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Frances Tavern Museum on Broad and Pearl streets in lower Manhattan.A tavern once owned by an innkeeper,Samuel Fraunces during the Revolutionary War. Mr.Fraunces was also a steward for George Washington.Several Revolutionary War artifacts are housed at the museum. youtu.be/dwRYItY1vqM
On May 18, 1980, a major volcanic eruption occurred at Mount St. Helens, a volcano located in the state of Washington, United States. The eruption (a VEI 5 event) was the only significant one to occur in the contiguous 48 U.S. states since the 1915 eruption of Lassen Peak in California.[1] The eruption was preceded by a two-month series of earthquakes and steam-venting episodes, caused by an injection of magma at shallow depth below the volcano that created a huge bulge and a fracture system on the mountain's north slope. An earthquake at 8:32:17 a.m. PDT (UTC−7) on Sunday, May 18, 1980, caused the entire weakened north face to slide away creating the largest landslide ever recorded. This suddenly exposed the partly molten, gas- and steam-rich rock in the volcano to lower pressure. The rock responded by exploding a hot mix of lava and pulverized older rock toward Spirit Lake so fast that it overtook the avalanching north face.
An eruption column rose 80,000 feet (24 km; 15 mi) into the atmosphere and deposited ash in 11 U.S. states.[2] At the same time, snow, ice and several entire glaciers on the volcano melted, forming a series of large lahars (volcanic mudslides) that reached as far as the Columbia River, nearly 50 miles (80 km) to the southwest. Less-severe outbursts continued into the next day, only to be followed by other large, but not as destructive, eruptions later in 1980.
Fifty-seven people were killed, including innkeeper Harry R. Truman, photographer Reid Blackburn and geologist David A. Johnston.[3] Hundreds of square miles were reduced to wasteland causing over a billion U.S. dollars in damage ($2.88 billion in 2014 dollars[4]), thousands of game animals were killed, and Mount St. Helens was left with a crater on its north side. At the time of the eruption, the summit of the volcano was owned by the Burlington Northern Railroad, but afterward the land passed to the United States Forest Service.[5] The area was later preserved, as it was, in the Mount St. Helens National Volcanic Monument.
Otro macho de Libellula depressa, pero en esta ocasión fotografiado de frente. Nos dio mucho juego los posaderos que les pusimos desde donde controlaba la llegada de la hembra a la pequeña balsa.
Me gusta la cara que tiene de color caramelo.
Por las inmediaciones de Biar (Alicante).
Another male of Libellula depressa, but this time photographed from the front. He gave us a lot of play the innkeepers that we put from where he controlled the arrival of the female to the small raft.
I like the caramel-colored face she has.
Around Biar (Alicante).
We saw sea otters on this trip eating clams, mussels, crabs, abalone, and fat innkeeper worms, but the most photogenic thing they ate were sea urchins. This little otter would dive down and bring them up three or four at a time. Sea otter with purple sea urchin, Monterey, California.
Este año los papamoscas han pasado por nuestra zona más pronto de lo habitual en su camino hacia Africa.
Uno de los días había gran cantidad de mosquitos apelotonados volando, lo cual atrajo a estas avecillas que se lanzaban desde sus posaderos una y otra vez. La pena fue la falta de luz para lograr una buena fotografía.
This year the flycatchers have passed through our area sooner than usual on their way to Africa.
One of the days there was a large number of flying mosquitoes, which attracted these birds that threw themselves from their innkeepers over and over again. The penalty was the lack of light to achieve a good photograph.
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Lauren a modern day woman, wakes up one night and finds herself being teleported to a fantasy world. scared, confused and homeless she is taken in but a kindly old woman who runs an inn, and now she has become.... the Isekai Tavern Wench.
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The original deeds for the land now occupied by Annie’s refer to “Brisbane, Colony of NSW, 1857”. And so it was, within the first 20 years of Brisbane being declared a free settlement, and two years before Queensland was proclaimed a separate colony, the history of Annie’s begun.
Even though the population of Brisbane at the time was less than 1000, there was the attention given to all facets of life, with both the Moreton Bay Race Club and the Supreme Court established. There were even swimming baths built on the river, only to be washed away a month after opening: and also opening the book of Brisbane’s long story with its namesake river.
