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Cosco Prince Rupert @ the Prince Rupert DP World container terminal on a very wet late afternoon - 9 March 2018 [© WCK-JST]
I am using LOAD to help me jump start my scrapping of our recent trip to Playa de Carmen.
Journaling reads: And we are off! Our trip to Mexico is finally here! We have been saving all year for this trip.It is Evan's first flight ever.We left at 7:30 Winnipeg time and arrived in Cancun at 3:30.I was really nervous about the flight because of my ears but it wasn't too bad...We couldn't believe how good the food was but then again we hadn't eaten since 4:00 in the morning.It was interesting to see how long the frosted window took to thaw.The turquoise water was gorgeous as we landed in Cancun.We are really ready for warmer weather!
Lego loader studio setup - more pictures and the story on:
strobist: SB26 on boom overhead (slightly from left, SB80 w. mini softbox from cam left, gridded SB600 on the bucket and SB700 from right and slightly behind the loader as rim
20190812_0501_7D2-200 Loading Coal #2
The coal is being sprayed around the hold of the bulk carrier LA Richardais
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Bow lifted to rear roller, winch strap attached/locked and ready to winch. All this is done with one person with very little lifting involved. Winch allows safe loading of boat with no danger of boat falling off. For offloading, it also stops at this preset location as so you can walk to the rear of the boat with no danger of it falling. It will allow you to disconnect the strap, then manually lift the bow off the roller and settle to the ground.
The Cumbrian Connexion (Grrrr!) brand was further developed in 2000 with a special livery and the naming of the buses after geographical features along the route. Jonckheere Modulo bodied Volvo B10M - Stagecoach Cumberland 798 - was named "River Derwent" and is seen loading at Troutbeck on 29 December 2000.
Loading box lunches before departure, Detroit Light Guard Armory, July 13, 1960, a.m.
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July 13, 1960, by Paul Magley
After arising about 5:30 AM, on Wednesday, sleeping bags and air-mattresses were quickly packed, Beginning at 6:30 AM, a breakfast of sausages, eggs, buns, potatoes, cupcakes, and milk was served.
At 7~30 AM, the last scout left the basement dining room as buses were loaded with gear and box lunches.
The contingent leaders called for the police escort and decided to alter the departure time to one slightly ahead of schedule.
After leaving the grounds of the Light Guard Armory, where we had remained overnight, our group proceeded along 8 mile road. Along the departure route we noticed the Detroit Artillery Armory and a large fiberglass factory at approximately
8: 15 AM.
A light rain in the morning had been sandwiched between a downpour during the night and heavy rainfall in the early afternoon, which cleared by 2:00 PM.
We went south on route 24. which for some distance is known as Telegraph Road, and passed over the small Rouge River three times.
The buses entered Dearborn, Michigan, at 8:50 AM, = by 10:00 AM, northwestern Ohio - at 10:10 AM began rolling on the Ohio Turnpike - 11:40 AM, passed double toll gates and entered Indiana on the Indiana Toll Road.
At 12~00 noon our bus met and passed a troop of scouts from Troy, New York, who were also going to the Jamboree.
When we stopped from 1:07 to 2:00 PM, at a service area in northwestern Indiana for a box lunch outside a restaurant called the Glass House (also a Cities Service Station) Mr, Kohnken, ASM" met Dave Mayer of Watervliet, New York, a leader of a
Troy, New York Jamboree bound troop. They had met at philmont Scout Ranch in 1959.
We also learned that this contingent from Troy prepared their own food enroute instead of having their meals catered along the way.
Somewhat later we were obliged to halt for a short while because one of the buses had minor engine difficulties, However, it was quickly fixed by our driver-mechanic.
At 3:45 PM, we observed a mass of transmission lines and electrical transformers that enveloped us for several minutes.
Illinois was then entered at 3:50, Lake Michigan was on our right side and, at 4:00 the Calumet Skyway Toll Bridge brought us into Chicago's variation of a traffic congestion problem.
We arrived at the Navy pier at 5:00 PM, Between 5:45 and 6:30 PM, we enjoyed an excellent dinner at one of Harvey's Restaurants in Union Railway Station.
After by-passing the rush hour, travellers waiting for trains, we filed by troops up to the mezzanine for an excellent dinner of fried chicken, peas, potatoes, rolls and butter, apple pie, and milk.
