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A tranqui moment down at Kelowna's beautify marina just over one week ago. Now being dashed by a new surge of flooding it is so disturbing for everyone.
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Big thanks to my sister for telling me of this magnificent scene at dusk. I was already settling in the house when my sister said, "The sky is very orange, don't you want to take a picture of it?"
So I grabbed my camera and dashed out the door.
It is unreal.
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Είναι γνωστό ότι υπάρχουν χιλιάδες προσωνύμια της Παναγίας στην Ελλάδα.Ένα από τα πιο περίεργα,συνοδευόμενο,μάλιστα και από θαυμαστή προφορική παράδοση είναι αυτό που συνάντησα σ’έναν μικρό περιφερειακό ναό σε διπλανό μας(>10χλμ) κεφαλοχώρι,το Προάστιο Καρδίτσας,αγνοώντας παντελώς το όλο θέμα παρ’όλη την εικοσαετή περίπου γειτνίαση!!! Συνέβη,δε,όλως “τυχαίως”:
Λόγω των έργων για την περίφημη Ε65 υποχρεώθηκα να αλλάξω το καθημερινό δρομολόγιό μας από το χωριό όπου διαμένω για το χωριό όπου διδάσκω.
Σ’ένα σημείο της νέας αυτής διαδρομής,το πάντοτε…ανήσυχο φωτογραφικό μάτι διέκρινε, κάπου στο βάθος, έναν πέτρινο ναό κτισμένο πάνω σε κάποιο περίεργο,πολύ χαμηλό “ανάχωμα” να περιβάλλεται από εκτεταμένο λειμώνα.
Σκέφθηκα ότι ο συνδυασμός μπορεί κάποια στιγμή να αποφέρει κάτι ενδιαφέρον φωτογραφικά και το…παράτησα σε μιά γωνιά του μυαλού μου.
Μετά από δύο χρόνια,την περασμένη άνοιξη, το…ανέσυρα και είπα να κάνω την πρώτη αναγνωριστική επίσκεψη.Όταν έφτασα,το φώς είχε πέσει πάρα πολύ και δεν προσφερόταν για “σοβαρή” φωτογράφιση.Έμεινα έκπληκτος όμως βλέποντας στον περιβάλλοντα χώρο του Ναού να περιφέρεται αμέριμνα μια μικρή αγέλη από…ΕΛΑΦΙΑ !!!
Έκανα μερικές λήψεις έτσι για…την τιμή των όπλων και αποχώρησα.
Το ανέφερα στη σύζυγο και συμφωνήσαμε την επόμενη φορά να πάμε μαζί.Ό,περ και εγένετο ένα απογευματάκι στις αρχές Ιουνίου με κατάλληλο ουράνιο καμβά.Εκεί,λοιπόν,εκτός από το ενδιαφέρον φωτογραφικό υλικό,ανακαλύψαμε και ένα λαογραφικό διαμάντι.Μεταφέρω το κείμενο που είδαμε τοιχοκολλημένο έξω από τον Ιερό Ναό:
Iστορία του Iερού Nαού Παναγίας Eλαφιώτισσας Προαστίου Kαρδίτσας
Σύμφωνα με την εγχάρακτη επιγραφή της κυρίας εισόδου του Ι.Ν.Κοιμήσεως της Θεοτόκου Προαστίου,αυτός κτίσθηκε το 1858 στην βόρεια πλευρά του χωριού πάνω σε έναν γήλοφο ύψους 3 και περιμέτρου 300 περ.μέτρων.
Η τοπική παράδοση κληροδότησε αξιοθαύμαστα γεγονότα τόσο για την ανέγερση όσο και για την μετέπειτα ιστορία του Ναού.
Ο γήλοφος,που στέκει εκεί για αιώνες,κατά την περίοδο της τουρκοκρατίας ήταν κατάφυτος από μεγάλα δέντρα,θάμνους διαφόρων ειδών και αγκαθωτούς βάτους.Ένα βράδυ λοιπόν,ενώ οι κάτοικοι του χωριού έβοσκαν τα πρόβατά τους γύρω απ’αυτή τη μαγούλα(προεξοχή της γής σαν μάγουλο),άκουσαν να λαλεί ένας κόκορας μέσα στο πυκνό δασύλιο.Με δυσκολία και γεμάτοι απορία ανέβηκαν για να βρούν τον κόκορα.Όμως,αντί γι’αυτό,βρήκαν μπροστά τους μια εικόνα της Παναγίας και δίπλα της να καίει ένα καντήλι.
