BN C424 4244 leads 3 WP GE's at Oroville CA in spring 1971. I got this slide quite a few years ago either through trade or purchase. There is very limited information on it. The photographers first name appears to be Tom the last name has faded to the point it's unreadable. If anyone recognizes it or somones work let me know so we can give proper credit to them for a fine BN shot.

Taken with a pinhole in a piece of black electrical tape placed over a 1/16 inch hole in the center of a lens cap. Unfortunately the elasticity of the tape prevented repeat photos as the hole closed up.

Camera: Nikon D7000

Exposure 1/13 second.

ISO 100

Handheld

Original image was dark, almost unreadable. Lightened in post processing.

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and literature is not read. :-)

Oscar Wilde

HPPT!!

Echinacea, coneflower, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina

Registration cancelled 2015-10-07.

So it'd been sitting here unregistered for about 3 months at this point. But it hadn't moved for a while before that!

It was on a 1994-issue plate, most likely due to the original plate fading out. 1986 would've been around the back end of the C-Series, which were the most prone to suffer from unreadable plates.

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I have used the text of the letter from Jane Austen's Persuasion for the pic but regrettably it is unreadable.

the city is a smear of color and speed. signs become unreadable words, wheels become circles of pure motion. everything flows. in the middle of this current, a man walks. he is an island of relative clarity. he wears orange, the color of a warning, of a construction site. he moves with purpose against the blur. for a second, he is in focus. then he too will dissolve back into the stream.

Unfortunately, the number of this single deck car is unreadable, it is working the number 1 route between Blackpool and Fleetwood.

The picture looks to have been taken near to Fleetwood, the buildings in the background are industrial scale fish curers, a huge pile of fish boxes are piled in Claybourne's yard, the map suggests that Rossall Rd/Broadway area near Fleetwood is likely.

Peter Shoesmith Circa 1956

Copyright Geoff Dowling & John Whitehouse: All rights reserved

...with polaroid.

I took one of my polaroid sx-70s out to the field this morning. it was loaded with some old duotone magenta film. dunno how long it had been in this camera or how old the film was.

even with the dial set to dark, the film came out an unreadable pale pink.

so...I converted it to b&w and played a bit. I actually like the results. they look like grungy old photos.

on the left, leon and three of the dogs, one is louie louie.

in the middle, nellie playing with a fetch toy. as usual.

on the right, bulbs and brambles.

no need to comment.

The center gravestone—around which the tree has grown—belongs to Rachel Randle who was 10 years old when she died in the 1820s (the last numeral is unreadable).

I believe the stone on the left is her mother's, from what I can see of the words that remain. She died in 1822.

The stone on the right is showing its back side. Although it would've been easy enough to turn it around and look at the inscription, I felt I shouldn't disturb what I had found.

Note: You can see a closer view of the gravestone in the tree in my next post.

Thanks everyone, but it's not my photo, it's from the Net somewhere. This picture was emailed to me by a friend. It was just unique enough to include in my "Cars up in The Air" theme. I tried to enlarge it to read the plate but the resolution wasn't there. They were unreadable by me.

My guess it was a tornado or hurricane that put it there, or someone with a crane, creativity and time on their hands.

Full Spectrum Conversion, Hoya R25a filter (Infrared)

Memphis has a plethora of ghost signs, but many of them are unreadable or have been painted over. I found this one by great Coca-Cola ad quite by accident. (always check alleys)

On my way to Michigan to pick up my son from college.at the weekend, I stopped for a couple of hours in Greenville, Pennsylvania. It's the home of the Bessemer & Lake Erie railroad.

No trains ran while I was there, but I found the place plenty photogenic without them - especially before the fog burnt off.

This is an old body shop with no clientele. An elderly gentleman came and went from it and I presume the now unreadable first row of lettering once had his name on it. If it hadn't been for coronavirus I would have loved to chat with him and learn his connection with the place and its history. God bless him, whoever he is.