When Casey returned to the bus he was given a double round of cheering, A sign reading "Cannonball Casey at the Wheel" was attached to the front of the bus by the troop scribe.
On our sightseeing trip away from Union Station, we observed the outward evidence of a subway system, empty lots of junk" a fire department academy under construction, slums, railroad tracks and cars beyond count, piles of graphite, ship canals, the home of the Spiegel catalogue, Comiskey Park of the White Sox, long railroad underpasses, an annex of the University of Chicago, Chinatown, combined police and fire department buildings, and the Chicago Coliseum, (where the Republican Party will hold its 1960 convention) passed in an array of rapidly appearing attractions.
We saw the art institute, Grant Park" five story high layered parking lots, orchestral music hall, public library, Prudential Insurance Company Building, and the exquisitely modern Chicago Sun Times Building.
By the time the street lights were turned on we became slightly confused as to where we were. However, we continued on and saw the "highest church in the world" located in a tall office building.
Suddenly finding ourselves along the shores of Lake Michigan, we witnessed the fury of one of the Great Lakes. Unusually low
temperature and tall white breakers drove everyone off the beaches. Angry waves lashed against retaining walls causing spray to shoot several feet skyward.
From there we went on through Lincoln Park" past the Central Park Lake and the Chicago Zoo. The famous monument of Lincoln is also found in the aptly named "windy" city.
The Chicago Federal Court of Appeals had a perfect view of the gale swept shore line. Steve Horlitz and others almost lost their neckerchiefs as they hung from the open windows.
We returned to the Navy Pier at 9:00 PM, took a shower and retired at 10:15 PM.
During the night a frost was deposited on the grass outside.
Note: We didn't have to set our watches back one hour for Central Daylight Savings Time zone near Elkhart, Indiana» since we already had set our watches back for standard time in Detroit.
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Thursday.
Start of the two day road trip.
I was awake before five with my allergies giving me hell. It was so bad I thought I had a cold, but it went off during the day, allergies is the best fit, but as I was feeling better later, it don't really matter. Anyway, we have breakfast, I load the car having packed the night before, and I drive Jools to the factory. And It's just me and the open road. Well, apart from all other drivers in south east England who were driving too. In fact I got caught in a train of cars heading to Folkestone behind a Dutch camper van travelling at 25mph.
However, onto the motorway and into the rush hour traffic of Ashford and then Maidstone before the fun that is the M25 heading into Dartford. It is odd that the most important part of the motorway is the corssing and we have to pay to use it, even if it has already been paid for and it causes god-almighty traffic jams. It's not that the money is reinvested back in the road system, as you will see later when I moan about the East Anglain road system with its myriad of bottlenecks and planning disasters.
I get through the queues, pay my two quid to find the southbound traffic the other side of the tunnel is at least three times as worse. And then there is the hjoy of the A12 through Essex. How can it be that a simple road causes so much pain? Is it the mad driving, the racing to get to the next junction, the pointless jams at Chelmsford. I mean who would want to go to Chelsmford? But once into the quiet county of Suffolk, I was able to turn off and head into the Dedham Vale. Or would have if the road signs would have made sense! Does it sound like I'm complaining all the time? I don't like traffic, queues or Essex. So, maybe driving through Essex in the rush hour was planning for trouble.
I switched on the sat nav, programmed the first port of call, Stoke by Nayland, and set off. I was lucky that my friend, Simon, had provided me with a list of fine churches to visit. All of the churches I would visit this morning would be splendid. I saw a sign for the village of Boxted, and realise that is on my list, so I head there, driving towards Church Hill, which my spidy senses tell me I might find the church. I park on the small high street through the village, with the church on my left. I leave the sat nav in the car switched on, I thought there would be no thieves in such a wonderful spot.
And I was right.
St Peter was quite spectacular, to me, inside, it was like a theatre, with a gallery containing seats and the organ, with the later being the centre of the stage. It was a delight, and is quite possibly my favourite church of all. Some doing, but I loved the church. But, I had to move on. But I tell the folks clearing bushes for the church wall how much I loved it. She had only been in once, at Christmas, but though the acoustics were good.
It was only a five minute drive to Soke by Nayland, I found the church and parked on the main street of the village and walked up to the churchyard noting the worker's vans parked near the porch. This could be trouble I thought.