Γεμάτοι ευλάβεια μετέφεραν την εικόνα στον Ι.Ν.Αγίου Αθανασίου Κάτω Χώρας διότι,τότε,το χωριό χωριζόταν σε δύο μαχαλάδες,την Άνω και Κάτω Χώρα,λόγω του μικρού ποταμού «Φλέβα» ο οποίος διχοτομούσε την Παραπράστανη όπως ήταν η παλαιά ονομασία του χωριού.Όμως η εικόνα,με θαυματουργικό τρόπο,επέστρεψε στην αρχική της θέση δείχνοντας την σαφή προτίμηση της Παναγίας γι αυτό τον τόπο.
Έτσι,παρ’όλες τις δυσκολίες,οι κάτοικοι,οπλισμένοι με πίστη και θέληση,άρχισαν να κτίζουν τον Ι.Ναό .Και τα εμπόδια δεν ήταν λίγα.Αξίζει να αναφέρουμε την συλλογική προσπάθεια των κατοίκων όταν προσέφεραν ένα μέρος από τα μαλλιά των προβάτων τους με σκοπό να φράξουν την πηγή η οποία ανέβλυζε μέσα από τα σπλάχνα της μαγούλας καθιστώντας αδύνατο το χτίσιμο πάνω σ’αυτήν.
Όταν πλεόν ολοκληρώθηκε ο Ι.Ναός,λίγες ημέρες πρίν τον 15Αύγουστο εμφανίστηκαν στον περίβολο του Ναού τρία ελάφια.Όλοι κατάλαβαν πως αυτό το Θεόσταλτο δώρο ήταν η ανταμοιβή της Παναγίας για τα παιδιά της που τόσο μόχθησαν.
Για χρόνια λοιπόν έσφαζαν τα δύο,δίνοντας το κρέας τους ευλογία στους πιστούς που τιμούσαν το «Πάσχα του καλοκαιριού» και άφηναν το ένα το οποίο επέστρεφε την άλλη χρονιά παρέα με άλλα δύο καινούργια.
Όταν,όμως,αυτό διαδόθηκε στα γύρω βαλτοχώρια,πλήθος προσκυνητών συνέρρεε στο πανηγύρι του 15Αυγούστου.Έτσι,οι Παραπραστανίτες για να ευχαριστήσουν όλους τους πανηγυριώτες ,μια φορά έσφαξαν και τα τρία ελάφια και από τότε δεν ξαναφάνηκε κανένα.
Τα συνεχή θαύματα δεν άφησαν ασυγκίνητο ακόμη και τον αγά του χωριού του οποίου ο γιός ήταν κωφάλαλος.Έτρεξε και αυτός,αν και μουσουλμάνος φυσικά,γονάτισε μπροστά στην χάρη της Παναγίας και προσευχήθηκε για την αποκατάσταση της υγείας του παιδιού του.Πράγματι σε λίγες ημέρες ο γιός του ανέκτησε την ομιλία και την ακοή του ενώ ο Αγάς, ευγνώμων,δώρισε πολλά από τα υλικά αγαθά του στον Ι.Ναό.
Σήμερα,σε ανάμνηση όλων των προαναφερθέντων, στον περιφραγμένο περιβάλλοντα το Ναό χώρο εκτρέφονται κάποια ελάφια και ο κάθε προσκυνητής ή απλός περαστικός μπορεί να απολαύσει την συναναστροφή μαζί τους.
It is known that there are thousands of names of the Virgin Mary in Greece. One of the most odd, accompanied indeed wonderful oral tradition is what I met in a small regional temple in our neighboring (> 10km) big village, Proastio Karditsa, The whole thing over the next twenty years around! It happened totally "accidentally":
Due to the works for the famous E65 I was forced to change my daily route from the village where I live for the village I teach.
At a point on this new route, the ever-restless photographic eye could see, somewhere in the background, a stone temple built on some strange, very low "embankment" surrounded by extensive lawn.
I thought the combination could somehow produce something interesting in the photographic way and I ... I left in a corner of my mind.
After two years, last spring ... I took off and said to make the first identification visit. When I arrived, the light had fallen too much and was not offered for "serious" photography. I was surprised to see the surrounding area of the church wandering Carelessly a small herd of ... deer !!!
I made some shots so ... for the price of the weapons and I left.