The conference room at the apex of Rothana Heavy Engineering’s headquarters was a chamber of stark contrast—opulent, timeless, and ominous all at once. Two massive windows flanked the far end of the room, revealing the breathtaking expanse of Rothana’s arctic tundra. Icy winds whispered against the thick transparisteel, but inside, warmth clung to the chamber like the scent of old stone and wealth.

In the corner, between the windows, stood an ancient tree in a black, gold-accented pot. Its twisted trunk rose defiantly before bowing under its own age, branches arching over the room like crooked arms. Sparse crimson leaves clung to it stubbornly, catching the filtered light and casting red shadows across the floor. Around the room, tall cylindrical glass cases and pedestals displayed curated echoes of the past—eroded Sith armor, ceremonial weapons, and long-forgotten artifacts from the darker corners of galactic history.

At the center stood a large round table, its surface smooth except for the embedded holoprojector at its core. A projection of the Agressor-Class Destroyer, ARCSS Exavis hovered above it—an angular, predatory silhouette—casting shifting blue light onto the faces standing around it.

To the left stood Moff Cerato, his aging face stone-set, one hand gripping his black cane. The ex-Imperial admiral, now a voice in the murky politics of the Remnant, remained a symbol of discipline and ruthless pragmatism.

Beside him stood Elli Vakeer, the elderly Umbaran matriarch of Rothana Heavy Engineering. Her pale, unreadable features betrayed nothing, her silver-flecked eyes scanning the projection as if glimpsing something the others could not.

Next, Prex Yusai of ARGO Industries stood with his palms resting lightly on the table’s edge, his tailored coat perfectly aligned, posture calm but commanding. The image of a corporate visionary cloaked in iron strategy.

To his right stood Dr. Verek Darn, once an Imperial science officer, now Chief Scientist of RHE. His hands rested in front of him, fingers laced, his thoughts buried beneath a polished façade. The Exavis was partly his brainchild, and his silence was the sound of calculation.

Next to him stood Kalen Thurn, Sr. Intelligence Officer of ArgoSec and Yusai’s personal advisor. An implant pulsed faintly at the back of his head, its soft red light a quiet testament to the processing core woven into his brain and spine. Thurn’s cybernetics allowed him to monitor data feeds and predictive models in real-time—calculating, measuring, forecasting every twitch and turn of the meeting. He said little, but his eyes, constantly adjusting and analyzing, missed nothing.

“The Exavis is ready,” said Yusai, voice low and certain. “Fully retrofitted. Operational. Awaiting deployment.”

Dr. Darn gave a small nod. “It retains its core weapons matrix under civilian registry. The mining designation is... a formality.”

Kalen Thurn spoke with precision. “Stealth protocols have passed final calibration. The Exavis will not merely defend our lanes—it will anchor the next phase of our security doctrine.”

The holoprojector shifted to display the crest of ARGO Industries rotating beside the sigil of Rothana Heavy Engineering, the two icons slowly blending into a single emblem.

“The merger,” Yusai said, eyes still on the hologram, “begins now. Let the Exavis be our first move.”

Elli Vakeer tilted her head ever so slightly. “Then let it be done.”

Moff Cerato allowed a rare smile. “The galaxy is watching. Let it remember who still knows how to build.”

Overhead, the ancient tree creaked as a red leaf drifted down, landing soundlessly on the cold floor beneath their feet.

///

I had fun with this build. For a long time I wanted to do something similar to my golden casino - something elegant inspired by Dryden Vos' Yacht First Light, and the bridge of the Eye of Sion. Thanks for watching/reading ';)

I gained an appreciation for QR codes while on a Wildfire Emergency Management Team based out of Washington State.

One of the ways we would get important information to the residents who were affected by the fire(s) would be to hand out flyers. The residents would use QR codes printed on the flyers to get more detailed and up-to-date information using their smart phones and a QR reader app.

