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This is all I have for Crazy Tuesday: street scenes.
I noted 'store windows' included in the description of the theme but I am OK if this photo is not acceptable! Walking through our village, I noticed the poppies growing in front of the solicitors' window, and as my camera was set on b&w with red s/c, I took this shot.....
Sounds like a name for a solicitor's business. Moody and Grey. Hmmm. Well, things are not so great. I'm sat at home isolating, surrounded by three others coughing and spitting Covid around the place. I have a tickle and a frog in my throat but keep testing "negative". The others are suffering, and reading that is how so many others start before becoming serious is a constant worry. My wife is double jabbed but still has it. So much stuff about why you shouldn't get the jab, but I have noticed I've never heard anyone who has had Covid who has said you shouldn't get the jab. Unless they died of a blood clot. Oh what misery. Only a full blooded visit to the slate quarries of Snowdonia will cleanse my mind.
The exact equivalent of an English Solicitor is difficult to translate to other countries. The work of a solicitor is done in different places by lawyers, advocates, notaries, attorneys and in some places jurists!
This solicitors practice is in Middlegate, Newark.
Rather a grim exterior featuring fire escape stairs at the rear of a Solicitors' office in New Ross. Happy Saturday for Stairs, HFF & HWW!
The Calder and Hebble Navigation, a canal in Halifax, Calderdale, West Yorkshire.
By the beginning of the 18th century, the Aire and Calder Navigation had made the River Calder navigable as far upstream as Wakefield. The aim of the Calder and Hebble Navigation was to extend navigation west (upstream) from Wakefield to Sowerby Bridge near Halifax.
The first attempt to obtain an Act of Parliament was made in 1740, as a result of a petition by the people of Halifax, Ripponden and Elland. John Eyes of Liverpool surveyed the route, and presented a scheme for a navigation which would use the River Calder from Wakefield to its junction with the River Hebble, follow the Hebble to Salterhebble Bridge, and then follow the Halifax Brook to reach Halifax. The bill was defeated, due to opposition from local landowners who feared that it would cause flooding, from millers, who thought that navigation would disrupt their water supply, and from the promoters of several Turnpike Bills, who were intending to build roads which would follow a similar route.
The second attempt followed a meeting of the Union Club in Halifax on 2 September 1756, which considered how to improve the import of wool and corn to the town. They invited the civil engineer John Smeaton to make a new survey, which he did in late 1757. An Act was obtained on 9 June 1758, for this extended route, and created Commissioners, who must own an estate valued at more than £100, or have a personal fortune of more than £3,000.
Construction started in November 1759, with Smeaton acting as engineer. By November 1764, the navigation was open as far as Brighouse, some 16 miles (26 km) from Wakefield. Having borrowed £56,000, factions arose within the Commissioners, with some wanting to stop at Brooksmouth, where the Rivers Hebble and Calder meet, and others wanting to raise more money and complete the scheme. The second option gained most support, and a new committee was set up, who asked James Brindley to take over from Smeaton in 1765. The work was just complete when a further flood caused so much damage that the only option was to close the navigation again.
The Commissioners felt unable to borrow more money, and so a second Act of Parliament was obtained on 21 April 1769, which formally created the Company of Proprietors of the Calder and Hebble Navigation. This consisted of all of the 81 people who had loaned money to the original scheme, and these loans were converted into £100 shares. Additional shares could be issued, and the Company could borrow up to £20,000, with the future tolls used as security.
The Navigation prospered, with dividends rising steadily from 5 per cent in 1771 to 13 per cent in 1792. Under the terms of the Act of Parliament, tolls were reduced when the dividend exceeded 10 per cent, and the first such reduction occurred in 1791.
In 1798 a long cut at Thornhill was made, bypassing the town of Dewsbury. Trade with the town was maintained by the construction of a new branch from Thornhill to Dewsbury. Another stimulus to trade was provided by the Rochdale Canal, which opened up a through route from Sowerby Bridge to Manchester from 1804.
The Manchester and Leeds Railway company, which had approached the Calder and Hebble in 1836, but had been rebuffed, opened their line between 1839 and 1841. It followed the line of the canal and that of the Rochdale Canal. A year later, with canal shares having lost 66 per cent of their value, the canal company approached the railway, who agreed to lease the canal for £40,000 per year for 14 years, commencing on 25 March 1843. The Aire and Calder Navigation objected to the lease, and in April 1847, the Attorney General and the Solicitor General ruled that it was illegal, and must cease. Soon afterwaards, the Aire and Calder offered to lease the canal itself, and the agreement started in September. After the Aire and Calder's lease expired in 1885, the Navigation Company again took charge, rebuilt many of the bridges, and established the Calder Carrying Company. Shareholders continued to receive dividends until the canal was nationalized in 1948, and the canal was used by commercial traffic until 1981.