I mentioned it to my husband and we agreed next time to go together. That was the first afternoon in early June with appropriate uranium canvas. So, apart from the interesting photographic material, we also discovered a folk diamond. I translate the text we saw Dashed outside the Temple:
History of the Holy Monastery of Panagia Elafiotissa, Proastio, Karditsa
According to the engraved inscription of the main entrance of the Church of the Assumption of the Assumption of the Virgin Mary, it was built in 1858 on the north side of the village on a hill of height 3 and a perimeter of 300 centimeters.
The local tradition bequeathed admirable events both to the erection and to the subsequent history of the Temple.
The gulp, which has been there for centuries, during the Ottoman domination, was full of large trees, shrubs of various species and barbed walruses. One evening, while the inhabitants of the village grazed their sheep around this magoula (the outskirts of the land Like a cheek), they heard a cock in the dense wood. With difficulty and full of urge they went up to find the rooster. But instead they found a picture of the Virgin Mary in front of them and burning a candle next to it.
Full of devotion, they transferred the icon to Agios Athanasios Kato Chora, because at that time the village was divided into two mosques, Ano and Kato Chora, due to the small river "Fleva" which divided the Paraphrastani as it was the old name of the village . But the image, in a miraculous way, returned to its original position, showing the clear preference of the Virgin Mary for this place.
So, despite all the difficulties, the inhabitants, armed with faith and will, began to build the Nau. And the obstacles were few. It is worth mentioning the collective effort of the residents when they offered some of their sheep's hair In order to clog the source that flowed through the guts of the magus, making it impossible to build on it.
When the temple was completed, a few days before 15 August, three deer appeared in the temple's courtyard. Everybody understood that this Goddess was the reward of the Virgin Mary for her children who had been so abused.
For years, they both were sacking, giving their meat a blessing to the faithful who honored "Easter of the Summer" and left the one who was returning another year together with two new ones.
When, however, it spread to the surrounding marshlands, a crowd of pilgrims gathered at the feast of August 15th. So the Paraportesites to please all the fanatics, once slaughtered all three deer and no one ever came back.
The constant miracles did not leave even the agape of the village whose son was deaf. He also went, though a Muslim, of course, kneel before the grace of the Virgin and prayed for the restoration of his child's health. Indeed, in a few days His son recovered his speech and hearing, while Agas, thankful, donated many of his material goods to John Nau.
Today, in remembrance of all the aforementioned, in the enclosed surroundings the Temple area is bred some deer and every pilgrim or simple passer can enjoy the interaction with them.
This being Wednesday I thought I would post a picture that contains an Umping of Umbellifers, an Umping being the collective noun I’ll have you know.
I had thought this may have made it into that most prestigious of groups Umbellifers Unlimited however I suspect my hopes will be dashed after the controversy of JackieGate yesterday. Deer in your back garden? Honestly, anyone would think you live in Suffolk!
Happy ***, seem to be all the rage now. I even stumbled upon Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday today! So, I’m planning a new group called ‘Happy WTF!’. For sake of argument let it be known as Happy Welly Throwing Friday, but I’m sure you can insert whatever TLA takes your fancy. (Don’t you just hate TLA’s he said ironically!)
The rules will be simple, just post the most ridiculous photo with an equally ridiculous story. This is going to be easy for me as that’s my stream in a nutshell.
I fancied a decent bit of sax this evening, so here you go…
Do you think this video was the inspiration for Nick Park to create Gwendoline?
Day 12, January 12th, 2021
All the snow had melted from Sunday's beautiful and rare event, but Tuesday morning was cold enough to have a hard frost covering everything. Dominic and I left about 8:25 a.m. to get him to MECHS (and he's been driving). Unfortunately Anna had to stay home this week because she was exposed to a COVID-19 positive person last Friday. Once I got back home, I dashed outside with my macro to get a shot of the wintery frost. My fingers about froze but it was worth it. I love how ice looks covering the clover in our yard.
Tufted Duck / aythya fuligula. Attenborough, Nottinghamshire. 26/03/25.
A visit to Attenborough GPs, hoping to photograph a 1st winter male Greater Scaup. The long stayer had been present for several months, associating with Tufted Ducks. Impressive close-up images of the GS, prompted me to make the effort
I prepared myself for a long wait as it wasn't showing on arrival. Plenty of Tufted Ducks on view, (some swimming near to the hide), helped me remain optimistic!
