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No legitimate equine representation here, just an early 70's Ford LTD and a traditional carriage parked out of harm's way.
Some of the remains of Beldi Hill lead mine mill, at Swinner Gill, near Muker, Swaledale, Yorkshire Dales, North Yorkshire, UK
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The River Swale looking upstream towards Beldi Hill and Swinner Gill in strong February sunshine. The abandoned Crackpot Hall and spoil heaps can be seen on the hillside in the distance. Taken from the Coast to Coast long distance footpath between Keld and Muker.
Same view in autumn:
The Royal Palace, also known as Dar el-Makhzen, is located next to the Badi Palace. It was built on the site of the Almohad kasba, by the Almohads in the 12th century and underwent changes by the Saadians in the 16th century and the Alaouites in the 17th century. Historically, it was one of the palace owned by the Moroccan king, and the palace employed some of the most genial craftsmen in the city. One visitor in the mid-1980s described the reception room which was "filled with Grand Concourse-repro Victorian settees covered in white-and-gold." The palace is not open to the public, and is now privately owned by French businessman Dominique du Beldi. The rooms are large, with unusually high ceilings for Marrakech, with zellige and cedar painted ceilings. At the entrance is an ancient pulley fastened to the ceiling.
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The road through Upper Swaledale on the approach to Keld in strong February sunshine. Spoil heaps from the Beldi Hill lead mine in the distance right of centre.
A little sneak peek from today's shoot! So many more to come soon 🌾
Model: @wenfang.yu
Clothing: @alami haute couture
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My better half has a good eye for shapes and colour. I've been known to swoop in afterwards to take advantage of her scouting expertise.
Beldi Country Club, Marrakech Morocco. March 2025
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Autumn colours, strong sunshine and shadows on the landscape in this view upstream towards Beldi Hill. Taken from the Coast to Coast long distance footpath near Swinner Gill between Keld and Muker. Spoil heaps from the disused Beldi Hill lead mine can be seen on the hillside in the distance.
On the deck of a Freighter at Birkenhead Docks - Nine new Vulcan Foundry steam locomotives for India in 1930
The photo shows some of the Class HPS steam locomotives delivered to the East Indian Railway as EIR Nrs. 1140-1179 (VF 3741-3780 / 1924)
The photo was taken in 1924 and shows the “Beldis” carrying part of an order for 40 class HPS 4-6-0 locomotives for the East Indian Railway. It seems that 17 of these machines were on board the ship when it sailed, 9 as seen in the image, 4 others on deck, and 4 in the hold. The 40 Vulcan Foundry locos were works numbers 3741 to 3780
The photo location was specifically the Cavendish Dock at Birkenhead. The crane in the picture is the 87-ton capacity Birkenhead West Floating Crane
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Swaledale has an extensive lead mining history. This is the remains of the Beldi Hill mine, near Keld.
The cuisine of Morocco is a mix of Berber, Moorish, Mediterranean, and Arab influences. A wide variety of spices are used in Moroccan cooking to create rich, flavorful sauces and zesty – but not too spicy – dishes and salads.
The spices in this photo are piled up into tall, perfectly cone-shaped amounds. I ask in the market how this effect is created, but his answer was vague
most common used spices ;
karfa (cinnamon), kamoun (cumin), kharkoum (turmeric), skinjbir (ginger), libzar (pepper) , tahmira (paprika), anis seed, sesame seed, qesbour (coriander), maadnous (parsley), zaafran beldi (saffron)
"One of the eight engines built under contract by the North British Locomotive Company Ltd. being shipped aboard the M.V. Beldis. ... for service in China on the Tientsin-Pukow Railway. ... This diesel-engined ship is specially equipped with suitable heavy derricks and gear for handling the lifts at Tsingtau, the port of disembarkation."