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You should have no problem today finding the marmot in this photograph, and I had no problem hearing it when it yipped out its high-pitch warning call. Hopefully its bark is worse than its bite, especially with those choppers! Teton Canyon, Wyoming, USA, June 2025
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Christchurch, Dorset UK.
The cinema opened in 1931 and was built for local solicitor Thomas J Rowley. It was not unusual at the time to build cinemas as a speculative venture. Firstly, it provided employment for local people and secondly it could hopefully be sold on at a profit, to a cinema chain once completed. Rowley was also responsible for the construction of the Talbot and Victoria shopping parades in Winton, Bournemouth. The Victoria Parade incorporated the Victoria cinema later renamed the Ritz.
The Regent seated around 700 patrons in circle and stalls and competed directly with the incumbent Pavilion cinema in Bargates which had belated plans to take over the Regent instead. The Pavilion is another survivor formally known as The British Legion Club.
By the mid 1930's Portsmouth Town Cinemas were the operators. That company also ran the Ritz and the Moderne in Winton. It was operated by Shipman and King cinemas for a very short time in the late 1960's and they did carry out some much needed refurbishment before they were taken over by the Grade organisation and ultimately subsumed into EMI, the music and entertainment conglomerate.
It was closed in 1973 by the then owners Thorm/EMI Screen Entertainment, who by then owned the ABC circuit. The last film show consisted of a double bill namely The Thief Who Came to Dinner' starring Ryan O'Neill plus John Wayne and Ann Margret in The Train Robbers.
At this stage in the life of a cinema it would have been demolished, but once again the insatiable demand for bingo saved the day and the Regent became a Mecca Bingo and Social Club for a further nine years until 1982.
Mecca had a reputation for looking after their buildings but had a policy of painting the interiors in a combination of mauve, pink and dark green! Which was the colour scheme inherited by Christchurch Borough Council when they took over the building soon after Mecca vacated the premises.
As the owners of an empty building, the Council were persuaded by a group of would-be volunteers that it would be a good idea to use the venue for the public good. Thus, it was that in 1983 and from small beginnings, the Regent went from strength to strength until today with its varied programming of films, live shows and broadcasts, it has become an important and very popular venue for the local community.
Text courtesy of www.regentcentre.co.uk/
“Ahem…seeing as you’re all here, let’s begin, the solicitor began. “The document reads as follows…” He was squinting. “Would someone find a light switch? I can’t see in this bloody darkness.”
“Ahem… now as I was saying…I, Patrick Paul Downes, residing in the city of Sligo, of the same county, Ireland, and being of sound mind, this, the twenty-seventh day of August, in the year of our Lord two thousand twenty-four, hear-by appoint Mr. Fred (Freddy Duh) Mavins, of Sligo executor of my estate on confirmation of my death.”
“Ah, shite,” Mary Quinn, sister of the deceased, whispered to her twin sister, Maggie. “The eejit went and done it. And Freddy Duh isn’t even here. If there was work in the bed, Freddy would sleep on the floor.”
“Hush, Mary. Shut up and listen to the man,” Maggie replied.
“The executor shall promptly pay any and all outstanding debts and assignments….”
The sisters and others had already quit listening to the legal boilerplate, and were eyeing the tea pot and biscuits that had been brought in and placed on a nearby table.
“I hate to admit it, but I’m glad Yuki left. I never liked having that foreign girl here. Pat Paul was better off without the woman,” Mary hissed.
Maggie put her hand on Mary’s leg. “Settle down. We said what was needed to be said. Today will be our reward.”
“Why did we have to be here so damn early in the morning?” Jimmy Joyce muttered under his breath. Seven AM? Christ almighty. He had cows to feed. Well, then again, maybe old Pat Paul would have though about that; hence the early hour.
“Ahem.” Declan O’Connor, the solicitor, tried to make eye contact with the group.
‘Now, the distribution of the estate is as follows…’’
That seemed to work, O’Connor noted. All eyes were upon him. You could hear the proverbial pin drop.