After a couple of hours I eventually spotted the Greater Scaup in a convoy of 'new' TDs that drifted in from a secluded corner. I watched it diving for food whilst willing it to swim closer but unfortunately, that day it preferred deeper water. Hopes of making detailed shots were dashed. Meanwhile, Tufted Ducks provided the only camera action.
I have to say, it's views like this that remind me of what I love about where I live.....and this is just a few minutes' walk from home. The light was beautiful last night and I REALLY regretted having got changed from work and dashed out so quickly that I didn't think to take my Nikon, everywhere I looked would have made the perfect golden light/beachy photo. So this is snapped on my Iphone 6 but not bad from afar :-)
In Explore Aug. 24, 2019
Although titled "Blitz" and dedicated in honour of those firefighters who gave their lives in the Defence of the Nation 1939 - 1945. not all the women firefighters listed, (and presumably men as well), actually died during the war or even as a result of firefighting.
Daisy L Adams
Name:ADAMS, DAISY LILY
Age:34
Date of Death:26/06/1944
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S.; of 17 Stanley Road. Daughter of William H. F. Adams. Died at 17 Stanley Road.
Reporting Authority:CROYDON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3149122
This was as a result of a V1 attack which landed at 3.57am and would claim 4 lives.
www.flyingbombsandrockets.com/V1_worst_week.html
The other three victims are:-
Name:HENDERSON, NELLLE MILLER
Age:56
Date of Death:26/06/1944
Additional information:of 25 Stanley Road. Daughter of the late Alexander and Helen Watt; wife of William Cranston Henderson. Injured at 25 Stanley Road; died same day at Mayday Hospital.
Reporting Authority:CROYDON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3149483
Name:SLATER, DONALD LESLIE
Age:13
Date of Death:26/06/1944
Additional information:of 17 Stanley Road. Son of Cyril Leslie and Winifred May Slater. Died at 17 Stanley Road.
Reporting Authority:CROYDON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3149782
Name:SMALL, JAMES IRELAND
Age:52
Date of Death:26/06/1944
Additional information:at 23 Stanley Road.
Reporting Authority:CROYDON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3149783
The first V-1 was launched at London on 13 June 1944, one week after (and prompted by) the successful Allied landing in Europe. At its peak, over a hundred V-1s a day were fired at southeast England, 9,521 in total, decreasing in number as sites were overrun until October 1944, when the last V-1 site in range of Britain was overrun by Allied forces.
Approximately 10,000 were fired at England; 2,419 reached London, killing about 6,184 people and injuring 17,981.[The greatest density of hits were received by Croydon, on the southeast fringe of London.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V-1_(flying_bomb)
Elsie W Baker
Name:BAKER, ELSIE WINIFRED
Age:31
Date of Death:13/02/1945
Additional information:N.F.S. Daughter of George Henry and Louisa Baker, of 19 George Road, Chingford, Essex. Injured 1 February 1945, at York Road; died at Chase Farm Hospital.
Reporting Authority:ENFIELD, URBAN DISTRICT
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3143045
Ellen RSQ Blackford
Name:BLACKFORD, ELLEN RITA ST QUENTIN
Age:26
Date of Death:11/09/1944
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S. Daughter of Ellen Lydia Stirrup, of 36 Albany Place, Dover, Kent; wife of Leonard Blackford, Merchant Navy. Injured September 1944, at Dover; died at Hurstwood Park War Emergency Hospital, Haywards Heath.
Reporting Authority:CUCKFIELD, URBAN DISTRICT
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3152577
Ellen is buried at DOVER (ST. JAMES'S) CEMETERY, Kent
www.doverwarmemorialproject.org.uk/Casualties/CWGC/WWII%2...
Dover suffered a resurgence of long-range shelling in September 1944, as the Germans took a last chance to fire before being forced back out of range. Its probable that Ellen died as a result of one of these incidents.
www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/19/a3358019.shtml
Mary O Cane
Name:CANE, MARY OLIVIA
Age:40
Date of Death:25/09/1940
Additional information:Driver, A.F.S., of 10 Earl's Terrace. Daughter of the late Arthur Beresford Cane, C.B.E., and Lucy Mary Cane, C.B.E., of 66 Elm Park Gardens, West Brompton. Died at 10 Earl's Terrace.