I often wondered if I could make a QR code that displayed an image without rendering the code unreadable and after a bit of trial and error I came up with this. The funny thing of course is it directs you right back to my photostream. ;-)

Anyway it’s a pretty cool technology and as it turns out it’s pretty adaptable as well.

Give it a try. :-)

1983 Austin Metro 3-door.

Supplied by whoever the Austin Rover dealer was in Holt (name of garage unreadable on this photo!).

Last MoT test expired in December 2018 and last SORN declaration expired in January 2023 (now MoT exempt).

It failed a test in October 2020 -

Nearside front integral body structure corroded to the extent that the rigidity of the assembly is significantly reduced floor by jacking point (6.1.1 (c) (i)) - Major

Nearside front subframe mounting prescribed area excessively corroded significantly reducing structural strength front cross member (5.3.6 (a) (i)) - Major

Offside front integral body structure corroded to the extent that the rigidity of the assembly is significantly reduced floor by jacking point (6.1.1 (c) (i)) - Major

Offside front subframe mounting prescribed area excessively corroded significantly reducing structural strength (5.3.6 (a) (i)) - Major

Offside rear integral body structure corroded to the extent that the rigidity of the assembly is significantly reduced outer sill (6.1.1 (c) (i)) - Major

Rear fog lamp not working (4.5.1 (a) (ii)) - Major

Rear sub-frame corroded and seriously weakened axle beam welded repairs (5.3.3 (b) (i)) - Major

Windscreen washer provides insufficient washer liquid (3.5 (a)) - Major

Anglia Car Auctions, King's Lynn -

"Chassis number: SAXXBANB1BD832552. This 998cc Austin Metro MkI has been off-road for a few years, with its last MoT expiring in December 2018, and a subsequent test in October 2020 producing a fail. The current mileage indicated by the odometer is 64,965 miles and the vehicle was registered in May 1983. The vehicle becomes tax and MoT exempt from April 1, 2024 although work will be required to return the Metro to a roadworthy state; however, it does start and drive well, according to the vendor, who believes the mileage to be correct as he has owned the car for nine years. A new battery has been fitted, while new tyres were fitted four years ago. Three keepers overall are recorded on the V5C.

"Documentation with the Metro includes the V5C, a photo of the car at Sandringham during Drive It Day 2016, various old tax discs and a brochure. There's also a Heritage Certificate, while the MoT certificates date from 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 and 2017."

No reserve. Sold for £660 including premium.

The beam of 14 Weymouth Terrace, London E2, gives very little away as the company name is unreadable, maybe even scratched out, leaving only Ltd visible & also the number.

Since this shot was taken the property has been renovated & is now in residential use & with an extra floor added.

The photo showcases a power plant complex set against a cloudy sky. The foreground is dominated by a grassy hill, providing a natural vantage point. Two prominent, tall smokestacks release plumes of white smoke, indicating active operation. The power plant itself is a large, industrial structure with various components visible, including cooling towers and other machinery. In the background, a landscape of rolling hills and scattered buildings extends into the distance. Power lines crisscross the sky, adding to the industrial feel of the scene.

DFP was a minor French car brand, which was active between 1906 to 1926. DFP stands for the three founders Doriot, Flandrin and Parant. Their factory was based in Courbevoie, near Paris.

The 2-litre engine was developed by DFP. It was even used by Bentley.

I have to admit I had never heard of the brandname DFP.

The body of this DFP was designed and manufactured by Taurinya. Ghislain Mahy bought this rare car in the South of France.

1996 cc L4 petrol engine.

Performance: 12-15 bhp.

Production DFP 12/15 series: 1912-1924.

Original first reg. number: 1913.

With old French painted reg. plate (unreadable).

This temporary exhibition was set up to honour the old Ghislain Mahy, by bringing back some iconic items from his collection to the place where it all began: the Ghent Wintercircus.

