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Rugged rainforest-clad mountains and gorges, tumbling waterfalls, varied wildlife, easy access and a fascinating history make Barron Gorge National Park one of Queensland’s most popular parks. The park extends from the coastal lowlands (Lake Placid) to the elevated regions of the Atherton Tableland (near Kuranda), and lies within the Wet Tropics World Heritage Area.
The Barron River dominates the park. Rising from the rainforests of Mount Hypipamee, the river winds 60 kilometres across the Atherton Tableland and enters the deeply-incised Barron Gorge, and falls 250 metres onto the coastal lowlands before flowing into the Coral Sea. During the wet season, floodwaters often create a spectacular sight at Barron Falls, best viewed from the Din Din Barron Falls lookout near Kuranda.
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A leisurely clad couple posing with a Chevrolet on a sunny summer's day. The following words are handwritten on reverse: "Dan Novakoff & Marie Novakova, Pawling, Aug. 25 1938". The car is registered in the state of Ney York.
Country of origin: USA
With the springtime sunshine beating down L&Y 'Ironclad' 52044 tops Keighley bank with a photo charter runpast
From “My encounters with the Barbarians blade”, by Lady Elina Greypepper
“I’m just saying…I’m cold, that’s all. I did grow up in a desert climate, you know!”
Actually, that was a lie, I wasn’t actually cold, I was frozen. Frozen to my very core. Not only were my teeth chattering like two elderly fish wives down on the docks, I really believed that I could hear my bones chattering as well. And yet I was dressed in my wool cloak, the boots Skarr had procured for me at Reikvel market and a white woollen muff. My Barbarian companion, by contrast, was clad only in her normal skimpy leather fighing garment and hunting sandals. Honestly, she trudged on through the snow in those sandals as though she was marching through the desert. Not a sign of discomfort or cold. I wondered how long we would keep up this breakneck pace, and after another ten minutes, I decided to ask.
“If we stop, you will die”, she said, not even turning round, “I have no desire to carry your corpse all the way to Icegrad. If we continue, we will make it by nightfall, and find a room at the inn there.”
“And a nice warm bed…” I murmured happily, imagining the bed and Justine’s arms around me. She must have thought the same thing, because I saw her smile slightly play upon her lips. We continued on through the deep snow and howling winds.
“So how come”, I began, “You can march along wearing practically nothing and feel fine and cheerful, whereas I am positively chilled to the bone?”
“You talk a great deal” she replied. The cold air comes in through your mouth and makes you cold”.
“There’s no need to try and be clever”, I retorted, “It really doesn’t suit you.”
She snorted in derision,
“Perhaps it is because I grew up in the mountains of the north. We are more used to cold that you Rahassa”, she said.
“Hmmm”, I reflected, “I’m beginning to wish I’d grown up on the cold slopes of Klevivel as well.”
“You would not have enjoyed it, Dushka”, Skarr replied laughing, “you are a witch. You would either have been burned to death or sent to the block.”
“Well at least that death would have been quick”, I murmured, “Instead of freezing to death out here in slow torturous agony”.
Just then Skarr stopped mid stride. Even her icy breath stopped, as she held it in with silence. In fact, so sudden was her stop that I bungled straight into the back of her. Irritated, she hissed at me to be quiet. I don’t know what it was, maybe the cold air affecting my mind, or the fact that I had nearly knocked the barbarian off her feet, but I started to laugh. She hissed at me again, and this just made me chortle even more. I tried to stifle my laughter, and managed to get it part under control, so that I was merely snorting and grunting occasionally.
“If you are not quiet”, she hissed angrily, “I will kill you before the beast does!”
“Beast”, I asked, tears of laughter in my voice.
As if on cue, the snowy plateau we were walking on seemed to move then, before rising up nearly twice the height of the Barbarian and myself with a deafening roar. Then, the snow shook itself off, causing a mini avalanche on the now erect creature, revealing a mass of matted stinking white fur covering a hideous bloated body. Snow troll! Skarr, predictably, ran straight towards it, shouting a battle cry, drawing Doomsayer as she did,
“Fire spell”, she yelled.
With all laughter gone from my heart with this monstrous apparition in front of me, I prepared my fire spell and cast it at the beast. I missed completely and prepared another. It was weak, but it might do. Skarr, by now, had sprung, aiming for the beasts head. It swatted her lazily with one paw and flung her to the frozen floor hard. Her blood stained the snowy carpet red as it moved in to dismember it’s sudden attacker, then my fire spell, weak as it was, hit the damned thing, just as the mighty paw came down hard, Skarr rolled over in the snow out of the way, missing the paw by inches. She swung Doomsayer one handed towards the giant clawed hand. Distracted by the fire spell, it failed to notice Doomsayer bite into it’s mighty paw, slicing a chunk from the matted and diseased fur. It screamed a scream from the very pits of hell, oblivious, Skarr stood again, pivoted, and as the paw came towards her, she simply held Doomsayer still against her and the paw connected. I fired another fire spell, the creature screamed again, as it suddenly realised that the barbarian’s blade had severed it’s entire arm. Bleeding from a wound on the side of her head, she ducked back as the creature rushed at her, the two of them barrelling over together in the snow. I dared not throw another fire spell now, for fear of burning Skarr, so I edged a little nearer, drawing my own small blade. The troll sat atop her, clawing at her with its remaining good hand, scratching and cutting her badly. As I watched, I saw her hand go quickly for her little blade, by the divines she was quicker than the eye could see, before I realised, the creature was standing again, clutching with it’s one good hand, the place where it’s private parts had been until a few seconds ago. The scream turned into a moan, then it collapsed onto it’s knees.