The baths were re-opened shortly after, declaring the confidence and determination of a rapidly developing settlement.
It was with this same spirit, that late in the 1880s two sisters only recently arrived were successful in convincing a bank to loan them some money. The two sisters, Annie Hanrahan and her sister Jane, the ancestors of the current owners of Annie’s, took a lease to run a guest house. Annie and Jane had just emigrated from Ireland, no doubt inspiring the choice of name for their new business: ”Shandon”.
Source: Annie's Shandon Inn Brisbane.
The two timber-frame, Tudor buildings that comprise The Feathers Hotel in Ledbury have been described as forming one of the principal monuments of the town. The older building dates from as early as 1560 and was a private house before becoming an inn, originally called The Plume of Feathers, in around 1700. In the same period its neighbour, known as the Booth Hall, was owned by the joint lords of the manor of Ledbury and was used as a local administration building and home of the manor bailiff.
A recent archaeological dig uncovered a number of glass flasks with moulded seals bearing the symbol of the plume-of-feathers together with the date 1709 and the name of the first innkeeper, Thomas Pantall. Later owners of the inn included the famous London publisher Jacob Tonson (1655-1736) and the global businessman William Baker (1705-1750) who was, at different times, chairman of the East India Company and governor of the Hudson’s Bay Company.
In the late 1700s both buildings were improved by the erection of new facades in the Georgian style of architecture, covering over the timber-framing and introducing new, larger windows. The work coincided with the era in which The Feathers became the town’s principal coaching inn and before it was expanded in around 1815 by incorporating the vacant Booth Hall next door.
It is organized by the Innkeepers of the Old Town with the collaboration of other businesses, the City Council of Artziniega and the Artea Ethnographic Association, in addition to the residents of the town who will walk the streets with their medieval clothing and the exhibition of ancient trades to the public. As in previous years, the artisan stalls will be those provided by the Navarra company "Napar Bidea".
As I'm impatiently waiting for a few BrickLink orders to add the finishing touches to my very first Guilds of Historica MOC on Eurobricks, I began to doodle a few inhabitants for my Mitgardian village Horgaard.
Then it went out of control.
I got really enthusiastic with the definition of each character, their story, their personality, and then the selection of the appropriate parts.
It felt like designing costumes for a theatre play.
Now Horgaard has many inhabitants, but still no finished building...
From left to right :
- Dagmar Haraldsdottir, ruler of Horgaard, with her sister and advisor Sigrid (my sigfig) - "See, sister, everything is well in Horgaard. Stop worrying about the constuction delays and try this excellent plum pie."
- Their niece Solveig, showing her new doll to the blacksmith's wife under the watchful eye of her tutor (and of a cow) - "She's named Nanna!"
- The innkeeper, who hates pigs unless they've been turned into ham - "Foul beasts!"
- Solveig's older brother Sigmund, with the steward of Horgaard and veteran soldier Arne, respectfully waiting while the blacksmiths checks the blade of the steward's sword. Behind them, Snorri the storyteller arrives in Horgaard - "Greetings everyone, how is the new granary construction going?"
- Solveig and Sigmund's little brother Siggi, friend to all living things, befriending one of the pigs lead by a young farmer - "Hi little guy!"
- The blacksmith's daughter and a young hunter discussing the comparative merits of the longbow and the slingshot - "You should give it a try!"
- The fisherwoman, a woodcutter and the village elder having a hard time with uncooperative animals - "Hey lady, may I help you?"
All Yosemite-bound traffic through here crossed the bridge. The deck and truss portion of this bridge across the South Fork of the Merced River was built around 1857 by settler Galen Clark, who established a tourist facility here. The area was then called Clark’s Station. Clark’s role as one of the original conservationists and innkeepers places him in one of the earliest chapters of Yosemite’s history. After Abraham Lincoln signed legislation in 1864 protecting Yosemite Valley and the Mariposa Grove of Giant Sequoias by creating the Yosemite Grant, Clark was appointed the Guardian of the Grant. The bridge was used until 1931 and now it makes for good photos.
One of a number of gazebos that can be found alongside the River Lea Navigation in Ware.
