eric Bogle sang “And the band played Waltzing Matilda” and people could finally appreciate what you had been through.
And so, a hundred years later, the descendants and the wider Monaro community gathered to commemorate these events at Delegate over the Australia Day weekend. There was a street march, speeches, a rousing description of what those men went through by that great chronicler of conflict Peter Fitzsimons AM and martial music from the Royal Australian Military College Band.
It was not a celebration, rather a commemoration. Lest we forget.
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40170 - 1Z?? (1439 SO Charter from Liverpool Lime Street to London Euston via Warrington Central, Glazebrook, Ashburys, Rochdale, Guide Bridge, Northwich, Middlewich, Crewe & the West Coast Main Line, which was formed of c10 mki coaches & named "The North West Rambler - Class 84 farewell" by promoters the DAA Railtour Society / The Diesel & Electric Group) - Warrington Central - afternoon c1600 - Saturday 29/04/78.
When the tickets were sent out on 14th April 1978, the two Class 84's had become one, as BR had "overlooked their own ban" preventing two running at more than 60 mph South of Crewe & route via Hednesford on the outward journey had been removed, due to a shortage of Signalman in the Bloxwich area!!
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40170 - 1Z?? (1439 SO Charter from Liverpool Lime Street to London Euston via Warrington Central, Glazebrook, Ashburys, Rochdale, Guide Bridge, Northwich, Middlewich Crewe & the West Coast Main Line, which was formed of c10 mki coaches & named "The North West Rambler - Class 84 farewell" by promoters the DAA Railtour Society / The Diesel & Electric Group) - Ashburys - afternoon c1600 - Saturday 29/04/78.
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31005 - Stratford (London) - 1143 - Thursday 01/06/78 (Un-identified Eastbound speical, which was formed of 2 coaches).
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20013 & 170 - 1Z?? (0755 SO STP Charter from London St Pancras to Worcester Shrub Hill via Toton Centre [loco-change from 20006 & 030], Sheffield, Tamworth & Stourbridge Jn, which was formed of c10 mki coaches & named "The Chopper Railtour" by promoters the DAA Railtour Society / The Diesel & Electric Group) - Sheffield Midland - lunchtime c1230 - Saturday 17/06/78.
Michael Hanley, Head of Digital Communications, Member of the Executive Committee, World Economic Forum and Philip Tetlock, Leonore Annenberg University Professor in Democracy and Citizenship, Wharton School, University of Pennsylvania, USA and Molly Crockett, Associate Professor of Experimental Psychology, University of Oxford, United Kingdom at the Annual Meeting 2017 of the World Economic Forum in Davos, January 18, 2017
Copyright by World Economic Forum / Walter Duerst
Reflecting an ongoing trend toward masculine colors, the deep gray of charcoal carries forward from Brentano's 2014 color forecast. The dramatic neutral pairs beautifully with other colors to add rich depth to traditional and contemporary spaces.
[...] Forecasting future events is often like searching for a black cat in an unlit room, that may not even be there [...]
-- Quote by Steve Davidson
Nikon D200, Tokina 28-70 f/2.8, 28mm - f/16 - 1/250s - Flash Metz CT-3
Petrella Salto, Italy (November, 2014)
Being the neo-bumpkin I am, I thought this mirror in our hotel that told the day's forecast was pretty dern neat.
That day, it was WARM. See?
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While it's not enough to bring out the snow blower yet, a wet day yesterday with a minimal amount of wind blown evening & overnight snow on top of it will make driving a challenge today.
Finally, the weather today is forecast to only reach 23°C, quite a bit cooler than what we have been experiencing. At 10:00 am, it is 16°C (feels like 14°C). Sunrise was at 6:03 am and sunset is at 9:20 pm. Just as I was going to bed around 2:00 am this morning, I happened to catch an endless stretch of strange lightning, which filled the night sky with orange flashes. Took a bit of video, but I don't know yet if it has worked.
In the very early hours of this morning, 2 August 2022, I added another five photos taken on 28 July 2022. On that day, I went for a drive out of the city. Having stayed home for eight days because of an extremely painful infected tooth, I just needed to get out for a few hours. It got up to 33C when I was out that day. For some reason, my tooth and jaw are almost as painful today as at the beginning. The antibiotics are finished, so I am obviously going to have to phone my dentist and make an appointment to get a root canal done as soon as possible. Just under two weeks of this pain has been more than enough!
My trip on 28 July started with a visit to the Saskatoon Farm for a late breakfast. I knew that the Farm was going to get busier than ever and I wanted to take a few bright, colourful photos while I had the chance. Every time I go to the Farm, new things have been added. Hard-working, creative owners and staff! Everyone is so friendly there.
From the Farm, I drove further south-east and quickly checked out Frank Lake and area. It was too hot for me to do more than a very short walk just as far as the American Pelicans. Driving a back road or two, I only saw a few small birds. Maybe it was just too hot for them. I did see a Yellow-headed Blackbird at the lake, standing on a rock with its wings slightly open and its beak open, in order to cool down a little. I was also very happy to see a beautiful adult, dark morph Swainson's Hawk perched on a fence railing along one of the roads.