Unfortunately there were only 10 vehicles on display.

Ghislain Mahy (1907-1999) was a Fiat car dealer and classic car enthusiast who rented this old Wintercircus building for over forty years. Starting in the early 1950s he built up a collection of old and classical cars from more than 950 items. He bought them mainly in France. And many of them were just saved from the hands of car scrapers.

In 1995 Mahy had to leave this special place. His collection was partly sold, the rest was divided over two museums. Restored top cars went to classic car museum Autoworld, Brussels (about 230 items). But the majority, most unrestored cars, found a new home in a new founded car museum in the south of Belgium called Mahymobiles, Leuze-en-Hainaut.

More photos will follow...

More info about Wintercircus: nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wintercircus_(Gent), second option!

For Autoworld see: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autoworld_(museum)

For Mahymobiles see: nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahymobiles

Number seen: 1.

Gent (B), Lammerstraat, Sept. 5, 2025.

© 2025 Sander Toonen Halfweg | All Rights Reserved.

An unidentified diesel (number faded and unreadable!) is seen at Marrakech, stabled with a ballast train, 11 Oct 2018

Oddly unusual to see these now.

Last few MOTs have mentioned 'unreadable' for the mileages, and before then it was showing an impressive 188k.

Postcard. Postally used. Stamp intact. Cancellation date unreadable.

Published by G. Artaud, éditeur, Avenue de la Close, Nantes.

Bought from an eBay seller in Chantecorps, France.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint-Michel-Chef-Chef

Visiting Los Angeles recently, I had to deal with several parking meters when out and about. They all took credit cards, but the problem is that every one of them had an info screen that was damaged or unreadable. So, I hopefully put $2.00 worth of time on this meter, but it may have been $200.00. I could not read what I was doing. If it’s $200, I will be in divorce court soon. On the other hand, every day of the visit gave us nothing but clear blue skies. #classicchrome

Now a residential home and the keeper of some unreadable ghost signs. Who knows what secrets they tell.

It’s not possible to identify what’s been written on the walls with the exception of the word FOOD which makes sense given it was once a corner grocery shop then a milk bar.

I worked in a cemetery so I have a bit of an affinity for them. I find them a very peaceful place. However, I find the older sections, as seen in this photo, particularly sad. Graves are typically overgrown and the stones become unreadable. I wonder if all the people who remembered these folks are gone too.

St Peter and St Paul

Church of England

The church stands on a site used since at least the 11th century.

Two rounded Saxon windows are all that remain of that early church. One is set in its original position above the south porch, and the second is in the west wall of the north aisle.

The chancel was rebuilt in the 13th century, and in the 14th century north and south aisles were added to the nave.

Memorial Bench

Inscription unreadable.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Fesgao remarked, his dark eyes unreadable.

Aly rolled her eyes. Why did everyone say that to her? “People always forget the rest of the saying,” she complained. “‘And satisfaction brought it back.”

- Tamora Pierce

Registration cancelled 2015-10-07.

So it'd been sitting here unregistered for about 3 months at this point. But it hadn't moved for a while before that!

It was on a 1994-issue plate, most likely due to the original plate fading out. 1986 would've been around the back end of the C-Series, which were the most prone to suffer from unreadable plates.

L’aéroport international de Los Angeles, le 3e plus grand du monde en termes de trafic de passagers... et pourtant il n'occupe même pas la première place aux Etats-Unis ! L.A. ! 😎 On y a passé quelques semaines à l’entraînement sur le Dragon de SpaceX, mais pandémie oblige, on n'a pas vraiment pu visiter la ville... à part les aéroports, et les simulateurs donc. On a par contre tous en tête les images des films d’Hollywood, et je me rappelle aussi un peu des Jeux de 1984 et des exploits de Carl Lewis

LAX airport. Los Angeles is so vast is never seems to stop when approaching by aircraft from the East. We approach from the West with the Space Station, so we’re always greeted by the coast. A flight with a zoom on some of the highlights (there are so many): LAX airport, downtown LA, Universal Studios, Griffith Observatory and the Hollywood sign (it is flat and unreadable from 400 km above, but it is there somewhere!) Of course Los Angeles was one of the #OlympicCities in 1932 and in 1984 and set for a triple in 2028!