“To my lifelong fishing buddy, Jimmy Joyce, I leave my 17-foot lake boat, my Yamaha 5 horsepower engine, and all my fishing gear.“
Jimmy Joyce beamed. Pat Paul always went first class when it came to fishing. God bless ya, Jimmy thought.
“To my local parish, my church, Our Lady of Eternal Sorrows, and that lovely new priest, Father Akachukwu, recently arrived from Nigeria, I leave ten thousand Euro, to be used toward the recompense of people abused in their National School during the 1950s… the 1960s…the 1970s… the 1980s…
Father Akachukwu beamed.
Having little English, Father Akachukwu had no idea what had just been said, but he had heard his name, and knew what ten thousand Euro was.
Now we’re getting to the meat on the table, Maggie thought to herself.
“To my son, Patrick Paul Junior, who fecked off to America twenty years ago, and never sent so much as a postcard, I leave one Euro.”
Mary and Maggie gasped.
Patrick Paul Junior, who had at last returned to the auld sod for the reading of the will, spit on the rug and left the room; never, it was imagined by those in attendance, ever to be seen again.
“If I hurry, I maybe can catch the noon flight out of Shannon,” he thought to himself, as he fumbled for his mobile phone and the keys to the hire car. “The old gobshite…”
“To my sisters, Mary, and Mildred,” (who winced at hearing her given name) “Despite their constant bickering, and meddling in my affairs, I leave the remainder of my estate.”
Mary and Maggie beamed.
A month earlier, Patrick Paul Downes, knowing he was dying, had strolled into Mullaney’s in town and purchased a new suit, a couple of shirts, and a sharp looking necktie.
He’d then walked to the other side of the shop, to Mullaney’s travel agency, and had them arrange for airfare, a hotel, plus a car and driver, for a long-overdue holiday abroad. He wore the suit out of the shop, lacking a final tailoring, but suitable for his next task.
He stopped at the Bank of Ireland, whose manager knew him well, to arrange for a loan for the full market value of his property. The manager looked at Pat Paul; looked at the suit, and determined Pat Paul must of made a killing on the ponies at the local horse track. Loan approved.
Taking all the cash and life savings he’d gathered from beneath his mattress at home, he flew off to Monte Carlo a few days later. Pat Paul went to the grand casino, marched up to the first roulette table he saw, and bet it all on black. The wheel came up red.
Patrick Paul beamed.
(Photo taken at a grand Manor House now used as a luxury resort hotel, western Ireland.)
As I walked through the west entrance to Mount Pleasant Cemetery, I came upon this incredible sight of a gargoyle howling in agony, sitting atop a high obelisk, Most people put religious or non-descipt symbols on their tombstones, but this person chose to be enigmatic. The inscription reads: Name: Edward J. Sapiano; Birth: June 18, 1962; Death: March 21, 2020; Occupation: Barrister and Solicitor, Criminal Defense Lawyer and State's Adversary;
Final words: Because those who can, must; Just as those who could, did.
A Cautionary Tale with Fluffy Tails
Part of a series of books in a Hastings solicitors shop window which includes:
Rocker Style Tips for Bunnies; and
Mod Style Tips for Bunnies.
The Honourable Shirley Bond, Minister of Public Safety and Solicitor General and His Honour the Lieutenant Governor, Steven Point with recipient Corporal Daryl Krumbhols of the RCMP at Police Honours Night 2011
A centre of learning - the main office of the solicitor in Ravensworth Terrace in Beamish Museum town area, showing mainly Victorian furniture and fittings.
Copyright © 2008 Terry Pinnegar Photography. All Rights Reserved. THIS IMAGE IS NOT TO BE USED WITHOUT MY EXPRESS PERMISSION!
The Calder and Hebble Navigation, a canal in Halifax, Calderdale, West Yorkshire.
By the beginning of the 18th century, the Aire and Calder Navigation had made the River Calder navigable as far upstream as Wakefield. The aim of the Calder and Hebble Navigation was to extend navigation west (upstream) from Wakefield to Sowerby Bridge near Halifax.
Construction started in 1759, with Smeaton acting as engineer. By 1764, the navigation was open as far as Brighouse, some 16 miles (26 km) from Wakefield. Having borrowed £56,000, factions arose within the Commissioners, with some wanting to stop at Brooksmouth, where the Rivers Hebble and Calder meet, and others wanting to raise more money and complete the scheme. The second option gained most support, and a new committee was set up, who asked James Brindley to take over from Smeaton in 1765.