It has fine glass, memorials and tiles, but I did have a run in with one of the workers. I wanted to photograph the windows, and asked if I could get by. NO. I was told. We're busy. But you're just talking. No, we're busy, and we might hot you on the head, said the stage erector. I siad I would be careful, and he retorted that he would not be held responsible if I had an accident. All in all it put a damper on the church, so I got my shots and left. I mean I can always go back.
I stopped at the small book shop at the cross roads and by a Sherlock Holmes novel to read if I got bored that evening, and head off for the next church.
It is a short drive to Polstead, the next on the list. Now, I did not plan this and I am getting the feeling that I am retracing my tracks already, in fact I was to pass through Stoke by Nayland some four times during the day. Oh well, its no real hardship.
Polstead lies in a shallow valley, with the village scattered up one side. I assume that the church will be on the highest point. As there are only four roads in and out of the village, it shouldn't be hard to find. I drive past the attractive cillage pond, more like a lake and head up through the village, past many wonderful looking ancient houses, but find no church. Back down into the centre of the village and out another road, and still no church. This just leaves the road I came in on, and so head back down through the village, past the pond onto the main road, or what counts as the main road, and a few yards further along is a small white sign pointing up the other side of the valley into some woods.
A new road has been laid, and there is a good sized car park, so I abandon the car, grab the cameras and walk into the church year. From outside St Mary looks something like a typical small Suffolk church, others might feel differently about that, but nothing too spectacular. But once inside on is met with brick-topped arches and it filled with the most wonderful light. I am awestruck, and glad that I do not research these churches beforehand so my breath can be taken away by the beauty of these churches.
After getting my shots I go back outside, taking a tray of quinces that are on offer and deposit a couple of quid in the box as a donation.
I program in Wissington into the sat nav and set off. Soon I see we are to go through Nayland, so I decide if I can find a parking space I will stop here first and snap the church. Nayland is a stunning looking large village, but, it knows it. I wanted to warm to the village, but seems to be more Aldborough that traditional working village, I could be wrong, but judging by the quantity of high powered sports cars parked in the village square, I get the feeling I am right.
I find a place to park, and see the church framed down Church Mews making a fine shot. So I snap that and enter the churchyard, walking round t the main entrance through the porch. Inside it is another fine church, built on a grand scale. I really warm to the church and am happy to snap it.
When I parked the car I saw some fashionably dressed ladies sipping coffees outside a shop, so I go in search of a cup for myself, to find it an arts shop which held classes for children to pain ceramics, with a coffee bar as a side line. Having just two tables, and a queue of several people, I assume I won't get a table and hope I can find a place somewhere else. I walk back to the car, load up and drive off towards Wissington.
Entering the village, I see a sign pointing to Wiston church, not the one I was looking for, but a church, so I drive down the narrow lane to the parking spot. The church is on a private estate, and they don't want cars parking near the church. Or something. But it is only a five minute walk, and it is a wonderful autumn day with lots of golden sunshine, its no chore to walk.
Wisset or Wissington? Is the question posed inside the church, so they are one and the same, more mangling of the mother tongue by East Anglians, then.
I am greeted with the sight of the wooden tower showing over a modern barn, it looks wonderful. First thing I notice is the bowed end, which reminds me of Loddon. Entry is my a grand glazed porch, but inside the walls are covered by the remains of ancient paintings, and right in front, over a door, is a dragon. Not what I was expecting. It is a delightful small church, made all the more special by the paintings, some more complete than others. And once again I have the church to myself. I am tempted to stay here longer, but it is already getting near lunchtime, and time is getting away from me.
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Wissington, sometimes pronounced and even spelt Wiston, is in a gentle fold of Essex, above the Stour. It looks to Colchester rather than to Ipswich, and since the closure of the Jane Walker Hospital the village has returned to being a sleepy hamlet, not particularly on the way to anywhere.
Norman churches are not common in Suffolk; there was wealth to rebuild most of them on the eve of the Reformation. The best Norman churches are out on the margins of the county, as though some central authority had forgotten them. Apart from Nayland, the nearest other churches to Wissington are all in Essex.
Having said that St Mary is Norman, a qualification must be made, since the Victorians clearly thought that it wasn't quite Norman enough. They built the eastern apse, and filled the church with 'Norman' furnishings. There is a tasteless stone Norman pulpit, an absurd stone Norman reading desk, and even, I am afraid, Norman pews.