This photo appeared in the 14 October, 1933 issue of The Sphere.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_British_Locomotive_Companyen.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tianjin–Pukou_railway
Urban planning is a technical and political process concerned with the development and use of land, planning permission, protection and use of the environment, public welfare, and the design of the urban environment,
15.4.1926 Ocean Steamers Wharf - Port Adelaide - South Australia unloading loco SAR 502 from S.S.Beldis (Murray Billett Collection mb-b32-73)
Poster frame from "Boobs"
COMM2203 Student Work Group 01
Semester 2, 2010
Synopsis: 'Recently it has been revealed that the Australian Classification Bureau (ACB) has been refusing a classification to pornography that features small-breasted actresses on the basis that they could be portrayed as juvenile. This decision carries ramifications for the wider mainstream media, as it classes a normal and common body type as potentially obscene.'
Lauren Beldi
Sally Paton
Elizabeth Schenberg
Davina Whittle
Madi Kyle
Boobs on Vimeo
Communication & Media Studies
Faculty of Arts, Humanities and Social Sciences
University of Western Australia
On a Thursday
Thursday is the day I go for a hamam at Shapes in Defence. They don’t offer hamams as such. They only have a steam room. In the last seven years during my annual semester stint in Fes, pre-COVID, I used to go for one every week. It became one of my favourite things to do.
After the first year, I began the practice of buying all the stuff I needed to do it all year around wherever I was; Lahore, Karachi, Portland. I carried heavy jars of green beldi soap, orange-blossom scented clay, loofas and oils everywhere I went. I even got my friends in Lahore hooked on it. It was a delightful experience, especially in the winters.
Thursday was the day I picked because it was also the day of my group Quran class. I’m a clean freak. This took being clean to a whole new level and I loved arriving to it feeling fresh. This week on the way there we pass a dumpster. I see a young-ish man going through the refuse.
I ask the driver, “Do we have any ration in the car?’
“We do,” he replies.
“Okay, good!” I say. “Let’s stop and give it to him.”
The driver pulls over and carries the packet to the man. He takes it from him and places it on the ground, then walks over to me.
“Baji, I want some money for my children.”
He looks serious. I notice his eyes are dim.
“I don’t have any money,” I say apologetically. “Only the ration.”
He nods and lowers his head, then turns around to go back to the dumpster. The car edges forward. I have a sinking feeling in my heart.
“Do you have any money?” I ask the driver.
“Ji,” he replies.
“How much?”
“A thousand, bibi.”
The bakheel (miser) in me wakes. “Single note or in change?”
“I have change bibi.”
My question makes me sigh!
“Let's turn around.”
We go back to where he is but park at a distance so we can continue to the gym.
“Give it all to him. I will return it to you when we go home.”
From afar I watch the driver walk up to him. He pulls out his wallet and gives him the note. The man looks over. I hold up my hand to reciprocate the acknowledgment. He starts walking towards me.
I notice the expression on his face as he approaches. He is smiling. His eyes, they are lit. He lifts his hand towards his forehead in a gesture of a salam. I raise my hand to mine.
“Bahut shukriya baji. Allah aap ki sari muraadain poori kare,” he says still smiling. “Thank you! May Allah make all your wishes come true.”
“Aap ki mehrbani hai,” I say, lowering my head. “I am grateful to you.”
We leave.
I was grateful to him. In pleasing him I had pleased God.
Al Fath Ar Rabbani: “An incident goes that the people of Bani Israel once were faced with a suffering. They gathered and went to the Prophet of their time. ‘What can we do, O Nabi (as)?’ they asked him. “What is the deed that will please Allah and it becomes the means to deliver us from our hardship?”
The Prophet (as) prayed to Allah to unveil to him what that deed would be.
Allah Subhan a Ta’ala revealed to his Prophet (as), “Tell them! If you seek My Pleasure, become a cause to bring happiness to the needy. Thus if you bring ease to them, in their happiness I will become pleased with you. And if you displease them, I will remain displeased with you.”
