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Boat that we travelled on from Ilulissat to Rode Bay.

A few macros from this afternoons walk.

Rather scruffy Purple Hairstreak.

Small Copper, must have seen about a dozen today.

"Some motorcycles git rode and some git towed." The theory is that a bike is a good one if you ride it, but if you just tow it around on a trailer, it isn't much good.

Door Astrid Wiessner-Hoog, 's Heerenhoek

Heerlijk aan het pitten in de bosjes in 's Heerenhoek

Detalle del alojamiento para la batería

The hardly-used path by the side of the River Roding. You'd hardly believe this was just 100 metres from the A12 and A406!

Not used the Bigma for ages.

Born on the reserve yesterday. So small.

Rode Hall, near the village of Scholar Green, is the home of the Baker Wilbraham family, Baronets of Loventor, who have owned it since 1669. The house dates from the early 18th century and the grounds that surround it were landscaped by Humphry Repton. This photograph is of Rode Pool, which is a mile long and covers an area of some 40 acres. It was constructed between 1800 and 1810 by John Webb, to a design by Repton. The small island is called Birthday Island and is home to a colony of herons.

Roding at dusk, ISO 4000

Rode Hall is a beautiful early eighteenth century country house with a fine collection of porcelain and extensive gardens set in a Repton landscape.

 

Home to the Wilbraham family since 1669, the extensive grounds boast a woodland garden, formal garden designed by Nesfield in 1860, a stunning two acre walled kitchen garden, which provides produce for the farmers' market and tearooms and a new Italian garden.

Rode spoorbloem of Centranthus ruber

Abbess Roding, Essex

 

Opposite the south wall is a tablet of a very unusual design. It is dated 1633 and commemorates Mildred, wife of Sir William Lucklyn, who is shown looking out from a curtained recess with her head reclining on her right hand while her left hand is on an open book. Cherubs are holding back the curtains and two angels are depicted about to place a crown on her head.

 

We boast no virtues, and we beg no tears ; O reader ; if thou hast but eyes and ears, It is enough ; but tell me, why Thou com'st to gaze ? is it to pry Into our cost, or borrow A copy of our sorrow ? Or, dost thou come To learn to die, Not knowing whom To practise by ? If this be thy desire, Then draw thee one step nigher ; Here lies a precedent — a rarer Earth never shew'd ; nor Heaven a fairer. She was — but room forbids to tell thee what— Sum all perfection up, and she was — that.

 

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Rode NT4 Microphone

 

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