“Pivarra Varshakka, fal ist Yafarro” she shouted, before pivoting with Doomsayer and slamming the blade into the creatures neck, severing it’s head. The troll fell dead onto the bloody snow.
“Hmm”, I replied, already preparing poultices for her wounds, “I’m sure it was. But without it’s privates, we’ll never quite know, will we?”
Skarr was silent now, sheathing Doomsayer and grudgingly accepting my ministrations, and smiling that smile of hers. I do believe she actually enjoyed that. I really do. To confirm my suspicsions, she laughed suddenly,
“See, Dushka”, she said with amusement, “a good fight helps you forget the cold, and your many miseries. Palla vashoika!”
I realised at that moment that I was travelling with nothing less than a maniac. An utter, absolute maniac. Still, I grudgingly realised, she was right. As her wounds began to heal with the poutices I had applied, I noticed my teeth had stopped chattering. The long trek to Icegrad, suddenly didn’t seem so very bad.
Views seen from The Esplanade in Penarth, either side of the pier.
The Lifeboat Station of Penarth.
Grade II listed as the Penarth Yacht Club House.
Penarth Yacht Club House,the Esplanade, Penarth
Location
History
Interior
Exterior
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At S end of Esplanade facing E.
History. North section before 1884; central section circa 1885; S section circa 1895. Clubhouse for Penarth Boat Club founded 1880; became Penarth Yacht Club 1895.
Exterior: Two storeys. Rear wall at SW end of red brick with white brick lacing course at eaves. Front and side walls with (painted) roughcast cladding to ground floor and stucco upper floor and attics. Slate cladding to roofs, enlivened in front pitch by attic gables of varying shapes.
Red ridge and crest tiles and terracotta finials. Front elevation with balconied verandah of seven (first floor) and eight (ground floor) bays; supported on fluted twisted cast-iron columns with Corinthian capitals, the columns in pairs except between fourth and fifth (first floor), and fifth and sixth gables (ground floor) from north end. In centre of northernmost gable, coupled columns on ground floor only. Balcony balustrade with stone flagged balcony floor and exposed wooden joists to flat balcony roof. Verandah returns along side elevations, with curve at SE angle.
A series of ledged doors on ground floor, with a pair of ledged sliding doors each to gables two to five, and gable seven from N; a single pedestrian door below fifth gable and a similar pedestrian door below sixth gable.
Mansard-shaped roof at N end which projects forward as a wide gable with hipped end and bargeboard; two segmental sashes descending to balcony floor; keystones. Second and fourth gables each in form of pedimented dormer, with two-light French casement below on balcony storey. Third gable with moulded cornice and shaped sides with three-light semi-circular attic window and French casement with side lights on balcony storey. Fifth and sixth gables in form of two projecting conjoined gable ends each with segmentally-headed sash windows to attic and with a sash window below descending to balcony floor. Fifth gable also with three-quarter glazed balcony door. Seventh 'gable' in form of segmental pediment to two-light dormer in separate hipped roof with two modern two-light French casements on balcony storey.
South return elevation retains the balcony but with balustrade finials instead of columns and with verandah columns enclosed on the ground floor. Three bays. A rectangular bay window with sash lights at balconies at each end, each with a two-light segmentally pedimented dormer over. Centre bay with two-thirds glazed door with sash side-lights; attic lunette in rectangular surround with shaped sides and crowning moulded pediment.
Interior: Inside, contemporary staircase with stone steps and iron balustrade.
References: C M Tarver, Penarth Yacht Club, A Centenary History, 1980.
Reason for Listing
References
This text is a legacy record and has not been updated since the building was originally listed. Details of the building may have changed in the intervening time. You should not rely on this listing as an accurate description of the building.
Source: Cadw
Listed building text is © Crown Copyright. Reproduced under licence.
A class 323 arriving in New Street station reflected in the shiny cladding of the re-furbished (nearly) station. The platforms are well below the bottom of the picture and out of sight of the camera
What is one to make of this confection? It is really quite quirky. The balustrade wall is a rare accompaniment to stone cladding. The gate posts are tall and slender, and have been created at the opposite end from the front door . The darker clading inbetween floors mimics the moulded features of the original house, seen on its neighbours and precludes any random use of colour elsewhere in the cladding. The use of a sea green banding beneath the guttering is baffling. Windows are replacements in a faux Georgian style.
