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A La Ronde, Summer Lane, Exmouth, Devon.
A La Ronde is a sixteen-sided property built in the 18th century for two cousins Mary and Jane Parmenter. It is Grade 1 listed, the gardens are Grade 2 listed. It is now run by the National Trust.
The house was built in 1796 and is based loosely on the Basilica of San Vitale in Ravenna, Italy. There was on the lower floor, a strong room, wine cellar and kitchen. The upper part of the house, there were bedrooms, study and many collected items. The cousins were fond of travelling and bought back many shells and other collectables.
Another feature were the triangular closets with diamond shaped windows. There has been quite a bit of renovation. A new bathroom was installed, central heating and new dormer windows fitted. More construction took place, a water tower and laundry room was built. This work took place when Rev. Oswald Reichel took over the tenantship in 1886. There is a Shell Gallery on the top story of the house which has been restored back to how it looked when the two cousins owned the property.
Another building that was erected in the cousin’s time was the ‘Point-in-View Chapel’. Alas a building I did not visit but the house and garden very worthwhile a visit when you’re close to Exmouth.
It was quite cold and Streifi, a resident male red squirrel, moved up to this branch in about 2 meters height, and rolled up his bushy tale to warm-up himself. Cool invention by mother nature! He sat there for several minutes nearly without moving and allowed me to come really close. The image is almost uncropped at 200mm (Squirrels-2019-7071.jpg)
My contribution to the photo Sunday theme heat.
A warm conversation spreads and provides underfloor heating.
In The Netherlands, about 7 millions homes are still being heated with natural gas, the burning of which unfortunately not only heats our homes but also our planet.
Ursprünglich hatte das 74° heiße Wasser des "Black Pools" im Yellowstone Nationalpark eine außergewöhnliche blaue bis fast schwarze Farbe, daher der Name. Im Jahr 1991 fand eine starke Erwärmung statt, die alle Bakterien abtötete die für diese Farbgebung verantwortlich waren. Die Farbe wechselte zu einem Blaugrün. Der Name "Black Pool" blieb jedoch erhalten.
Originally, the 74° hot water of the "Black Pool" in Yellowstone National Park had an extraordinary blue to almost black color, hence the name. In 1991, strong heating took place, which killed all the bacteria that were responsible for this coloring. The color changed to a blue-green. However, the name "Black Pool" remained.
Social workers loading a classic blue IFA truck with firewood in the backyard of Cserháthaláp's village hall.
30/52 Weeks - Fire
Peperoncino flakes from Calabrian hot peppers to add a little
oomph! to the pasta sauce.
66752 "The Hoosier State" at Gateway West Jn with 6O01 10.18 Scunthorpe Trent T.C - Eastleigh East Yard rail train. Ratcliffe can be seen putting in a shift keeping the lights and heating on during the recent cold spell. Pole shot. 09/12/22.
Did you know that spending time in the forest ist good for the immune system? It reduces inflammation and increases the number of killer cells.
How awesome is that?!
It's so sad that most of the forests around where I live are not well prepared for climate change. If we don't manage to limit heating of the earth, they will most likely die.
If you care about the environment and climate, consider joining the group "flickr for future": www.flickr.com/groups/flickr-for-future/ :)
This is a piece of digital art. I photographed the pipes in Genoa last year. On the one hand, the image is intended to show the contrast between oil-stained heating pipes and the equally warming yellow sun; on the other hand, it highlights how alternative energy sources seem to remain in the background compared to fossil fuels.
There's an unwritten rule in the northern hemisphere about not running the house furnace during the month of September. And in some households, this moratorium extends even through October. Not sure where this all got started. It seems to be based on one part frugality, and three parts of folklore. But who am I to argue? It's no weirder than most of the crap I write in these posts. And it does serve to get me acclimatized to the impending season change. Indoor temperature registered 59 degrees the other morning. I just shut up and donned a fleece jacket.
While visiting Maker's Mark guest bar I sat down and looked up. Sitting across the room was the bar cat resting on her heating pad. This is my view.
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St Paul Minnesota USA: June 05, 2015. Three large red wheels regulating the heat in large green pipes. Macalester College heating plant.