Credits: ESA/NASA–T. Pesquet

532B3298

More of the exterior and graveyard of this small church, which dates from the 12th century, much changed in the 14th and 15th centuries and finally changed radically in the 19th. There are a number of gravestones, mostly unreadable, sadly. In the very good little booklet produced by the church, it quotes the legend on one of them:

'In memory of Mrs Elizabeth Conibeer aged Eighty Eight years and her two daughters Ann forty five and Sarah forty three, who was all inhumanly murdered in the Day of the fifth of June 1773 in their House at Woodford in this Parish.

Inhuman wretch who e'er thou art that didst commit this hainous crime, repent before thou doth depart to meet thine Awfull judge Divine.'

This photograph captures a vibrant scene in Taksim Square, Istanbul, Turkey. The foreground is dominated by a large monument with a bronze statue, surrounded by a diverse group of people. Behind the monument, the cityscape unfolds, showcasing a mix of modern and historical buildings. A prominent church with a distinctive dome stands out in the background, the Hagia Triada Greek Orthodox Church. The sky is clear and blue, suggesting pleasant weather conditions. The overall impression is one of a lively and dynamic urban environment.

My 360° Istanbul Video on youtube

This link will bring you to my immersive 360° YouTube video.

Many of you know that I spent the better part of two years visiting Ruth Bancroft Garden in Walnut Creek, California. And I visited six days a week. On the seventh day, it was closed.

I wasn't really interested in succulents and cacti, perhaps because the emphasis for gardeners and botanists has been on the leaves, while I was always drawn to the flowers. Going back to one of my first trips to southern Utah, I saw and photographed my first Prickly Pear Cactus. That was in 1968, so the hiatus I went on was for 53 years!

It was a beautiful cactus bloom (flic.kr/p/2kVqats) that drew me into the garden and started my quest(s) for cactus, succulent, and all other flowers that can exist in an arid climate with some extremes. Although Ruth Bancorft originally had little metal plates at the base of every plant, the Garden hasn't "labeled" the plants in 20+years, and the metal plates corroded are are mostly unreadable.

Most serious gardeners and botanists concentrate on the leaves for identification. The flowers seem incidental. With me, it's the other way around unless there's a small plant with intricate leaves like Echeveria that you'll find in many homes and gardens where none of them is native. (It wasn't until I found that a single leaf of a succulent could yield some tiny flowers, that whole plants drew me in. I now have nine plants outside our house that, other than watering, take little care. Two grew so large that stems broke (think jade).

Anyway, it didn't take long for me to know thatI wasn't going to find, let alone photograph 400 Aloe species let alone the 150 species of the most interesting of all succulents, the Echeveria (flic.kr/p/2mz2Dtk), let alone the Euphorbia with over 6000 species including the Baseball and Split Rock succulents (flic.kr/p/2mex7EE).

One of the most frustrating things about all of these plants is that it can take years before they flower, that when they do flower (See the Baseball), the flowers may be tiny, say 1/16 of an inch. When I first came into the Garden, many of the plants were done flowering, and I might have to wait a whole year before I would see the flower. For the Baseball Euphorbia, I visited it every month for 18 months beforeI finally got a photograph of the smallest flower and then the bloom lasted three days. Another, Euphorbia antisyphilitica, has tiny tiny - that's tiny squared - blossoms on a stalk that could only be photographed from ground level where cactus needles are more than problematic. Then, there's the Carrion Plant that blooms once a year, according to no schedule, blossoms for one or two days, and then dies. (Stepelia hirsuta) I;ve never been so focused in my life. For someone with ADHD to follow three small plants to see them flower after 18 months and then have them die overnight is a mystery. ("Ethan is often daydreaming, looking out the windows, and not paying attention to the lessons." Fifth grade, Mrs. Ellison. She must have made an impression. I remember when she got married in mid-term. I think I may have had a crush. Hey, there was only a 20 year difference.)