Their origins can be traced back to their construction in the 18th and early 19th centuries, with a few dating from even earlier, in the late 1600s. They were built by innkeepers and other owners of property on the high street, and were intended as a means of finding some peace and quiet away from their hectic lives in town.
Ware, Hertfordshire
1 January 2021
Black Pawn #4.
With the Black Inkeeper, you'll check in, but you'll never check out.
Have a nice day!
I have been tagged by Irena Jovanovska; a good friend who chose me among ten to carry out the tagging mission. Now I have to play the game in my turn. The ten facts about myself:
1-I am 27 years old from Syria, Latakia. Not an outgoing person but I love hiking and picnics. I tend to prefer solitude, countryside and nature rather than the crowded city (just like the Romantics). I studied English literature (sometimes I wish I never went that way, but other times I think I have been following my intuition.) Now I have started my life in the real sense, after the military service (Obligatory in Syria) I am going to spread my wings to the wind, and do what I like in life (this is a bit exciting and scary at the same time, because once you go this or that way there is no way back).
2-I have a compulsive habit of viewing people's profiles, not only that but viewing all their photos and commenting when necessary. This costs me a lot of time and backache but sometimes I end up with having good friends :) and fill my pocket with favorite photos. And of course there is no need to say that I feel a kind of relief after doing the 'task' :P. When it comes to profiles with hundreds of photos I give up !
3-My basic interest is psychology. Other secondary interests are literature, philosophy, mythology, archeology, history, photography, pets, astronomy, optics, acoustics, mechanics, etc. My knowledge in these fields fades away the more you go from left to right :D
4-I haven't been a smoker until the last few years. Now I smoke pipe, and as I am a beginner it seems normal to have such an obsession with pipe smoking. However, it most often ends up like viewing people's profiles; something bites on my head telling me to do it although I don't feel like it. Soon I am going to eliminate this 'thing' and be more in accord with myself (not that I am going to quit smoking or viewing people's profiles :D)
5-I live with three of my brothers in one house, and it is messed up most often that's why I never think of posting a photo inside :D
6-My favorites drinks recently are honey, coffee and tea. I quit tea for years and used to drink cacao and hot chocolate but not anymore.
7-I have this part of me that is interested in bodybuilding but it does not show up more often.
8-I don't like to talk about myself, and because of that I am not very good at doing so; I always find myself a trench to hide in at the first corner.
9-I am a total failure in romantic relationships. I had to experience that for years before I know that it has something to do with me. So, now I am off for an essential maintenance work :D
10-Lately most of my efforts are directed to reconcile with my inner self (I know this sounds crazily introverted; other people would make use of their free time by acquiring new skills or looking for jobs, etc). Because of this, I am going through a different stage in my life, and my personality witnesses some gradual but drastic changes (hopefully I am going through them till the end). I am really content with these changes, although they are unwelcome by so many people around me. You know pleasing oneself could mean building relationships on different bases.
Now I am going to honor some poor fellows with carrying out this honest mission :P
1- The InnKeeper ♥
2- MissFrannyGlass
3- Pipeman1
4- Ms.Phishy
5- Colorful wings
6- Kalabonn
7- It's just Jack
8- Madison McKenna
9- AnnuskA - AnnA Theodora
10- efigment
Let's hope the tagging will not comes around at me again because I don't think i have enough contacts for the next time :D
This common sandpiper (Tringa hypoleucos) surprised me by using a post as an innkeeper.
In winter they are looking for food in the intertidal strip when it is low tide. But I have also often observed them in fields close to the water catching small insects.
Este ejemplar de andarrios chico (Tringa hipoleucos) me ha sorprendido al utilizar un poste como posadero.
En inviernoandan buscando alimento en la franja intermareal cuando es marea baja. Pero también a menudo les he observado en campas cercanas al agua atrapando pequeños insectos.
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Looking from Wearyall Hill towards Glastonbury Tor in Glastonbury, Somerset.
Wearyall Hill is a long narrow ridge to the south west of Glastonbury. Its summit offers views across to Glastonbury Tor and the Somerset levels to one side, the town to another. It is on this hill that the legend of the Glastonbury Holy Thorn begins. The original was said to have blossomed from the staff of Joseph of Arimathea whom legend says came to Glastonbury after the crucifixion. Glastonbury was once an inland isle, surrounded by water and only connected to the mainland by a narrow strip of land. Visitors to the Isle could sail up the tidal river Brue and legend tells us that on arrival, Joseph planted his staff which took root and blossomed into the now world-famous Glastonbury Thorn.