The ration had likely fulfilled a need but it hadn’t made him happy. Even though it cost more than I had given him in cash. Even though it was food and contained essential items for any family. He appreciated it but it was not what he wanted. He had done me the favour and it wasn’t an ordinary one.
I was reminded of an incident in Fes once when I was in Casablanca. I had to fly in and out of the city and would stay the night to catch the early outbound to Pakistan. The hotel I picked was in a hip part of town where there were small boutiques.
I usually arrived from Fes at about 2pm and then walked around the neighborhood looking for a babouche, the pointy toe shoes that I was in love with. Fes only had traditional ones. Casa and Marrakech had local designers who made all things traditional but in an ultra cool way.
I always walked in the same lanes, went to the same shops. On the way to those there was a large supermarket. I never went inside. I saw a woman with an infant sitting on one side of the large sliding door for the exit. On the other side of the entrance was a young boy. I went over to him and told him I was going in. Did he want anything to eat?
The boy looked at me coolly. “No.” I gave him a coin from my pocket which was the equivalent of a dollar. He took it without reaction.
I approached the lady and asked her if she wanted anything. She gave me a list of items; pampers, milk, fruit, things like that. Before going inside, I went back to the kid and asked him if he was sure he didn’t want anything to eat. He was sure.
I didn’t understand what was wrong with him so I asked the man standing nearby.
“Why is he saying no?”
The man smiled. “He wants money.”
“But I gave him money,” I said. Then I just shrugged and walked inside,
As soon as I did that the sinking feel in my heart appeared and my nafs lawamma, the repentant, self-reproaching, self-blaming nafs inside me said, “What’s wrong with you? He’s a child.”
There was nothing I wanted for myself from the shop so I collected the woman’s items. Then I made a bag of food for the boy; a sandwich, a juice, water, fruit, chocolate. When I came outside, I handed the woman her stuff and walked over to the boy.
He looked up at me, then lowered his head.
I placed the bag of food next to him and sat on my haunches, I took out a large note and held it in front of him. He looked at it and I saw that flicker of hesitation in his eyes I have seen before in the eyes of homeless kids in Portland where they wonder, what do you want in return?
“Take it,” I said softly. He took the note and lowered his head again.
I kept sitting there, then said jokingly, “Are you finally happy?”
He smiled a beautiful smile. I pushed the bag of food towards him gently then said, accentuating the plea in my voice, “Now will you eat something?”
He looked at me then, opening the bag, he smiled again. I walked back to the hotel happy as a lark.
In Karachi each time the same happened, that I actually pleased someone in need, beyond giving them whatever I had arbitrarily decided on that day, mithai, biryani, kheer, ration, people broke into English. It happened only when I gave them what they wanted. The driver and I had been noticing it. It became a litmus test as well as a private joke between us.
At first we thought they assumed I was a foreigner. Often I was in sweats, wearing shades and a cap. Whatever it was, when they were happy, they spoke English, “You are good.” “Thank you sister.” And they always smiled.
On the drive home from the hamam, I listen to a set by a DJ playing on some rooftop in Canada (www.youtube.com/watch?v=dU8Qmby3_mA). I replayed the scene with the man at the dumpster in my head.
The music lifted my heart and my eyes filled with tears. The simplicity of the act, its easiness, made me intensely register that the resistance to it was always my own doing.
In the Masnavi, Maulana Rum (ra) reminds of the old adage; Don’t put off anything till tomorrow. The opportunity may not appear before you again. The same opportunity never does. That's why I'm always making U-turns.
In the same story he says something that I can’t get out of my head since I read it; “If you desire something new, let go of what was once.” I have a really hard time not feeling nostalgic.
On generosity in the same text he says, “Discard the bukhl, miserliness, of the body. Acquire generosity. The generosity of the nafs, the self, is to give up lust and desires for they drown you and you never resurface.”