You approach the church by a narrow by-road from the Bures to Nayland road, which peters out into a private lane across the Wissington Hall estate.
You must leave your car on the hard standing area before entering the estate. The track is a public footpath, and takes you about 200m past a field that was full of the fluffiest, most comical sheep on my last visit. The church stands above the farmyard just to the west of the hall.
This is not a church you will come across by accident. The setting is superb - what it must be to wake up and see it every morning. You enter the churchyard from the eastern end, the apse for a moment making the building look round. The ancient exterior promises gloom, and you'll not be disappointed. You step into a darkness that seems ancient, and if you can ignore the pews and ridiculous pulpit, you can conjure up in your mind the candle flickering and incense-clouded early middle ages.
A building like this has a long memory, and, unusually for Suffolk, probably had as long a life before the Reformation as it has had since.
There is a smell of earth, a coolness that is unchanging, whatever the weather outside. And then, as your eyes become accustomed to the gloom, you can look up to see the wonderful wall-paintings.
The paintings date from about 1280, and the complete range is still discernible. In common with many other survivals from this period, there are two levels.
The top level of paintings (the best preserved) shows the story of Christ from Annunciation to Ascension. The south wall is best of all. The sequence is shown below; hover to read the captions, click to see enlarged images. They starts at the far eastern end with the Annunciation; the angel holds a lily, and Mary's face is just visible on the right.This painting is wrongly identified as St Michael in some sources. The Visitation is lost, and we catch up on the story with one of two paintings here that are world famous. It apparently shows the Nativity (and must, to fit in with the sequence) but the imagery of it is more usually associated with the confinement of St Anne and the birth of the Blessed Virgin. It shows Mary in some pain, and her watching husband in distress, as a midwife nurses her. The problem is that, because of her immaculate conception, Mary was believed in medieval times to have given birth without pain. Although this doctrine was only formally received into the Church in the 19th century, it was widely held in medieval England.
The next part of the story fills two panels; in the first, an angel appears to the shepherds, one of whom is in the panel with him. His fellows gather in the next frame, while young sheep gambol without concern at their feet. In the next frame, they appear to be hurrying down to Bethlehem. In fact, the story switches at this point from St Luke's Gospel to St Matthew's, and these are the Magi travelling to greet the Christchild.
The journey of the Magi is followed by a two frame scene in which they offer their gifts to the infant Christ. He sits on his mother's lap, much as he does in the same scene at Thornham Parva across the county. There then follows the other world famous image; the angel appears to the Magi to tell them not to go back to Jerusalem but to return by a different route. As in the capital at Autun Cathedral, they are shown all asleep in the same bed.
The final two scenes in this row show the flight into Egypt and, just before the gallery intervenes and they are lost, the massacre of the innocents, with a fearsome soldier wielding a sword.
The painting is in ochre, with vine designs around the painted archways and alcoves that offset the subjects. The lower range is less well preserved, and is generally held to be scenes from the life of St Nicholas. I have to say that I do not find the evidence for this compelling. Certainly, the most well-preserved painting shows a man in a boat, and he appears to be holding a bishop's crozier as he blesses the sailors, as in the St Nicholas legend. However, if it wasn't a crozier, then this could just as easily be the story of Christ calming the waters of Lake Gallilee, in which case we must be open to the possibility that this is another range of scenes from the life of Christ. However, those to the east of this don't fit any obvious stories, and they are now so faint that it is easy to read almost anything into them. One figure appears to be female and holding a wheel, and so could be St Catherine. To her right, one figure pushes down the head of another - the expression on the face of the victim suggests another martyrdom.
There are fewer images survivng on the north wall, and they are generally in poorer condition, but several parts of the crucifixion story are clear. In one, Christ is nailed to the cross; He lies on the ground, and his executioners kneel beside him. I have seen this described as 'Christ washing the feet of his disciples, which is not impossible, but seems odd at this place in the sequence.
In the next, a figure holds a stick with a vinegar sponge up to the thirsting Christ, while a woman weeps at his nailed feet. The next image I take to be Christ being taken down from the cross, because the iconography is familiar; he lies with his head to the left resting in his mother's lap. However, an unusual feature is the large number of people gathered to watch; there are usually only three or four. The only other really clear image in the sequence is the risen Christ standing with his hands help open, surrounded by his friends I have seen this described as 'the last supper'.
