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A revisit to the old boat and waters at Inverasdale.
Many thanks as always for your welcome views and comments.
casi una obligacion, casi un camino bien marcado, casi el ultimo escalon para el cielo... siempre caminar, siempre resiliente y guerrero con nuestra tierra...
Inverary, Argyll and bute, Highland, Scotland, UK
VITAL SPARK, (ex-EILEAN EISDEAL, ex-ELSEDA, ex-VIC 72), was built by Brown's Shipyard, Hull, in 1944, and was sold out of naval service at Devonport Dockyard (where she had been a stores carrier) in 1968, and was then motorised and renamed ELSEDA, based at Troon as a cargo vessel. In 1972, she was bought by an owner based on the Isle of Mull, and worked around the islands dredging coal from sunken vessels. In 1984, she was sold to an owner of Easdale Island, near Oban, and was renamed EILEAN EASDEAL to run a inter-island cargo service around the Western Isles until 1994 (when the Scottish Office withdrew its subsidy for Scottish Shipping). In 2001, she was brought to the Inveraray Maritime Museum, where she still is, and in 2006, she was re-registered as VITAL SPARK, the name of the ficitional puffer that appeared in the Para Handy books by Neil Munro.
If you take a journey to Loch Fyne and the historic town of Inverary, take a wee trip along to the famous old harbour and see the Vital Spark, it is a rather famous old puffer that used to travel up and down the length of these waters on the west coast of Scotland.
Sometime leading means making vital decisions on your own, so to protect those around and only you can be held accountable.
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And are we out of sight?
Or will our world come tumbling down?
Will they find our hiding place?
Is this our last embrace?
Or will the walls start caving in?
It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right
It could be wrong, could be wrong, to let our hearts ignite
It could be wrong, could be wrong, are we digging a hole?
It could be wrong, could be wrong, this is out of control
It could be wrong, could be wrong, it can never last
It could be wrong, could be wrong, must erase it fast
It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it could have been right
It could be wrong could be....
Love is our resistance
They'll keep us apart and they won't stop breaking us down
Hold me
Our lips must always be sealed
If we live a life in fear
I'll wait a thousand years
Just to see you smile again
Kill your prayers for love and peace
You'll wake the thought police
We can't hide the truth inside
It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right
It could be wrong, could be wrong, to let our hearts ignite
It could be wrong, could be wrong, are we digging a hole?
It could be wrong, could be wrong, this is out of control
It could be wrong, could be wrong, it can never last
It could be wrong, could be wrong, must erase it fast
It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it could have been right
It could be wrong could be....
Love is our resistance
They'll keep us apart and they won't stop breaking us down
Hold me
Our lips must always be sealed
The night has reached its end
We can't pretend
We must run
We must run
It's time to run
Take us away from here
Protect us from further harm
Resistance
Muse ~ Resistance 2009 www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPE9uSFFxrI
Taken At Painted Sky Stables Krymov: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Krymov/206/127/31
Aquesta nit passada ha plogut. Sentir la simfonia de la pluja des del nou lloc ha estat com conèixer la simfonia, però que fos interpretada en un altre to i amb una altra intensitat. M'he sentit ben acompanyat i m'he adormit d'una manera pacífica, plàcida i amb ganes. Vaja que he descansat profundament.
Sempre m'ha agrada senti la pluja estant al llit
Poder creure que el món resta després de xàfec, com més net i més bonic, més clar i proper.
Ara em puc permetre sentir-me net i poder somniar que encara puc sentir-me millor i que els somnis són com més clars, agradables i plaents
El sol és important , però la pluja, sinó fa disbarats és vital, no només per la vida sinó pel planeta i per les plantes i flors.
Vital principle is ascribed to a hypothetical force to which the functions and qualities peculiar to living matter are needed. Just like we need air to breathe, food to eat and shelter we also need water. In this case the water we need is the Great Salt Lake. Without we will no longer have a hospitibital environment to live in.
Here's a wee Ai tale to warm up a grey Scottish day:
"Vital Spark and the Rainy-Day Rescue"
It was a dreich old morning in Inveraray. The sky hung low like a damp woolly jumper, and rain pattered down the harbour stones in gentle rhythm. But out in the bay, bobbing proudly among the mist, sat the little Clyde puffer Vital Spark, her smokestack puffing cheerfully despite the gloom.
Aboard her was Captain Para Handy, tugging his cap down low. “Och, it’s the sort o’ day that would make even a seagull stay in bed,” he muttered, staring out at the grey Loch Fyne.
Just then, a wee puffin fluttered by in a fluster. “Help!” it cried. “The Argyll picnic has washed out! The children are sad and soggy, and they’ve nowhere warm to go!”
Para Handy’s eyes lit up. “Vital Spark’s no just for hauling coal and tatties—we’ll throw a party onboard!”
And so, the puffer chugged to shore, sounding her hooter with a proud toot-toot!. Children in dripping wellies came clambering aboard, their laughter quickly outshining the raindrops.
Dougie the engineer rustled up hot mugs of cocoa. The deck was strung with bunting fashioned from old tea towels. Even the rain seemed to soften, as if it wanted to listen in.
They sang shanties, danced little jigs, and Para Handy told tales of sea monsters and starfish with Scottish accents. The Vital Spark, once just a working boat, sparkled like her name.
By the time the clouds cleared and the hills turned gold under the evening sun, the children declared it the best picnic they’d ever had.
And from that day on, everyone in Inveraray agreed: on a dreich day, the Vital Spark could still brighten the world.
Taraxacum is a large genus of flowering plants in the family Asteraceae, which consists of species commonly known as dandelions. The genus is native to Eurasia and North America, but the two commonplace species worldwide. Like other members of the family Asteraceae, they have very small flowers collected together into a composite flower head. Each single flower in a head is called a floret. In part due to their abundance along with being a generalist species, dandelions are one of the most vital early spring nectar sources for a wide host of pollinators. Many Taraxacum species produce seeds asexually by apomixis, where the seeds are produced without pollination, resulting in offspring that are genetically identical to the parent plant. R_18201
The Vital Spark is the best known name associated with Clyde puffer boats,[1] having been used in the fictional works created by Scottish writer Neil Munro. Several Clyde puffers were used in televised versions of Munro's stories and subsequently for purposes such as events and tourism. As the numbers of surviving puffers diminished the boats Auld Reekie and Eilean Eisdeal were both portrayed as Vital Spark.