The Commissioners felt unable to borrow more money, and so a second Act of Parliament was obtained on 21 April 1769, which formally created the Company of Proprietors of the Calder and Hebble Navigation. This consisted of all the 81 people who had loaned money to the original scheme, and these loans were converted into £100 shares. Additional shares could be issued, and the Company could borrow up to £20,000, with the future tolls used as security.
The Navigation prospered, with dividends rising steadily from 5 per cent in 1771 to 13 per cent in 1792. Under the terms of the Act of Parliament, tolls were reduced when the dividend exceeded 10 per cent, and the first such reduction occurred in 1791.
The Manchester and Leeds Railway company, which had approached the Calder and Hebble in 1836, but had been rebuffed, opened their line between 1839 and 1841. It followed the line of the canal and that of the Rochdale Canal. A year later, with canal shares having lost 66 per cent of their value, the canal company approached the railway, who agreed to lease the canal for £40,000 per year for 14 years, commencing on 25 March 1843.
The Aire and Calder Navigation objected to the lease, and in 1847, the Attorney General and the Solicitor General ruled that it was illegal and must cease. Soon afterwards, the Aire and Calder offered to lease the canal itself, and the agreement started in September. After the Aire and Calder's lease expired in 1885, the Navigation Company again took charge, rebuilt many of the bridges, and established the Calder Carrying Company. Shareholders continued to receive dividends until the canal was nationalized in 1948, and the canal was used by commercial traffic until 1981.
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A centre of learning - the main office of the solicitor in Ravensworth Terrace in Beamish Museum town area, showing mainly Victorian furniture and fittings.
Copyright © 2008 Terry Pinnegar Photography. All Rights Reserved. THIS IMAGE IS NOT TO BE USED WITHOUT MY EXPRESS PERMISSION!
National Trust Properties
Cragside, Rothbury, Northumberland
Cragside was the dream of the Victorian entrepreneur, William Armstrong. Originally trained as a solicitor, was a keen amateur scientist who then conducted experiments in electricity and hydraulics. In 1847 he left the law to set up his own company W. G. Armstrong & Co. just outside Newcastle. During the 1850’s he made his fortune supplying arms to the British Army. He was knighted in 1859.
The original house was a small shooting lodge which was built between 1862-64. In 1869 Armstrong employed the services of architect Richard Norman Shaw to enlarge Cragside, firstly in 1869 and again in 1882. Between these years the house blossomed, not only with the breath-taking architecture but the house was filled with wonderful works of art. Both of the Armstrong’s were great patrons to the Arts.
However after Armstrong’s death in 1900, Cragside ran into difficulty and in 1910 the best of the art was sold off. Eventually with heavy death duties in the 1970’s the family sold up and the National Trust in 1977. Cragside is a Grade I listed building and was opened to the public in 1979.
There is much to see both inside the house and the garden to enjoy, it is well worth a visit. This is the last of the four postings.
Galway
Spotted tonight on the way to meet a colleague for a drink. Not too sure about the composition, but I like the blue of the office with the blue and purple of the man's attire. For some reason, this also reminds me of a Disney park (Epcot?). Or, perhaps a Universal Studios park?
Two young ladies stand outside the solicitor's office in Beamish Museum town area. Are they simply passing the time of day, or are they heading for the solicitor's on more important business? We shall never know.
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In the corner of the solicitor's office in Beamish Museum town area racks of legal papers await attention. On the mantelpiece is legal binding tape and other tools of the trade, whilst a hawk-like picture figure keeps an eye on the clerks at work.
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Tramlink 2534 heads along Kent Gate Way, Addington on it`s way to Wimbledon. The tram is plastered in vinyls for a local solicitor company, McMillan Williams.
As a professional Estate planner, I come across many solicitors, some of which have no qualifications in Estate planning, who often draw up wills and trusts at upto 4 times the prices I charge.
However, if you are getting divorced, or are disputing a parking ticket, I am of no help at all!
Here, in the public office of the solicitor's house in Beamish Museum town area, the fine wooden fire surround has been blocked off and an archaic wood-burning stove placed in front of it to provide only as much heat as was essential to prevent freezing to death!
Copyright © 2008 Terry Pinnegar Photography. All Rights Reserved. THIS IMAGE IS NOT TO BE USED WITHOUT MY EXPRESS PERMISSION!
The premises of Enoch Evans, solicitors, in Hatherton Road, Walsall.