Reporting Authority:KENSINGTON, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3132123
Night Operations - 24th/25th September 1940
At 1930 hours, raids started coming out of Le Havre making for Shoreham and London. These were followed by a sequence of other raids on the same course which were not, however, as numerous as usual. At about the same time, raids from the direction of Holland crossed the North Norfolk coast and for the most part remained in East Anglia except for two which penetrated more deeply Westwards. None of these raids appeared to proceed to the London area.
At about 2230 hours, there was a temporary lull and after 2300 hours owing to returning friendly bombers, it became difficult to distinguish hostile tracks. However, enemy activity in the London area continued and appeared to increase after 0300 hours. The approach was mainly from the South Coast but a few raids flew in from East Anglia.
In the London area, activity further increased after 0400 hours and only at 0538 hours had the last raid recrossed the coast.
Home Security Report
During the night London was again the chief target and was continuously bombed from nightfall onwards. Many fires were started and hits obtained on railways. A certain amount of indiscriminate bombing was observed in Essex and Surrey, but these particular raids do not appear to have caused much damage or casualties.
oLondon Area
Kensington: At 2100 hours IB fell on the Sunbeam-Talbot Motor Works, the offices of which were damaged by fire but production is not likely to be affected. It is reported that Warwick Road is blocked and Earls Court Railway Station closed.
Westminster: Bombs are reported near the West End Central Police Station - fires at Boyle Street and Saville Row. It is also reported that the Hungerford Bridge and Signal Box is on fire, together with St Margaret's, Westminster.
Battersea: Bombs dropped on the SR track at Broughton Street, and the line from Battersea to Clapham Junction is blocked.
Lambeth: Major damage is reported at No 10 Platform Waterloo Station, involving approximately 30 casualties.
Edmonton: IB are reported to have fallen on the West Wings of the North Middlesex and St David's Hospitals.
Ilford: At 2115 hours HE slightly damaged Plessey & Co's. There were no casualties, but effect on production is not yet ascertained.
City: Major damage at 0217 hours on the 25th was reported at Blackfriars Station, 'Times' Office, Queen Victoria Street, and Upper Thames Street.
Further bombings are reported at Hammersmith, Wood Green, Hendon, Tottenham, Wimbledon, Hornsey, Wandsworth, Richmond, Barnes, Southall and Ealing.
www.raf.mod.uk/bob1940/september24.html
Raids on London on the night of the 25th/26th don’t appear to have started until after midnight.
www.raf.mod.uk/bob1940/september25.html
There are a few papers from Arthur Beresford Cane (1864 – 1939) in the National Archive.
www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/nra/searches/subjectView.asp?...
His cases also seem to pop up in older legal textbooks.
He received his CBE in the 1920 New Years Honours List
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Necrothesp/Honours_Lists/1920_...
Jessie Carter
No trace on CWGC, and no female with the surname Carter who is listed as a either a civilian or in the Army on the CWGC would seem to have been a fireman. May have been a post-war casualty.
Audrey M Fricker
Name:FRICKER, AUDREY MARIE
Age:18
Date of Death:24/01/1945
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S. Daughter of M. E. Fricker, of 132 Glenview, Abbey Wood, Woolwich, and of the late William George Fricker. Died at Post Office, Stockwell Street.
Reporting Authority:GREENWICH, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3128920
There is a picture of the damage suffered by the post office here
postalheritage.org.uk/blog-images/69-Post118-1500.jpg/ima...
catalogue.postalheritage.org.uk/dserve/dserve.exe?dsqServ...
Sarah L L Gane
Name:GANE, SARAH LORNA LILIAN
Age:21
Date of Death:30/11/1940
Additional information:A.F.S.; of 57 Regents Park Road. Daughter of Joseph Tom and Ethel Kitty Gane. Died at 57 Regents Park Road.
Reporting Authority:SOUTHAMPTON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3112221
Name:GANE, JOSEPH TOM
Age:57
Date of Death:30/11/1940
Additional information:of 57 Regents Park Road. Husband of Ethel Kitty Gane. Died at 57 Regents Park Road.
Reporting Authority:SOUTHAMPTON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3112220
Name:GANE, ETHEL KITTY
Age:60
Date of Death:30/11/1940
Additional information:of 57 Regents Park Road. Wife of Joseph Tom Gane. Died at 57 Regents Park Road.
Reporting Authority:SOUTHAMPTON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC: www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3112219
Name:GANE, DORA GLADYS MAY
Regiment/Service:Civilian War Dead
Age:27
Date of Death:30/11/1940
Additional information:of 57 Regents Park Road. Daughter of Joseph Tom and Ethel Kitty Gane. Died at 57 Regents Park Road.