Hearse’s History and Antiquities of Glastonbury (1722) describes a Mr. Eyston being given information on the Thorn by a local innkeeper: "I was told by the innkeeper where I set up my horses, who rents a considerable part of the enclosure of the late dissolved abbey, that St. Joseph of Arimathea landed not far from the town, at a place where there was an oak planted in memory of his landing, called the Oak of Avalon; that he and his companions marched thence to a hill near a mile on the south side of the town, and there being weary, rested themselves; which gave the hill the name of Weary-all-Hill; and Joseph on arrival, planted his staff in the ground and it immediately blossomed."
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When Ware was a coaching stop on the way from London to Cambridge, and the malt industry of 600 years was at its height, the innkeepers built these gazebos to get away from the noise and bustle of life in the high St, there were up to 28 of them apparently, only 10 or so left now, the oldest one dates from 1600.
Posted on April 9, 2021
Iconic Americana. Never seen one of these in real life. I guess I missed the entire era altogether.
The "Dirty Bottles" pub in Alnwick.
According to a local legend, two hundred years ago, the innkeeper died while trying to move a couple of old bottles that where lying in a window.
Fearing that anyone who did likewise would die, too, the supposedly cursed bottles were sealed between two windows and have never been touched since then.
Alnwick, Northumberland, United Kingdom.
Lauren a modern day woman, wakes up one night and finds herself being teleported to a fantasy world. scared, confused and homeless she is taken in but a kindly old woman who runs an inn, and now she has become.... the Isekai Tavern Wench.
(( Check the aptly named album for the rest of the comic, more mages to come as quickly as i finish them. ))
In the rapidly growing settlement of Jameston, a place of particular popularity among wealthy gentlemen scientists and adventurers exploring the wonders of Celestia is the luxurios tavern called The Gilded Cup.
The innkeeper, mr Bowman.
Built for Era II, Challenge 1, Category A in Brethren of the Brick Seas.
Southern Sea Otter (Enhydra lutris) eating a Fat Innkeeper Worm (Urechis caupo). These large worms live in burrows in the muddy bottoms of tidal waterways along the California coast. They're a staple of the Sea Otter's diet. Moss Landing State Beach. Moss Landing, Monterey Co., Calif.
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Epée Royale attracted well-to-do merchants and visiting captains. Innkeeper Jean Seigneur, nicknamed “La Rivière”, charged more for a month’s rent than many men earned in that time, but the service was good: guests entertained their clients and friends with pork, duck, casseroles and meat pies. Of course the liquor bill was extra - Seigneur offered French wine and brandy by the jug, bottle or keg. Your servant could stay too for a small fee, eating the scraps and perhaps sleeping in the storehouse at the back.
Jean Seigneur was respected by his community. His daughters married well, and he was often asked to manage estate settlements for his neighbours. A widower for ten years, he died in this house in 1745, and the rooms where you may dine have been furnished according to the detailed inventory made to help settle his own estate.
Hay veces, pocas, que eligen posaderos llamativos y si estás allí y te deja, pues lo aprovechas.
Es lo que hice con esta hembra joven de Trithemis annulata en la balsa que llamo El Coto en Villena (Alicante) España
There are times, few, who choose striking innkeepers and if you are there and leave, then you take advantage of it.
This is what I did with this young female of Trithemis annulata on the raft that I call El Coto in Villena (Alicante) Spain
typisch Unterstadt
Viele Menschen lebten auf begrenztem Platz.
Im Mittelalter das typische Wohnviertel der Handwerker, Tagelöhner und der Neuankömmlinge.
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Bis ins 16. Jahrhundert konnten Frauen als Handwerkerinnen auch selbstständig tätig sein, als Bäckerin, Wirtin, Baderin, Krämerin oder im Textilgewerbe. In einem Handwerksbetrieb mussten alle Familienangehörigen mithelfen, damit die Familie überleben konnte. Es gab keine Trennung von Arbeitsplatz und Wohnort. Starb der Mann, dann übernahm in vielen Fällen die Frau den Betrieb, zumindest so lange, bis der älteste Sohn volljährig wurde.
typical lower town
Many people lived in a limited space.