There are two other major paintings on the north wall, and they are both really quite extraordinary. One is above the former north door, and shows a large and ferocious dragon. He is quite out of scale with the other images, and in quite a different style. Some sources suggest that it is part of a scene of St Margaret, but I could see no evidence for this. At the other end of the north wall, however, is the earliest known English image of St Francis. He is shown preaching to the birds in the tree. If 1280, the estimated date for this work, is broadly correct, then this could have been painted by people who were alive in the lifetime of their subject.
There are also the remains of a doom on the west wall above the gallery, hidden when I was last here by building work.
The rest of this building is as atmospheric, and the Victorian additions are obvious, so don't intrude too much. You step beyond the chancel arch into a square space that was obviously once the base of the tower, as at Ousden or Oulton. The sanctuary beyond is all Victorian. A brass inscription for a Laudian Rector has been reset in the tiles. Turning back west, you can make out the two parts of the gallery through the gloom, a royal arms of George III and two hatchments flanking it. Mortlock says that it has Fear God and Honour the King inscribed on the back. This end was undergoing repairs on my last visit.
Beneath the gallery, the font, later than the Norman period, is unique in Suffolk. There is one detail in particular on it that I like very much. The lions at its base are not sitting up, alert, as is common in East Anglia. They are lying down, as though the rural idyll of this place, and its ageless peace, have at last overcome them, and they have surrendered themselves to sleep.
St Mary, Wissington, is just south of the Sudbury to Colchester Road, where the road from Nayland to Bures cuts through. I have never found it locked.
In the Dominican Republic, sugar cane is cut by hand with a machete. It is the lowest paid workers who actually cut the cane; they are usually new immigrants from Haiti. The work is grueling, somewhat dangerous, and very uncomfortable. The action of cutting sugar cane is called "picando la caña," which is from picar, and someone who cuts the cane is a picador, plural picadores. Picadores are paid by the metric ton.
The cut cane is gathered and put into a cart. The person who is in charge of this process is a cart-warden, or carretero. Un carretero sabe carretear.
Usually a team of oxen (bueys) pulls the cart to the weighing area, or grua , where the cart's contents will be weighed. The picadores and the carretero will receive tickets representing the amount they cut or delivered, respectively.
The workers live in a batey. A batey is a company town consisting of barracks and a few houses.
Every year for seventy years or more, male seasonal immigrants from Haiti arrive. These people are called congoses (plural-singular un congo), which is a derisive term roughly equivalent to "hick," "idiot," "chump," or "sucker" in our language. Congoses are lodged five to a room with no bedding and expected to work long, hard hours. The conditions are deplorable, even when they can get paid many times more than what they had previously received in Haiti.
Over time, some of these migrants have stayed through the six months that follow the zafra, called tiempo muerto, and have started families. Haitian women have migrated, as well. Bateyes are unique in culture and language in their mix of that which is Haitian and that which is Dominican.
Bateyes are often still regarded as places where only Haitians (non-citizens) live. Since the Haitians who originally filled the bateyes were not legal immigrants, their children have often been denied citizenship papers. Without citizenship papers, these Dominican born children of Haitian immigrants cannot go to school nor can they receive the benefits of other public services.
However, the Dominican sugar industry is no longer competitive, and when combined with the historical lack of educational and health services to these communities, the low wages have tended to make bateyes some of the poorest communities in the country.
The current trend in the Dominican Republic is for the ingenios to stop producing and for the bateyes to very slowly transform themselves into new sorts of communities. Los Alcarrizos in the Santo Domingo province is a good example of something that used to be a batey but now is a municipality which survives through jobs in the area, but making the transition is hard when people are so poor and only know about the sweet stuff.
Right now the workers get about 10 - 12 Dollars a day, working from sun-up to sun-down. It's hard on the animals too.
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A Ruston Bucyrus 10RB face shovel loading skips at Stonehenge Works on the Leighton Buzzard Narrow Gauge Railway
I’ve felt as if I’ve been moving a snail’s pace in the studio. Here’s a little turtle to remind me slow and steady wins the race...or in my case, a lovely batch. No need to rush :)
Day 14
Inspiration : Who
Journaling reads:
"i am...
