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Terrys removals arrive to drop off some furniture just as another train full of excited children expectant with the thought of meeting Father Christmas departs Bewdley bound for Santa's Grotto at the North pole. (AKA Arley station)
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Four days after the big snow, removal of the snow banks was done on our street. Although the road had been cleared as the storm occurred, we were left with big banks that reduced the road to one lane.
This was a very quick phone grab from my window of the blower filling the truck and the concomitant spray skyward.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Anonymously captured in May 2017 and previously unpublished. I had arrived to what sounded like a woman being assaulted and a police officer rushing from his parked car. I was pleased that I had not arrived sooner to the location for fear that I would have simply had to have intervened!
Today, following devastating local elections for The Conservative Party, the State Opening of Parliament took place. HRH The Prince of Wales read a speech written by The Government in respect to their coming bills and actions for this session of government.
Laws previously rejected by The Lords for being too draconian are now back on the agenda. Bills set to make protesting ever more illegal. Once those are through there will be bills to reduce your basic human rights. The European Court of Human Rights will still be an option above and beyond the UK law but only for the very wealthy, there will be no legal aid to go beyond UK law. New bills are coming to alter electoral processes and the scope of areas, which follow on from a law already passed to remove independence from the Electoral Commission. Elections will be overseen by the Government in power.
When the Tory Government start stripping rights that mean something to you and they have already removed your legal right to protest against them, please don't start crying saying that you didn't see it coming.
Make no mistake - these are dark times. We have a populist autocratic Government bent on lies, cover ups and avoidance of accountability. We are on the verge of an elected dictatorship and our media are powerless as they are controlled by the Tory party or major donors to the Tory party. Well, aside from Channel 4 which is why the Tories want to sell it off!
Dark times. More police powers are coming. Fewer rights. Fewer freedoms. Less opportunity to affect change through voting. This is how Germany tumbled in the 1930s.
A small front-end loader (bright lights straight ahead) arrived at first light to clear last night's snow. Sole and Tessa sat at their posts overseeing the job until it was done.
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Don’t you just hate that end of holiday feeling! For me it slightly erodes the sprits during the last few days, when you should be living in the moment enjoying the holiday. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my job, it’s creative, rewarding and often fun, but the feeling I get towards the end of a holiday doesn’t seem to respect these facts. I think it’s fundamentally about freedom, or the removal of structure that is so appealing about holidays, total freedom (well ‘kind of’, if you have kids and a strong minded wife... I should leave it there I think!) Anyway as you can imagine I’ve just returned from Cornwall and just finished my first day at work. Man it was hard to get out of bed and crack open that email...wine...err, email that’s it, EMAIL...Mind u, I bet my liver is looking forward to a rest now I’m back at work...
This shot was a particularly enjoyable evening, at Trevone bay. Kids and wife in pub, me down at water’s edge slipping about and smiling from ear to ear...and a pint and a good meal afterwards!
Aoineadh Mor / Inniemore. July 27th 1824.
The man raised his head from where he stooped over the rocks and boulders that lay in a pile around him, and looked up the hill to where his two boys were working over a grey granite boulder and rolling it slowly down the slope to where he was. They were devoted to each other, William and James, each 9 and 7 years old. They might just as easily fight each other but today they toiled together heaving and pushing to make the rock move towards the house. Father and two women, Elizabeth and Mrs Swanson, were sorting through the rocks and individually picking a suitable piece to place in the wall. They had reached about the seventh layer, rounding out the corner of the house to reduce wind noise for the inhabitants and to make it less vulnerable to cattle rubbing themselves on the corner and dislodging stones.
Father placed another three rocks and paused once more, not least to stand for a second and admire with pride his two boys working together. As a team they were making good progress and he reckoned they would have a fine new home before the autumn gales arrived. They had sourced logs from the nearby forest for roof timbers and there was a plentiful supply of turf for the roof covering on the flatter land near the burn that ran through the middle of the settlement. This new house would be the fifteenth in this isolated and remote glen and he couldn’t wait to see the smoke rising from the hole at one end when the hearth was lit. What a place it was. Paradise. So quiet and self contained. Idyllic. Just these good folk living as tenant farmers, their cattle, chickens, goats and hens eeking out a basic living from the glen within the surrounding mountain sides. He loved it here, far from the madding world as he knew it.
A boulder rolled onto his foot breaking his reverie. The boys expected some admonishment but he looked down and smiled at them, “Come on, he said let’s get this big one on the wall, just here, it will go well” and together they bent down to get their palms under it and lift it up. It fitted snuggly on its flatter base, a nice clean light grey granite boulder. Little brother pushed some small stones into the gaps to chock it in. Then they each slapped a palm on it, to test its stability and took a step back to admire their work.
“One day, long after I am long gone from this world, I hope you can stand here and see this stone you put here when you were a boy”, said father. The boys looked up at their father, his demise too unthinkable, a thought they could not bear. A world without him.
But here the eldest was. Alone, now an old man himself. It was a similar July day. Grey and overcast, but not cold. The wind heard him utter, “Bastards”, directed at those who so long ago destroyed his family home. They had come, the authorities, the tacksmen with their strange Saxon accents, and decreed all 15 families must move, to where they did not care. It had come as a shock. They had been expecting a rent increase, not eviction. The officials and their men moved from house to house in the settlement, emptying the belongings outside, hurling furniture and chattels into piles., and dousing the fires in the hearth.
Now he looked at the light grey boulder, today capped in moss, that he and his younger brother, and his father had lifted into position, a tear forming in his eye. Mary Cameron, who had lived nearby, recounted what had happened:
"They were cast out. No home to call their own. Not even a bothy to shelter in. His mother had carried his little brother, in her arms across her chest, wrapped in a shawl. He had walked by his father’s side leading their goat on a rope. His father carried his frail and elderly widowed mother in a creel on his back. A neighbour offered to carry some of their simple furniture on his back. 14 miles to the end of the day and through the night across the rough, open land to a delapidated turf and timber byer near Lochaline. It was shelter from the rain that came later. A few, blighted, foraged potatoes was all they had to eat, until they made it to relatives in Kilmalieu four days later"
Now just the lower walls of his family house remain once more. The rock, “his rock” still stands on the seventh layer, testament to how little mankind has advanced in 100 years in terms of humanity, equality, and homelessness. Now I was there too, as a 21st Century observer I found it very moving to feel the atmosphere and history of the Highland Clearances in Aoineacdh Mor. “Bastards” he said again, before turning to head for home. It would be a long way: Antigonish, Nova Scotia.
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Yesterday was a big day at Blijdorp,the zoo in Rotterdam. Mother elephant Douanita and her daughter Tonya left the Zoo for there removal to Prague.
At this moment the container with Douanita in it is lifted on the trailer.The other container contains her daughter.
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One of the owners of this century-old house is moving out due to demolition.
No.15 Lane 507 Shunchang Rd., Shanghai
Deep in the darkest recesses of Beamish Museum rests the remains of this Victorian horse-drawn furniture removals wagon. Restoration has only just begun - it has new wheels on it - but there is much more to do. The feint remains of the writing on the sides indicates that it did "Furniture Removals and Storage" and that it belonged to "??? Dixon" of "Gilesgate, Durham"(City)
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