In the Middle Ages, the typical residential quarter of craftsmen, day labourers and newcomers.
Above all, tanners, coopers, blacksmiths and also the bathers of the two bathhouses were dependent on the water.
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Until the 16th century, women could also work independently as craftswomen, as bakers, innkeepers, bathers, grocers or in the textile trade. In a craft business, all family members had to help so that the family could survive. There was no separation between the workplace and the place of residence. If the husband died, then in many cases the wife took over the business, at least until the eldest son came of age.
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Die Unterstadt: in direkter Nähe zur Ammer;
Brauchwasser und Abwasserkanal.
Der direkte Wasserzugang in der Unterstadt war für die verschiedenen Gewerke von großer Bedeutung.
Vor allem Gerber, Küfer, Schmiede und auch die Bader der beiden Badstuben waren auf das Wasser angewiesen.
Guarded Inn - also known as The Bacon House
The MOC shows an inn built around a tower belonging to old castle ruins. The place is known for different types of pork from own breeding. The inn also runs hotel services.
At the moment, in the courtyard, we see several banqueters, innkeeper checking the roasting pig and two waitresses taking care of guests. One of them is roughly adored by a client.
A fresh group of consumers comes in - soldiers and their not too bright master returning from a medium-successful military expedition.
On the right below, the stable is being cleaned, and higher on the wall a boy pretending to be a guard (an element of the decoration) consumes his fee.
On the left back, the innkeeper prepares himself for the pig slaughter, while a swine thief tries to lure one of the fine specimen from the pigsty.
What a day! I have never had a day of photographing come close to this. Iceland's landscapes are so diverse and unique, each new sight seems to outdo the previous. On top of that, our tour group was blessed with amazing light both during the sunrise and the sunset. You know that the photography gods are looking out for you when even the tour guides get excited by the photo opportunities that presented themselves at places they have visited countless times.
Having said all that, no moment was more exciting than catching the aurora borealis. After being disappointed two nights in a row, it seemed like tonight was going to be another dud. Catching the aurora is extremely difficult because it relies on not only strong auroral activity, but also clear skies, a rarity in Iceland's winter. Lucky for us, out of nowhere the sky cleared up. The Innkeeper at the Hali Country Hotel entered the lobby of our hotel and announced that the northern lights could be seen. Our tour guide had us quickly pack the car and we made a mad scramble to the glacial lagoon, a prime viewing spot for the aurora. The aurora shined for more than two hours, truly a spectacular moment.
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"Situated just off the Via dei Tribulani, the main street which crosses through the centro storico (historic centre) of Naples, the Busto di Pulcinella is a little symbol of luck that you may well miss if you’re not looking closely enough.
Pulcinella is a local character which was created in the commedia dell’arte in the 17th-century. Pulcinella is typically a schemer and a thief and has since become a common character in Neapolitan puppetry. The sculpture on Vico del Fico Al Purgatorio was created in 2012 as a gift from the artist Lello Esposito to the city of Naples.
It’s locally believed that if you rub Pulcinella’s nose, then you’ll be blessed with good luck, or at the very least, the chance to return to Naples!" (solosophie.com)
"Pulcinella is a classical character that originated in commedia dell'arte of the 17th century and became a stock character in Neapolitan puppetry. Pulcinella's versatility in status and attitude has captivated audiences worldwide and kept the character popular in countless forms since his introduction to commedia dell'arte by Silvio Fiorillo [it] in 1620.
His visual appearance includes a humpback, a crooked nose, gangly legs, a potbelly, large cheeks, and a gigantic mouth. These traits were inherited from two stock characters of the Atellan Farce. He typically wears a pointed hat (conical hat). When depicted as a member of the upper class, Pulcinella is a cunning thief and schemer. When depicted as a member of the servant class, Pulcinella is a perverted bumpkin. In either case, he is a social climber, striving to rise above his station in life. He is an opportunist who always sides with the winner in any situation and who fears no consequences. His main motivations are self-interest and self-preservation, yet Pulcinella tends to rescue other characters from trouble. He is said to be every character's savior, despite acting as a rebel and a delinquent.