I have quite a few appointments tomorrow, so you're getting two photos for Thursday and none on Friday, or if you're in Australia and this is already Friday (2:48 AM) I have no idea what you'll see.

Untidy teeth ,unreadable face , Bloody mouth

These elements are always my biggest fear

So I Present Nofaceman for you!

With a church dating back to 1000 AD it’s only natural that most of the tomb stones are now unreadable.

Hans Op de Beeck

'Danse Macabre' is a life-size, monochrome grey sculpture of a carousel. The 'classic' carousel as we still know it today in many variations, is usually a baroque, brightly coloured, sparkling kitsch object that refers nostalgically to the times of yesteryear, when the attraction had little competition with all the current fairground commotion.

In 1999, at the very beginning of Hans Op de Beeck's career, he realised the video work 'Blender', in which a pompous colourful carousel begins to spin slowly and then magically dissolves into an unreadable candy floss whirling movement, and then returns to stillness. The carousel has since then become a sporadically recurring subject in his work.

Op de Beeck considers the merry-go-round as a typically human, somewhat tragicomic staging of entertainment. It is also a rather absurd object: we lift our children and place them on wooden horses and then let them spin aimlessly in circles.

Such amusement objects or constructions that are not or no longer in use take on a melancholic quality. Silenced or bygone cheerfulness gives those objects, which are primarily made to be in motion and crowded with people, a sombreness, like the emptiness after a party.

The grey monochrome of 'Danse Macabre' gives the carousel a completely petrified, inert appearance, as if it were a fossil, frozen in time. By removing all the colour, the carousel is stripped of the last layer of vibrancy, moving it further away from the actual object. This work is a sculptural interpretation, not an imitation. The matt, grey colour subdues the image, like an ash-covered remnant object after a major fire.

The title 'Danse Macabre' alludes to the halted procession of carriages, horses and objects that refer to death, which Op de Beeck designed as a kind of oversized still life. The still life as a historical genre has the tradition of being a 'memento mori'; a reminder of the ephemerality and relativity of our lives.

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To be streetwise is to master the look--hat pulled just right, eyes half lidded, a cigarette smoldering at the corner of your lips to make them unreadable. Most of all keep your back to the wall in diners, bars, and shady offices. You should be fine.

Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.

Once the Night of the Raven was stripped of its secrecy and commodified for spectacle, the town itself began to unravel, as if the veil Henrietta Brood saw had torn wider. It began subtly: first signs without lettering — empty shopfront names glowing faintly but unreadable. Then entire buildings seemed to thin, their walls vanishing while their windows remained lit, suspended in the air like lonely lanterns. Locals called it the "Simplification." Some thought it was punishment for the exposure of the raven’s truth. Others whispered that Somewhereville was finally reverting to its essential form — an echo, a memory, a sketch of itself.

Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.

Last year, I captured an unreadable sunflower field on a local farm in Oregon! The best time to arrive is always at sunset! Haha!

Un parc d’attraction XXL et, au beau milieu de la ville, les monts Santa Monica... et donc le panneau Hollywood, pas déchiffrable à la verticale, mais bien présent sur la photo ! L.A. ! 😎 On y a passé quelques semaines à l’entraînement sur le Dragon de SpaceX, mais pandémie oblige, on n'a pas vraiment pu visiter la ville... à part les aéroports, et les simulateurs donc. On a par contre tous en tête les images des films d’Hollywood, et je me rappelle aussi un peu des Jeux de 1984 et des exploits de Carl Lewis

Universal Studios and Lake Hollywood reservoir. From there you can make out the famous Hollywood sign! Obviously from above you cannot read it, but it is there. :) Los Angeles is so vast is never seems to stop when approaching by aircraft from the East. We approach from the West with the Space Station, so we’re always greeted by the coast. A flight with a zoom on some of the highlights (there are so many): LAX airport, downtown LA, Universal Studios, Griffith Observatory and the Hollywood sign (it is flat and unreadable from 400 km above, but it is there somewhere!) Of course Los Angeles was one of the #OlympicCities in 1932 and in 1984 and set for a triple in 2028!