Schmaltzy to the extreme, Fifties Hollywood with a vengeance, and a wholly sanitized depiction of WW II Lite (or was it...?), it's still my favorite Christmas movie. Though I used one of my standard pinup bodies and faces on "Dark December", I didn't want her scantily-clad because of the seriousness of the sentiment. "White Christmas", though, so trivializes it all that I don't think my little bimbos could possibly make it worse.
But, like I wondered above, did "White Christmas" completely whitewash the war?
The patch on the combat cutie's shoulder is that of the 36th Infantry Division, Texas National Guard. I did that for two reasons. First, I'm a native Texan, so state pride played a part, but, more importantly, I've always wondered if there was a connection between the 36th and this movie.
In the movie, tough but avuncular General Tom Waverly is relieved of command by a by-the-book stickler and later, when they discover he's fallen on hard times, guys from his old outfit pitch in to help him out. Bing Crosby's Bob Wallace makes mention of Anzio and a visit by Mark Clark, so you know the outfit served in Italy and southern France.
Tough but avuncular General Fred L. Walker was relieved of command of the 36th ID after it suffered horrendous casualties in an ill-advised attempt to cross the Rapido River and outflank Monte Cassino--an attack Walker protested vigorously and led reluctanly, knowing only a miracle could have saved it from being a disaster. There was predjudice against National Guard units on the part of the Regular Army, and though he was a regular himself, Walker was thought to have been "too soft" on his National Guard officers (in other words, he wasn't firing them to make slots for regulars). There were always rumors that the attack and his relief from command were the West Pointers' vengeance for his heresy. After the war, a number of former officers who had become prominent in civilian life, in an effort to redeem Walker's reputation, forced a Congressional investigation into the Rapido assault.
I've never read or heard anything that would lead me to believe the writers of this movie were influenced by the story of General Walker and the 36th, but I've always wondered if they might not have drawn a bit of inspiration from it.
this black dodge challenger r/t had silver stripes and they were gorgeous!
i was even starting to like the absurdly-huge chrome wheels. i decided to try to befriend them despite the fact that they are only there to help rude males get dumb females into their cars. for a few years there, larger alloy wheels were a performance enhancement you could add to your car which originally had small steel wheels for a soft ride and low price. most cars with steel wheels had some kind of plastic hubcap to pretty them up and make them look more like an alloy wheel. nowadays, however, most cars come with decently-sized matte-finish alloy wheels. people still put ridiculously larger (and now, chrome-finish) alloy wheels on them anyway. to keep up with the trend, some of the car manufacturers are now helping out by putting stupidly-sized overly-shiny wheels on their cars.
i say that i tried to "befriend" these wheels because i have a close relationship to cars, and other metal things. i have a passion for stainless steel, titanium, aluminum alloys, and other fancy kinds of metals that resist corrosion. i love the way an alloy wheel feels against my fingertips. i love the way it is cold or warm depending on the weather and whether you've been driving on it. i love the way it responds to the tap of your finger without budging but nevertheless allowing a tiny vibration to travel all the way through it. i love the way the sharp edges aren't really sharp.
so i approached the wheel you see here, trying to make a new friend. i reached out my hand for it. as soon as i touched it, i knew something was wrong.
it wasn't cold or warm.
i tapped it and all it gave was a hollow rattle.
it is a shiny plastic hubcap on a matte-finish alloy wheel. this is wrong on so many levels.
TECU® Gold copper-alloy cladding from KME to interior, TECU® Oxid copper on external façade.
Angle-seam ‘traditional’ cladding technique.
Architect: Peter Haddon & Partners, Northampton
Client: Berkhamsted School
Main Contractor: Bowmer & Kirkland Ltd
Copper Cladding installer: T R Freeman, Cambridgeshire
Images courtesy of & copyright to Bowmer & Kirkland Ltd
TECU® Brass Traditional seamed and shingle-jointed cladding technique.
Architects: pH+ Architects, London.
Installer: NDM, Acton.
Realised: Spring 2013.
Residence House Dreyer, Composite decking board, Composite Cladding, LifeSpan™ Pergolas, Apex® Decking
TECU Bronze from KME.
Shingle-cladding technique.
Installer: Pace Roofing, Romsey
Powell Dobson Architects
Awards won:
> LABC Building Excellence Awards 2012
. 1. Sustainable Project - Residential
. 2. Volume Housing - more than 10
> UK Sustainable Housing Awards 2011
> Newport Construction Initiative (NCI) & Building Excellence awards 2011 (Sustainability category)
> Constructing Excellence Wales (S E Region): Low/Zero Carbon Award 2010
> CIBSE South Wales Sustainable Project of the Year 2010.
Metal cladding of the round auditorium, Departments for Mathematics and Informatics, Technical University of Munich (TUM).
Aussenfassade des großen und runden Hörsaals der Fakultäten für Mathematik und Informatik an der Technischen Universität München (TUM).
one of the sad things of moving back to Barnsley is finding we now have a dedicated strip club. It's passed off as gentlemen's club or some such but will still be bored lasses swaying semi clad to chart music. Here's the remains of their late night fag and red bull breaks in the car park next door