The weather in Lahore these days is perfect. Like it always is in March. I haven’t been to the parks yet but you can smell the spring in the air. Ramzan approaches in a month. I listen to lectures and jot down what I love for pieces I know will be written then. All the while, I pray fervently for everyone in the world to experience happiness for a single moment every day. Just one moment. But it has to be for everyone.
“The soul has already seen the wine in the grape,” says Maulana. “And the soul of humanity comes from the same source.”
يَا أَيُّهَا النَّاسُ اتَّقُوا رَبَّكُمُ الَّذِي خَلَقَكُم مِّن نَّفْسٍ وَاحِدَةٍ
O Mankind! Be conscious of your Lord, the One Who created you from a single soul.
Surah An-Nisa, Verse 1
He continues; “Guidance from Allah is a function of intent, of striving. Be like an ant in this world. It carries much more than its weight, more than its strength, yet it is always happy.”
An ant! The creature that has a Surah named after it. An-Naml, The Ant. The one that received a revelation from God to move so that they would not be crushed by the coming forces of the Prophet Sulaiman (as).
حَتَّىٰ إِذَا أَتَوْا عَلَىٰ وَادِ النَّمْلِ قَالَتْ نَمْلَةٌ يَا أَيُّهَا النَّمْلُ ادْخُلُوا مَسَاكِنَكُمْ لَا يَحْطِمَنَّكُمْ سُلَيْمَانُ وَجُنُودُهُ وَهُمْ لَا يَشْعُرُون
When they came upon the valley of the ants, one of the ants said, “Ants! Enter your dwellings so that you will not be crushed by Solomon (as) and his soldiers without their knowing.”
Surah An-Naml, Verse 18
And the Prophet (as) smiles, laughing at her speech, hearing it from where he is miles away and says;
وَقَالَ رَبِّ أَوْزِعْنِي أَنْ أَشْكُرَ نِعْمَتَكَ الَّتِي أَنْعَمْتَ عَلَيَّ وَعَلَىٰ وَالِدَيَّ
وَأَنْ أَعْمَلَ صَالِحًا تَرْضَاهُ
وَأَدْخِلْنِي بِرَحْمَتِكَ فِي عِبَادِكَ الصَّالِحِين
"My Lord! Grant me the power that I may thank You for Your Favor which You have bestowed on me and on my parents
and that I may do righteous deeds), that will please You.
And admit me by Your Mercy among Your Righteous Servants."
Surah An-Naml, Verse 19
An ant receives a revelation from its Creator telling me thus that so can I.
So these spring days I write and listen to two new qawalis I discovered totally randomly. I hope to use one of them in my videos. The first is for Nabi Kareem (saw); Mora hal kahiy uss pretam se, Gar badey saba tu mi guzri. “O breeze, sublime, go tell my beloved my state! If you reach him, tell him what I have been through.” (www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXj1Ujxzn-g)
The other is Mainu wal nahin tor nibhawan da (www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsYdtXnN-W0); “I just don’t know the way to be loyal till the end. O my love! Only you can make me fulfill my purpose.”
Each day presents an opportunity for me to be of benefit. That is what makes me a “house of love.” The opportunity is my qismat, it appears in my destiny. Whether I partake in it or not, is my naseeb, my sharing in it. When I do, I am grateful. The feeling renders me joyous, peaceful. When I don’t, I feel dragged down. The state leaves me dejected. As if I rejected my own self. Thank God for repentance!
Then I read what Ghaus Pak (ra) says;
“They sell this world for the Afterlife. Then they sell the Afterlife for the Qurb, Closeness and Pleasure, of Allah. The ones who truly love Allah give up the world and the Afterlife for His Sake alone.
So when the selling and buying is done with, the Ocean of Generosity becomes stirred. As alms from Him, the world and the Afterlife are then returned to them and they are ordered; “Partake in both!”
Thus, despite being satiated, they take in both as they have been commanded to do so. They were always in harmony with what was destined for them and in turn, they responded to that destiny with excellent etiquette, accepting it as it came their way, saying the whole while, ‘You already know what it is we desire.’”