Credits: ESA/NASA–T. Pesquet

532B3347

Car: Fisher Fury Le Mans.

Year of manufacture: 2010.

Date of first registration in the UK: 1st July 2010.

Place of registration: Swindon.

Date of last MOT: 7th September 2020.

Mileage at last MOT: Unreadable.

Last V5 issued: 19th March 2019.

Date taken: 10th April 2016.

Location: Queen Square, Bristol, UK.

Album: Avenue Drivers Club April 2016

Car: Fisher Fury Le Mans.

Date of first registration: 1st July 2010.

Region of registration: Swindon

Latest recorded mileage: Unreadable (MOT 7th September 2020).

Date of last V5 issued: 19th March 2019.

Date taken: 13th March 2016.

Location: Queen Square, Bristol, UK.

Album: Avenue Drivers Club March 2016

The Dark Isle Saga

Chapter 1: Grim Hollow

Part 5

Hangman's Watch: Located half a days journey west of Grim Hollow Village. The tower was once a lookout post that kept watch on the western borders of Grim Hollow. It gets its name from the many hangings that occured at this site. Enemy soldiers captured trying to attack the borders were often hung from the old trees that overhang the tower. Many evil souls have been sent to the afterlife beneath the looming tower and the locals steer well clear of it.

They could see the tower from quite a distance, its dark silhouette splitting the skyline in two. It had been a long hurried walk with the constant fear that there may be more dark warriors following close behind. Ella had kept a fierce pace that the other two had struggled to keep up with and they were both tired. The trio finally came upon Hangman's watch and Ella led them down the small path towards the old tower.

Ella drew her swords and scouted the area. "We are safe for now." she said calmly, then gazed up at the old tower. "Such a violent history this place has." she spoke softly then turned to Taryn and Sarlina. "You may rest for a short while then we must get moving again. The enemy won't be far behind so we must get to the safety of my brother."

Sarlina put her hand on the scroll reassuringly. "Well they won't be getting this." she said defiantly.

Ella laughed in amusement. "Do you really think you can stop them? You would already be dead if I hadn't saved you. I don't think you realise how much trouble that thing is worth!" She shook her head. "Silly girl."

Taryn sided with Ella. "She's right Sarlina, we were nearly killed back there, for that old scroll. I don't see any good coming from it, we should just get rid of it." he proclaimed.

"Exactly!" Ella said. "It should be destroyed."

A look of anger crossed Sarlina's face. She had finally found Haldur's Scroll and revealed its secrets and she believed she could now achieve her dream of a restored Avalonia. Now all that was threatened because of this new upstart warrior.

She looked Ella straight in the face "No!" she snarled. " I will not let you do this. Don't you see, the scroll contains the knowledge of the ancient ones. We can harness their power to restore Avalonia to glory and destroy our enemys."

Ella sighed and shook her head. "I know the legends and I also know that our ancestors left that Scroll as a last resort, only if all else failed. The ancients never really wanted us to use those powers, it is to ourselves that we must look. That is what they would have wanted."

Sarlina laughed " There is no one, we have no hope, it is to magic that we must look." Sarlina gripped the scroll in her hand. " I have the power to restore this land to greatness and its in my hand, why should I risk that for your belief in men?"