China, Guangxi
Residents of Zhaoxing and villages in Guangxi have no heating and no water in their wooden houses. To heat themselves, they make fires in bowls. At home or sometimes in the street. Or, they will warm up and have tea under the drum towers. The advantage is the usability
We were almost five years late. What on earth had we been doing in the time since Lee was taken out by a serious case of man flu just before we were due to head off to Dartmoor? A couple of weeks earlier, I’d taken two days leave and we’d gone on a scouting mission to Foggintor and Great Staple Tor. At Windy Post, a lone tog had asked us whether we were Canon men or Nikon men, as if there was some kind of badge we should be wearing that defined us. We scratched our heads. In Lee’s case he was a Canon/Nikon/Sony/David Hasselhof/Fujifilm/Rolleiflex/Kodak Instamatic/Box Brownie/Canon again/Sony again/Nikon again man. We just nodded, smiled and agreed that Windy Post wasn't working today. A few days later Lee was in bed, clinging grimly onto life with the mysterious disease known as “A Stinking Cold,” and groaning that a photography expedition would be too much for him. “Go on without me,” his whine came over pitifully on the Whatsapp. “I’ll only hold you back.” It was all too pathetic - we’d wait until he was well again. Reluctantly I contacted an understanding host, said we’d be back, and life moved on.
Somewhere towards the end of last year, it was agreed that another trip was due. Lee had disposed of all of the above camera systems (probably), and was now in possession of two exotic Leicas. Whether they’d bear fruit, he still wasn’t sure. By now the three happy clackers had fallen into an easy rhythm of heading off for a few days every second February. In 2018 we christened the new tradition with a winter wonderland at Glencoe, while in 2020 and 2022 we managed to time our respective visits to Snowdonia (or Eryri as my sister now insists we call it) and Somerset (or Somerset as we insist we call it) with monstrous storms. And while another dose of snowfall would be more than welcome, we really didn’t need any more tempests. We were done with cowering in our digs watching airborne trampolines zooming past the windows and waiting for the wind to drop below seventy miles per hour. For the bleak uplands of West Devon, rain and mist would be ideal.
This time, in recompense for his earlier failure to keep away from the microbes, Lee booked the accommodation - and a mighty fine billet he found us too. Dave and I immediately agreed that from now on, Lee was appointed Director of Housing. Not only had our host left enough tea bags to last a week, but we also found three freshly baked scones waiting for us on arrival. Next to them stood three pots of jam, and it didn’t take long to locate the clotted cream in the fridge either. What a lovely Westcountry welcome. I decided not to mention the fact I live five minutes walk from the place where they make the clotted cream - it might have seemed ungrateful. And then there was the underfloor heating. Lee had excelled himself. We’d overlook the fact that being on a working farm, it might be quite busy at 5am, but then again there was a plan to get up early on the first morning. And with fog and mist expected at the crack of dawn, it was a rare opportunity to go to the woods. Those woods.
Now I know you know. And you know that I know you know. There’s probably little point in maintaining a veil of pretence as to the exact location, but I’m going to beg your indulgence on this one. Yes of course it’s that famous woodland - the one we don’t talk about for fear of inviting massed hordes into its depths. Our new friend Carl told us a film party had recently asked permission to come here with a large smoke machine. At least there were only four of us creeping around benignly at half past eight in the morning, sheltering from the persistent drizzle that followed us wherever we went. Ok so the gloom wasn’t quite as thick as it might have been, but as things went, the gods appeared to be with us as we searched for the beasts who guard the forest. Here, I found two reptilian forms, swathed in deep green coats of moss and ferns, making their way across the ancient boulders. The one on the left looked spent, but any attempts to overcome him would surely be repelled by a rather fierce looking companion.
Five years on and we’d timed this visit well. No storms, no snow, just an agreeable blanket of misty morning doom. For a couple of hours we moved around the edges of the wood, entranced and enchanted by its curious inhabitants, nursing cups of coffee drawn from thermos flasks. Just now and then a composition might unravel from the chaos, although more often confusion ruled amongst the beasts. Beasts that skulked and plotted in the shadows as we shook the raindrops from our packs and wiped our cameras with whatever passed for towels. All too soon our time was up - the next rendezvous lay waiting somewhere nearby. We packed our gear away and left the guardians to their secrets. I could almost feel them watching our backs as we retreated into the fog once more.