Pulcinella embodies the Neapolitan plebians, the simplest man who occupies the bottom place on the social scale, the man who, although aware of his problems, always manages to come out of them with a smile. On that basis, many writers have come to refer to Pulcinella, in retrospect, as a model ENFP of sorts (based on the Myers-Briggs 16 personality test).
Pulcinella represents the soul of the people and its primitive instincts. He almost always appears in contradiction, so much so that he does not have fixed traits. He may be rich or poor, a bully or a coward — sometimes exhibiting both traits simultaneously. In addition to being a faithful servant, he adapts to all trades: baker, innkeeper, farmer, thief, seller of miraculous concoctions. " (wikipedia).
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The Buckhorn Inn & Tavern, 2487 Hanky Mountain Hwy in Churchville, Virginia, was built in 1786 by John Buckhorn, and is among the oldest buildings in the Shenandoah Valley. The inn has served as a stopover for travelers on the Great Wagon Road and hosted many notable guests, including George Washington and Thomas Jefferson. In the early 20th century, the inn was converted into a bed and breakfast. It is now owned and operated by the Buckhorn Inn & Tavern Foundation, and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. The Buckhorn Inn & Tavern is said to be haunted by several ghosts, including that of a former innkeeper and a Civil War soldier. Guests and staff have reported seeing apparitions, hearing disembodied voices, and feeling cold spots.
The Old Red Lion is a pub at 72 High Holborn on the corner with Red Lion Street, Holborn, London.
The pub was established by the sixteenth century, and was rebuilt in its present form in 1899, and retains its original Victorian character.
The Red Lyon was the most important inn in Holborn, and Red Lion Street and Red Lion Square are named after it.
According to legend, in 1660, King Charles II had the bodies of Oliver Cromwell and his fellow Roundheads John Bradshaw and Henry Ireton exhumed to stage an execution of their corpses, and the bodies were stored overnight in the pub's yard en route to the gallows at Tyburn. The room upstairs is named the Cromwell Bar.
In 1621, the innkeeper of the Red Lion was indicted for his extortionate prices under statutes of 1389 (13 Rich 2 c.8) and 1402 (4 Hen 4 c.25). He was selling oats at 2s 8d a bushel, a mark-up of around 60% on the market price.
[Wikipedia:]
Lif – Nord/Breton
Lif was born of a nord father and a breton mother, the mix of bloods gave her both a resistance to the sting of frost and magic. She inherited a love for singing from her father, a skald who taught her to play the lute. She also inherited the slyness of her mother who, though she was an innkeeper in a small village near one of the great cities of Highrock, had once been a very skilled pickpocket, a skill she taught to Lif. She is a wandering bard who enjoys stopping at inns on her many journeys to share songs, though after she leaves and inn the wealthy patrons who heard her play find their pockets empty of coin and their rings and amulets vanished into thin air as she is even more skilled a pickpocket than her mother. Those making the mistake of thinking her an easy target on the road find themselves facing the fierceness of a nord warrior and her swift blades. Due to her sweet voice, her pick-pocketing skill and her striking blue eyes she is know as the Singing Bluejay.
Jørn Jakobsen and his men left camp for a nearby town in order to gather more intelligence on the Queen's troops. To achieve this, Jørn came up with a clever idea: to disguise two of his men, Baldkell and Holmthor, in outlaw garb. Once they do so, they will then capture a soldier of the Queen and interrogate him.
"I'm good friends with the innkeeper at this establishment. He will provide us with the disguises you two will need, Holmthor and Baldkell," said Jørn.
A few minutes later, Holmthor and Baldkell made their way into the cellar to transform themselves into outlaws. Meanwhile, Jørn and Freyvir split up to avoid drawing too much attention. Jørn spotted one of the Queen's soldiers standing guard. At first he started to veer away from that area, but then he realized that he was too busy chugging a bottle of lager to notice him at all. Just to be sure, however, Jørn put up his hood. As he walked by, he almost passed out at the overpowering combination of alcohol and filth radiating from the supposed "guard".
A minute later, Holmthor and Baldkell emerged from the cellar looking like two of the fiercest outlaws that Jørn had ever seen.
Jørn, impressed with the accuracy of their disguises, remarked, "Well, you two seem quite convincing. Come on now, we have work to do."