Ella drew her sword and pointed towards the distance. "Out there, my brother awaits and with him, a fine group of warriors stand ready and waiting for my cousin to return with his warband. The finest warriors ever assembled in Avalonia are ready to fight for this land and bring peace and prosperity back to its people."

Sarlina smirked "Really now" she scoffed, "It sounds more like a hopeless last stand." she laughed and held the scroll up. "This will restore our land, not your so called war band."

Ella stared at Sarlina for an instant, her face unreadable, then she lowered her head and smiled. "We'll see" she spoke softly.

The three stood there quietly.

Taryn had been watching the confrontation closely and found himself caught between the two. He loved Sarlina, she was his friend since childhood and they had been insepparable. But during these last days he had begun to sense a change in Sarlina and for the first time he felt a distance forming between them. Then there was Ella who he had known for all but a day, yet in that small time he had grown to like very much. She shared the same dreams as him and she had given him hope. For the first time in his life, Taryn felt that maybe things were not all lost, that there were a group of people who were going to change things and fight for what was right. He wanted to be a part of that vision.

He turned to Ella, breaking the silence. "Who is this cousin you talk of?" he asked.

"Artorious" she smiled.

That was the first time Taryn was to hear that name and he looked puzzled. "Can he fight, can he lead?"

Ella nodded. " All that and more she smiled. I would follow him into any hellish dimension and know that I would always return safly with him by my side."

"Is that where we're headed" asked Taryn grimly. "To Hell?"

Ella turned and faced him, drew both her swords then smiled. "Not while I still have these in my hands."

And with that she turned, lifted her cloak's hood over her head and began walking back up the little path. "Time to make a move." she spoke.

Taryn turned to Sarlina. "Lets get going then, the quicker we get to the safety of her brother and his warriors the better."

Sarlina was still angry "This is all a waste of time Taryn, she has it all wrong."

"We don't have a choice" Taryn replyed. "Who knows what is out there following us. At least we can get somewhere safe if we follow Ella."

Sarlina scoffed at that. "Safe? For how long?" She glanced up to where Ella was waiting. "We'll follow her to meet with her brother, learn what we can from them, then slip away. I won't let them destroy this scroll and I trust that you will make the right judgement and follow me out of there." Sarlina placed the scroll back in her pouch and looked at Taryn. " If you care for me as much as I do for you then I know you will make the right decision." she gave him a kiss on the cheek. " Lets get going then."

Whats worse than one beautiful woman? The answer, two beautiful women! Taryn was stuck, drawn to both of them and left knowing that one day he would have to choose. Never an easy task for a young man.

And so the trio left Hangman's Watch and set out towards Darkmire Mill and the knowledge that they would be met by the saftey of Ella's brother and his band of Warriors.

"So we head for Darkmire Mill?" asked Taryn as they set of down the path.

"Yes" replied Ella. "To the safety of my dear brother...Lord Owain."

To be continued...

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A very worn out looking E34. No surprise to see it has been scrapped, and the last time the MOT gave a reliable reading was 2015 with 173k recorded, it then went down to 81k after showing unreadable in 2016, meaning the odometer failed, a common issue with these cars.

TD models did not have intercoolers.

Car: Fisher Fury Le Mans.

Year of manufacture: 2010.

Date of first registration in the UK: 1st July 2010.

Place of registration: Swindon.

Date of last MOT: 7th September 2020.

Mileage at last MOT: Unreadable.

Last V5 issued: 19th March 2019.

Date taken: 10th April 2016.

Location: Queen Square, Bristol, UK.

Album: Avenue Drivers Club April 2016

inscrutable

ɪnˈskruːtəb(ə)l/Submit

adjective

impossible to understand or interpret.

"Roger Guy looked blankly inscrutable"

synonyms:enigmatic, unreadable, impenetrable, mysterious, impossible to interpret

My jade Terracotta Soldier standing guard.

The Terracotta Army is a collection of terracotta sculptures depicting the armies of Qin Shi Huang, the first Emperor of China.