Enoch Evans was born in 1859 in Stafford Street, Walsall. He became mayor of the town in 1921 and founded the firm of solicitors that carries his name to this day. He died in 1937.
Curious, Beautiful, and very friendly deer, stops by the yard to have an early evening bite of fruit.
Location: Cedar Ridge, Tuolumne County, California.
Date: June 2023
Camera: Galaxy S21 5G (Mobile Device)
Photographer friend Oliver Klink and I took photos at an event organized by the Misalignment Museum in San Francisco, California. A friend invited us for a drink in a hotel after the event, where we had lively discussions until 2am at night with Neal Katyal, the former Solicitor General of the United States under President Barack Obama.
Earlier that night Neal gave a keynote at the 40th anniversary celebration dinner of the civil rights Coram Nobis cases, where he also received the Fred Korematsu Social Justice Award in recognition for admitting in 2011 a misconduct of his predecessors for hiding evidence and deceiving the Supreme Court that resulted in the World War II rulings that upheld the detention of more than 110,000 Japanese Americans.
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Floyd Bennett Airfield, Brooklyn, USA
The Grade II Listed 3 Lindum Road, Lincoln, Lincolnshire.
A detached house with an attached stone grotto built in 1848. 1888 Thurston George Dale, solicitor; 1892 William J Cant, surgeon; billiard room added in 1898 for W J Cant, architect W Mortimer and Son. 1894, 1905 B Nicholson; 1908 Dr C Clements; alterations in 1937 for W A Biggs, architects Watkins and Coombes.
“Ahem…seeing as you’re all here, let’s begin, the solicitor began. “The document reads as follows…” He was squinting. “Would someone find a light switch? I can’t see in this bloody darkness.”
“Ahem… now as I was saying…I, Patrick Paul Downes, residing in the city of Sligo, of the same county, Ireland, and being of sound mind, this, the twenty-seventh day of August, in the year of our Lord two thousand twenty-four, hear-by appoint Mr. Fred (Freddy Duh) Mavins, of Sligo executor of my estate on confirmation of my death.”
“Ah, shite,” Mary Quinn, sister of the deceased, whispered to her twin sister, Maggie. “The eejit went and done it. And Freddy Duh isn’t even here. If there was work in the bed, Freddy would sleep on the floor.”
“Hush, Mary. Shut up and listen to the man,” Maggie replied.
“The executor shall promptly pay any and all outstanding debts and assignments….”
The sisters and others had already quit listening to the legal boilerplate, and were eyeing the tea pot and biscuits that had been brought in and placed on a nearby table.
“I hate to admit it, but I’m glad Yuki left. I never liked having that foreign girl here. Pat Paul was better off without the woman,” Mary hissed.
Maggie put her hand on Mary’s leg. “Settle down. We said what was needed to be said. Today will be our reward.”
“Why did we have to be here so damn early in the morning?” Jimmy Joyce muttered under his breath. Seven AM? Christ almighty. He had cows to feed. Well, then again, maybe old Pat Paul would have though about that; hence the early hour.
“Ahem.” Declan O’Connor, the solicitor, tried to make eye contact with the group.
‘Now, the distribution of the estate is as follows…’’
That seemed to work, O’Connor noted. All eyes were upon him. You could hear the proverbial pin drop.
“To my lifelong fishing buddy, Jimmy Joyce, I leave my 17-foot lake boat, my Yamaha 5 horsepower engine, and all my fishing gear.“
Jimmy Joyce beamed. Pat Paul always went first class when it came to fishing. God bless ya, Jimmy thought.
“To my local parish, my church, Our Lady of Eternal Sorrows, and that lovely new priest, Father Akachukwu, recently arrived from Nigeria, I leave ten thousand Euro, to be used toward the recompense of people abused in their National School during the 1950s… the 1960s…the 1970s… the 1980s…
Father Akachukwu beamed.
Having little English, Father Akachukwu had no idea what had just been said, but he had heard his name, and knew what ten thousand Euro was.
Now we’re getting to the meat on the table, Maggie thought to herself.
“To my son, Patrick Paul Junior, who fecked off to America twenty years ago, and never sent so much as a postcard, I leave one Euro.”
Mary and Maggie gasped.
Patrick Paul Junior, who had at last returned to the auld sod for the reading of the will, spit on the rug and left the room; never, it was imagined by those in attendance, ever to be seen again.