Reporting Authority:SOUTHAMPTON, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC: www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3112218
Southampton suffered badly from large-scale air raids during World War Two. As a large port city on the south coast, it was an important strategic target for the German air force (Luftwaffe). There were fifty seven attacks in all, but nerves were frayed by over 1,500 alarms.
Of the 57 Air Raids, by far the worst were on 23rd and 30th November and 1st December and these attacks are generally referred to as Southamptonton's Blitz.
Southampton ablaze
It was a cold clear night on the 30th November when the drone of German aircraft engines were heard approaching Southampton. Raids were nothing new; people were used to the routine of seeking shelter and trying to lead as normal a life as possible. This one though was different; this raid was to level most of the city centre, kill over a hundred people and damage or destroy thousands of buildings. The approach of the enemy bombers was the start of the worst wartime weekend in Southampton with unprecedented destruction that would change the city forever.
Over 100 aeroplanes had approached high and began to dive down over the city. Just before 6pm the warning siren was sounded and minutes later the flares that bombers would use to light their targets began to land by parachute, making no sound. They lit the town making a mockery of the blackout. A local resident recalls 'Chandelier flares lit up the whole town around, just like daylight'. This allowed bombers to drop their heavy explosives, including two mines of nearly 2000 kg. These were then followed by thousands of incendiary devices, setting fire to buildings and further marking out the city for the bombers. Up to 9,000 incendiaries were dropped causing hundreds of fires.
The fire caused the most damage. There was no water to fight the blazes, reservoirs were low and water mains were cracked. The fire raged completely out of control at the bottom end of the High Street, at one point 647 fires were burning at the same time across Southampton. One man recalled the firestorm for the Southampton Oral History Team, 'It sweeps everything in front of it, it'll draw you into it if you're not careful... ...It was so hot that if you stood with your boots you could hear them sizzling with the heat from the pavements'. Despite over 2000 extra firefighters being drafted to the city, it was still burning brightly enough to light the way for the second attack a day later. German pilots reported that the glare of Southampton burning could be seen from the North of France.
www.plimsoll.org/Southampton/Southamptonatwar/southampton...
The Kelly’s Street Directory for Southampton for 1940-41, lists a Joseph Tom Gane at this address.
www.plimsoll.org/images/1940%20Streets%20Morland%20Road%2...
In the same directory for 1946, the odd numbered houses side of the Road goes from 51 to 61. I assume the 4 houses in-between were nothing more than a bomb-site.
Yvonne MD Green
Name:GREEN, YVONNE MARIE DUNBAR
Age:30
Date of Death:17/04/1941
Additional information:Driver, A.F.S. Daughter of Forbes Sutherland and Jeanne Tachereau Sutherland, of Montreal, Canada; wife of Lieut. Leonard G. Green, Canadian Army, of 34 Old Church Street. Died at Petyt Place.
Reporting Authority:CHELSEA, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3126946
There are numerous references to damage to the Church and the nearby church rooms in Petyt Place during “1941”, while the nearby Royal Hospital on Kings Road was definitely bombed on the 16th April 1941.
www.athomeinnchelsea.com/cheynewalk.htm
London does not appear to have been a target for a raid on the night of the 15th/16th April 1941, but was on the night of the 16th/17th, looking at the RAF claims and losses records.
Minnie L Hallett
Name:HALLETT, MINNLE LILLIAN
Age:53
Date of Death:21/07/1944
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S.; W.V.S.; of 56 Morden Hall Road, Morden. Wife of Frederick Clarence Hallett. Injured at 56 Morden Hall Road; died same day at Nelson Hospital, Merton.
Reporting Authority:MERTON AND MORDEN, URBAN DISTRICT
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3150860
The first V-1 was launched at London on 13 June 1944, one week after (and prompted by) the successful Allied landing in Europe. At its peak, over a hundred V-1s a day were fired at southeast England, 9,521 in total, decreasing in number as sites were overrun until October 1944, when the last V-1 site in range of Britain was overrun by Allied forces.