...currently 30 years old - EEK! ... using an old photograph ... missing my gram every.single.day ... trying to figure out what i want to be when i grow up & how to get there ... more in LOVE than i EVER thought possible ... enjoying puppy parenthood ... splurging on art supplies from papertrey ink ... obsessed with instagram & taking photos of everyday things ... addicted to diet coke, probably too much so ... enjoying the process of making my house a HOME ... learning i have a LOT to learn ... embracing change. 5/14"
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With the shortened Royal Scotsman season over for the year, GBRf 66743 and 746 have been deployed on general duties for the meantime.
66746 is seen getting its wagons loaded full of spoilt ballast at Redhouse having arrived earlier as 6K03 from Millerhill.
This Lima 2400 crawler crane was brought to the Isle of Man to unload containers from a new container service which had been started up in opposition to the Isle of man Steam Packet Company. The crane arrived in parts in a coaster and was lifterd out of the coaster and built on the Victoria Pier, Douglas by the floating crane Mersey Mammouth. After a few months the new service failed ( as they normally do) and after lying unused for some time the crane was shipped out to Swansea. To do this I drove it one Sunday morning from the Victoria Pier to the inner harbour at Douglas. All the overhead lighting had to be removed. The highway authority insisted that plywood sheets be placed under the tracks to protect the road surface, however when turning one of the corners, the plywood caused too much grip which caused one of the drive chains to break. The crane was marooned for several hours until repairs could be effected. Eventually I drove the crane onto the pontoon Beverley in Douglas harbour. The pontoon was interesting, it had been built during the war as a self propelled floating crane and after the war was purchased by the Mersey Docks and Harbour Co and named Birkett. Later she was bought by the British Transport Docks Board in Hull and renamed Beverley. After use as a floating crane the propelling machinery was removed as was the crane and the hull was used as a pontoon. Laxey Towing Company tug and the hull was used as a p[0 and the hull was used as a pontoon.
Mineral loading platform, Mioño, Cantabria, Spain
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Where to start, well the 45 has an evening and sunday service to raunds via finedon, irthingborough and Rushden lakes (well the council want to get their moneys worth out the service because that's where northants locals are likely to be after 7pm, if they haven't gone home yet!) and provides locals a connection with the evening X1s and vice verser that terminate at finedon and don't run all the way to Wellingborough!! as for Gleneagles and berrymoor they are served by the extended 34 that sc won back from centrebus and seems to run everywhere round kettering and Wellingborough with one bus!! and now runs from bay A, hence the bus stop alterations on bay E and no alterations on the stop flags that it uses round wellingborough, now the visitors to the locals are completely confused and they use darts on it if an optare isn't available!! start the year with a gooden sc as usual, we know the drill, so bad, its good fun for the rest of us!! and then they do this, what a perfect combination!! the 48s at Nuneaton goes gold, so hopefully we should have some handed down E200s and other vehicles by the spring, lovely!! does Bedford want anymore optares or darts??!!! comment below??!!
From my own files, I present the GUN Loader 2.0! Deployed by the Hyperion corporation, loaders are Handsome Jack's soldiers, for a lack of better words. There are many variants. This includes the ION, HOT, RPG, and EXP loaders. They have many critical hit points, including their central eye. GUN variants seem to carry the Transmurdera SMG, although this is never confirmed.
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a truck carrying replacement transmission poles blown over in a storm being manoeuvred gingerly onto the Calmac ferry Eigg at Oban bound for Lismore
Pay loaders from MTA New York City Transit Buses await transfer from the College Point Depot on lowboy trucks. Nine are being sent to Suffolk County to assist with snow clearing operations, each being escorted with supervision and operators.
I posed the question the night before, that I wondered if the bells of the Minster would chime all night, and so would they be made silent after, say, eleven? I can now reveal that the bells did chime all night. I would like to say it was kind of re-assuring, but the ringing, not only of the hours but an attractive peal before the hours were chimed, was loud, loud enough to wake me from my slumber on a few occasions.
We arranged to meet Bradey at eight for breakfast, and in an unusual move we had to exit the guesthouse and go in the front door for the breakfast room. It worked, and soon we were tucking into toast, cereal and a huge cup of coffee or two.
Before breakfast, Jools and I walked round the monster, and saw that it opened at nine, so we hoped to load the car and be at the doors at the final stroke of nine so we could hit toe road as soon as we, or rather, I had my shots.