“If I hurry, I maybe can catch the noon flight out of Shannon,” he thought to himself, as he fumbled for his mobile phone and the keys to the hire car. “The old gobshite…”
“To my sisters, Mary, and Mildred,” (who winced at hearing her given name) “Despite their constant bickering, and meddling in my affairs, I leave the remainder of my estate.”
Mary and Maggie beamed.
A month earlier, Patrick Paul Downes, knowing he was dying, had strolled into Mullaney’s in town and purchased a new suit, a couple of shirts, and a sharp looking necktie.
He’d then walked to the other side of the shop, to Mullaney’s travel agency, and had them arrange for airfare, a hotel, plus a car and driver, for a long-overdue holiday abroad. He wore the suit out of the shop, lacking a final tailoring, but suitable for his next task.
He stopped at the Bank of Ireland, whose manager knew him well, to arrange for a loan for the full market value of his property. The manager looked at Pat Paul; looked at the suit, and determined Pat Paul must of made a killing on the ponies at the local horse track. Loan approved.
Taking all the cash and life savings he’d gathered from beneath his mattress at home, he flew off to Monte Carlo a few days later. Pat Paul went to the grand casino, marched up to the first roulette table he saw, and bet it all on black. The wheel came up red.
Patrick Paul beamed.
(Photo taken at a grand Manor House now used as a luxury resort hotel, western Ireland.)
The Calder and Hebble Navigation, a canal in Halifax, Calderdale, West Yorkshire.
By the beginning of the 18th century, the Aire and Calder Navigation had made the River Calder navigable as far upstream as Wakefield. The aim of the Calder and Hebble Navigation was to extend navigation west (upstream) from Wakefield to Sowerby Bridge near Halifax.
Construction started in 1759, with Smeaton acting as engineer. By 1764, the navigation was open as far as Brighouse, some 16 miles (26 km) from Wakefield. Having borrowed £56,000, factions arose within the Commissioners, with some wanting to stop at Brooksmouth, where the Rivers Hebble and Calder meet, and others wanting to raise more money and complete the scheme. The second option gained most support, and a new committee was set up, who asked James Brindley to take over from Smeaton in 1765.
The Commissioners felt unable to borrow more money, and so a second Act of Parliament was obtained on 21 April 1769, which formally created the Company of Proprietors of the Calder and Hebble Navigation. This consisted of all the 81 people who had loaned money to the original scheme, and these loans were converted into £100 shares. Additional shares could be issued, and the Company could borrow up to £20,000, with the future tolls used as security.
The Navigation prospered, with dividends rising steadily from 5 per cent in 1771 to 13 per cent in 1792. Under the terms of the Act of Parliament, tolls were reduced when the dividend exceeded 10 per cent, and the first such reduction occurred in 1791.
The Manchester and Leeds Railway company, which had approached the Calder and Hebble in 1836, but had been rebuffed, opened their line between 1839 and 1841. It followed the line of the canal and that of the Rochdale Canal. A year later, with canal shares having lost 66 per cent of their value, the canal company approached the railway, who agreed to lease the canal for £40,000 per year for 14 years, commencing on 25 March 1843.
The Aire and Calder Navigation objected to the lease, and in 1847, the Attorney General and the Solicitor General ruled that it was illegal and must cease. Soon afterwards, the Aire and Calder offered to lease the canal itself, and the agreement started in September. After the Aire and Calder's lease expired in 1885, the Navigation Company again took charge, rebuilt many of the bridges, and established the Calder Carrying Company. Shareholders continued to receive dividends until the canal was nationalized in 1948, and the canal was used by commercial traffic until 1981.
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prose over poetry
Rope's vegetable flute was soon catching the attention of local Totnesians
just the look alone transfixed passers by,
let alone the almost magical tones which filled the air when played ,"enough to brighten up the dullest of days". people often remarked !
either working with the police to solve an unsolvable crime or just putting pen to paper the flute brought forth many an answer.
the 'now' escaped ex mayor of Vire sort to make the vegetable flute his own ,
word soon reached Rope as he sat crossed legged waiting inspiration for a new prose he was working on.
to ensure the safety of the flute it was placed deep down in a well in the back room of Boyce Hatton solicitors Totnes.
with the greatest of hast he set about crafting a dummy flute in order to flush out the puffed cheeked Frenchman.
( authors note )
I've tried in vain to reproduce the image of the flute but each time my eyes well up with floods of tears so I've had to stop .