I don’t know what I desire but He knows. And Nabi Kareem (peace be upon him) knows. The zahir, the batin, the overt, the hidden.
So I struggle with my self every day. Then I try to feed a hungry person. I pray the act of goodness opens 70 door of taufeeq, ability, for me. I forgive myself. I ask for forgiveness. Sometimes I surrender my will to my Lord and to His Beloved (peace be upon him). Often I forget. The sun rises and it sets. The striving continues. Contentment lies as far away as the moon. But at least now I see it.
Still frame from "Boobs"
COMM2203 Student Work Group 01
Semester 2, 2010
Synopsis: 'Recently it has been revealed that the Australian Classification Bureau (ACB) has been refusing a classification to pornography that features small-breasted actresses on the basis that they could be portrayed as juvenile. This decision carries ramifications for the wider mainstream media, as it classes a normal and common body type as potentially obscene.'
Lauren Beldi
Sally Paton
Elizabeth Schenberg
Davina Whittle
Madi Kyle
Boobs on Vimeo
Communication & Media Studies
Faculty of Arts, Humanities and Social Sciences
University of Western Australia
15.4.1926 Ocean Steamers Wharf - Port Adelaide - South Australia unloading loco SAR 502 from S.S.Beldis (Murray Billett Collection mb-b32-74)
Peace holds sway over Crackpot Hall and its cleaved dales and while the ruins survive to tell the story of the men who mined wealth from the limestone and chert, who hacked and hushed for lead, baryte, fluorite and calcite, there is little now that can be seen to remind us of the great battles between commoners and Lords, of the disputes of lead corporations and landowners and the legal dramas they spawned. Crackpot Hall has just such a hidden story. This peaceful dale is an ancient battleground:
Within the immediate area of the Hall the contiguous interests of the Wharton Estates at Swinnergill and the Parkes & Company mines at Beldi Hill coexisted happily until the Parkes Company decided to deny their neighbour access to a level it had no further use for and wished to mothball; causing great disadvantage of the Swinnergill interests. Subsequent flooding meant new drainage levels were needed. When Lord Pomfret gained control of the Wharton Estate in 1764 he claimed sole rights over certain concessions,particularly in relation to sub-letting, this was disputed and the two companies and their employees embarked on a nasty tit-for-tat rivalry. Legalities dragged on for years before favour was found for Smith of Crackpot Hall, Lord Pomfret was bankrupted and went to the Tower of London.
A long history compressed can often appear inaccurate, absent needful detail, my apologies in advance. But just think what Charles Dickens might have done with a story and place like this!
This is great stuff. We went to the hamam and discovered how wonderful it is.
"Beldi or black soap results from the saponification of olive oil and potassium hydroxide. The result is a soft soap with a butter texture. Used on wet skin it prepares the body for a thorough gommage or exfoliation using a coarse glove or loofa. A weekly exfoliation is recommended to rid the body of dead skin cells and leave the skin super soft. It is also excellent for capillary circulation and lymphatic circulation. "
Private dining @ "Med@59JCT", serving Mediterranean food.
Morocco.
I missed trying this when I was in Morocco.
Jben, also called Jben Beldi, is Morocco's national cheese. Popular for breakfast and brunch as it is soft and creamy. Jben has its origins in the Rif Mountains located in Northern Morocco and is traditionally made with raw goat’s milk, raw cow milk, or a mixture of milk and buttermilk. The Moroccan Jben comes plain or flavored with aromatics like salt, thyme, pepper, or honey.
The version I tried was flavoured with thyme....and it's mellow creaminess paired really well against the sweetness of the rosemary honey, distinctive with its rich heavy brownness (which mate said reminded him of dates) and a hint of something camphoraceous. Rather than sourdough....I can imagine how good this combo would be on a toasted muffin or a bagel!