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Guarded Inn - also known as The Bacon House
The MOC shows an inn built around a tower belonging to old castle ruins. The place is known for different types of pork from own breeding. The inn also runs hotel services.
At the moment, in the courtyard, we see several banqueters, innkeeper checking the roasting pig and two waitresses taking care of guests. One of them is roughly adored by a client.
A fresh group of consumers comes in - soldiers and their not too bright master returning from a medium-successful military expedition.
On the right below, the stable is being cleaned, and higher on the wall a boy pretending to be a guard (an element of the decoration) consumes his fee.
On the left back, the innkeeper prepares himself for the pig slaughter, while a swine thief tries to lure one of the fine specimen from the pigsty.
The first mention of the pub as the Cinque Ports Arms was in 1820 when William Wood, an innkeeper, paid £260 for it. Since then the fortunes of the pub have ebbed and flowed across the years following the changing social fabric of the Old Town itself. By the 19th century the Old Town had become a deprived area, home to large numbers of pubs and lodging houses. Several pubs provided cheap accommodation for tramping tradesmen, fishermen, hawkers, itinerants, and others. They were designated as ‘Common Lodging Houses’ and some of them were licensed to sell beer. (info from Pubs of Hastings & St Leonard’s website)
July 29-feastday
Patroness of Butlers, Cooks, Dietitians, Domestic Servants, Homemakers, Hotel-keepers, Housewives, Innkeepers, Laundry Workers, Servers, Single Laywomen, & Travellers
A Prayer to St. Martha
O blessed St. Martha, your faith led Jesus to proclaim, “I am the resurrection and the life”; and faith let you see beyond his humanity when you cried out, “Lord I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God.” With firm hope you said, “I know that God will give you whatever you ask of him”, and Jesus called your brother Lazarus back from the dead. With pure love for Jesus you welcomed him into your home.
Friend and servant of our Saviour, I too am “troubled about many things”. Pray for me that I may grow in faith, hope and love, and that Jesus, who sat at your table, will hear me and grant me a place at the banquet of eternal life. Amen.
"Anyone who has walked along the scenic Lea River in Ware is sure to have noticed the gazebos. Nowhere else in Britain can you find so many gazebos along a single riverside.
Their origins can be traced back to their construction in the 18th and early 19th centuries, with a few dating from even earlier, in the late 1600s. They were built by innkeepers and other owners of property on the high street, and were intended as a means of finding some peace and quiet away from their hectic lives in town.
Over time the gazebos became in need of repair, with some of them sadly not surviving to be seen today. In the 1830s there were 25 gazebos, but by 1980, only ten remained.
Fortunately, during the 1980s the East Herts District Council stepped in and, with additional funds provided by the Ware Society and others, they set about restoring the gazebos to their former glory."
Iain Bickerton on the Herts Memories website
I walked unsteadily, the city lights blurred by the haze of alcohol. The night wind brushed against my face as my uncertain steps led me home.
Then I saw it. A small tavern, hidden in the alleys, with a hand-carved wooden sign: "The Nectar of the Gods." The scent of fermented rice lingered in the air—inviting, irresistible.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. An old innkeeper greeted me with a knowing glance and, without a word, poured me a glass of crystal-clear soju. I lifted it, watching the flickering lights reflected in the liquid.
"Just one more," I told myself.
But time inside that tavern seemed to stand still, and the night was still young...
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While exploring the boreal habitat in the Adirondack Park for boreal bird species (such as Canada Jays), I came across this abandoned lodge which was witness to an historical drama in 1901. At the time the American President William McKinley had been shot in an assasination attempt. Teddy Roosevelt, the Vice-President at the time of this drama, was climbing Mt. Marcy in the Adirondack wilderness believing McKinley was doing well after being shot, when word was sent to him that McKinley had taken a turn for the worse. Roosevelt, then, traveled many hours in a horse and carriage in a race to get to Buffalo, NY to be near McKinley and to take over the presidency if McKinley didn't survive. Roosevelt stopped at this lodge to change horses and carriage in the middle of the night. The innkeeper then drove the carriage himself to the nearest train station hours away where it was learned that McKinley had died. Roosevelt then took the fastest train to Buffalo where he was sworn in as President. The lodge is near Minerva.