And this is what happened. The car loaded, we walked to the monster to find the door unlocked, but the church deserted. So, I rushed round getting my shots, it is always wonderful to have a building to oneself, but one as grand and as special as Beverley Minster was a rare treat.
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Beverley Minster, in Beverley, East Riding of Yorkshire, is a parish church in the Church of England. It is one of the largest parish churches in the UK, larger than one third of all English cathedrals and regarded as a gothic masterpiece by many.
Originally a collegiate church, it was not selected as a bishop's seat during the Dissolution of the Monasteries; nevertheless it survived as a parish church and the chapter house was the only major part of the building to be lost. It is part of the Greater Churches Group and a Grade I listed building.[1] Every year it hosts events in association with local schools. Including the Beverley Minster Primary School Nativity Performance and the Beverley Grammar School Speech Night.
The minster owes its origin and much of its subsequent importance to Saint John of Beverley, who founded a monastery locally around 700 AD and whose bones still lie beneath a plaque in the nave. The institution grew after his death and underwent several rebuildings. After a serious fire in 1188, the subsequent reconstruction was overambitious; the newly heightened central tower collapsed c. 1213 bringing down much of the surrounding church. Work on the present structure began around 1220.
It took 200 years to complete building work but, despite the time scale involved, the whole building has coherent form and detail and is regarded[who?] as one of the finest examples of Perpendicular design, the twin towers of the west front being a superlative example. These formed the inspiration for the design of the present Westminster Abbey.
Saint Thomas Becket of Canterbury, (c. 1118–29 December 1170) was named Provost of Beverley in 1154.
Henry Percy, 4th Earl of Northumberland (1449–1489), was buried in the church after being murdered by the citizens of York in 1489 during the Yorkshire Rebellion over high taxes imposed by King Henry VII.
As with many English churches during the wars of religion in the 16th century, Beverley Minster was not immune to dissension. Church authorities cracked down hard on those they felt were part of the "Popish" conspiracy contrary to Royal decrees. "Among those holding traditional beliefs were three of the clergy at the minster, who were charged with Popish practices in 1567; John Levet was a former member of the college and Richard Levet was presumably his brother. Both Levetts were suspended from the priesthood for keeping prohibited equipment and books and when restored were ordered not to minister in Beverley or its neighbourhood."[2]
In the 18th century the present central tower replaced an original lantern tower that was in danger of collapse. This central tower now houses the largest surviving treadwheel crane in England, which is used when raising building materials to a workshop located in the roof. A distinctive feature of both the north and south transepts is the presence of rose windows, and a White Rose of York, with ten equal parts. Daily tours to the crane and rose windows are available to the general public, subject to other church commitments.
Features of the interior include columns of Purbeck Marble, stiff-leaf carving and the tomb of Lady Eleanor Percy, dating from around 1340 and covered with a richly-decorated canopy, regarded[who?] as one of the best surviving examples of Gothic art. A total of 68 16th century misericords are located in the quire of the minster and nearby is a sanctuary or frith stool dating back to Anglo-Saxon times.
The misericords were probably carved by the Ripon school of carvers and bear a strong family resemblance to those at Manchester Cathedral and Ripon Cathedral.
The church contains one of the few remaining Frith Stools (also known as Frid Stools, meaning "peace chairs") in England. Anyone wanting to claim sanctuary from the law would sit in the chair. The chair dates from Saxon times before 1066.[3][4][5][6]
The organ is mounted above a richly carved wooden screen dating from the late 19th century. There is a staircase in the north aisle which would have been used in collegiate times to gain access from and to the chapter house.
Improvements to the choir were made during the 16th and 18th centuries and medieval glass, which was shattered by a storm in 1608, was meticulously collected and installed in the East Window in 1725. The Thornton family, great craftsmen of the early 18th century, were responsible for the font cover and the west door. Another notable feature is the series of carvings of musicians which adorn the nave.
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Beverley Minster is the Parish Church of St. John and St. Martin
John, bishop of York, founded a monastery on the site where Beverley Minster stands.
John died in 721 and his body was buried in a chapel of the Saxon church.
He was canonised in 1037.
The present church was built around his tomb.
Building work began in 1220 and was completed in 1425.
Throughout the Middle Ages miracles which took place at his tomb attracted pilgrims from far and wide.
Today the church is still a place of pilgrimage for visitors. It also continues to be a place of prayer and worship at the heart of the community.