Approximately 10,000 were fired at England; 2,419 reached London, killing about 6,184 people and injuring 17,981.[11] The greatest density of hits were received by Croydon, on the southeast fringe of London.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V-1_(flying_bomb)
Meg M A S Hargrove
Name:HARGROVE, MEG MABEL AGNES STRICKLAND
Age:33
Date of Death:08/03/1941
Additional information:A.F.S. W.V.S. Daughter of Lt. Col. Bryan Cole Bartley, C.B.E., and Mrs. Bartley, of Monterey, P.O. Sandown, Johannesburg, S. Africa; wife of Frank Hargrove, of Kiama, Little Marlow Road, Marlow, Buckinghamshire. Injured at Cafe de Paris, Coventry Street; died same day at Charing Cross Hospital.
Reporting Authority:WESTMINSTER CITY
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3123160
The Times of Monday 10 March 1941 carried the news of the bombing of the Cafe de Paris that had occurred on the previous Saturday night. But you had to dig deep to find the story, and indeed to be able to relate it to the incident itself. Wartime reporting maintained a balance between news and maintaining morale, so at first glance the story (see right) seems a little confusing.
Described as 'the bright moonlight of Saturday night', the story seems almost romantic in its style, and referring to one of the biggest raids of The Blitz as 'a noisy night' seems to understate things a little. However, some deaths are referred to in the second paragraph.
It is then that the Cafe de Paris story is introduced, although masked as 'dancers and diners in a restaurant'. The only clue to the location in London is given in the song title, Oh Johnny, which many must have recognised as a favourite played by Ken Snakehips Johnson and The West Indian Orchestra. The band had a residency there, so if you knew the tune was associated with them, you could probably work out which club had been hit. The description of the aftermath, 'dust and fumes, which blackened faces and frocks' is obviously much changed from the reality of what was left, as evidenced by eye-witnesses after the war.
The idea that 'there were many wonderful escapes' again introduces an almost romantic notion of what it was like there. Needless to say, everyone pulls together and does their best to get the injured to hospital.
The final paragraph of the part that refers to the Cafe de Paris continues with the 'spririt of The Blitz'. A night club had been blown up, with over 30 dead and 80 injured, and yet 'people living nearby made tea, and passers-by contributed handkerchiefs'. The cabaret girls mentioned in the report were in their dressing room at the time, waiting to come on for their part of the show, and so were shielded from the main blast of the bomb.
The report then goes on to describe other incidents that occured the same night. By 6pm on the evening of Sunday 9 March, the London Civil Defence Regional Report showed that 159 people had been killed and 338 seriously injured in 238 incidents on the Saturday night. One of the other bombings that went unmentioned in Monday's Times was at Buckingham Palace, where the North Lodge was demolished, resulting in two fatalities.
www.swingtime.co.uk/Reviews/kenjohns/kentimes.html
www.nickelinthemachine.com/2009/09/the-cafe-de-paris-the-...
In 1939 the Café was allowed to stay open even though theatres and cinemas were closed by order. People gossiped their way through the blackout and the Café was advertised as a safe haven by Martin Poulson, the maitre d', who argued that the four solid storeys of masonry above were ample protection. This tragically proved to be untrue on March 8th 1941 when two 50K landmines came through the Rialto roof straight onto the Café dance floor. Eighty people were killed, including Ken 'Snakehips' Johnston who was performing onstage at the time and Poulson whose words had come back to haunt him. Had the bomb been dropped an hour later, the casualties would have been even higher.
www.cafedeparis.com/club/history
Fleur Lombard
Fleur Lombard QGM (1974 – 4 February 1996) was the first female firefighter to die on duty in peacetime Britain
Fleur Lombard was one of only eight women among Avon's 700 firefighters. On graduating in 1994, Lombard received the Silver Axe Award, for most outstanding recruit on her training school. On 4 February 1996, when she was 21 years old, she was fighting a supermarket fire in Staple Hill, near Bristol, when she and her partner, Robert Seaman, were caught in a flashover. She was killed as a direct result of the intense heat and her body was found just a few yards from the exit. Lombard was the first woman to die in peacetime service in Britain.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fleur_Lombard
www.independent.co.uk/news/jail-for-killer-of-fleur-lomba...
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/73464.stm
Dorien L Pullen
Name:PULLEN, DORRIEN AISNE
Age:29
Date of Death:25/04/1944
Additional information:N.F.S.; of 30 Armadale Road. Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. E. C. H. Thair, of 62 Grove Road; wife of L.A.C. Harold James Pullen, R.A.F. Died at 30 Armadale Road.
Reporting Authority:CHICHESTER, MUNICIPAL BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3152523
During World War II there were 3 bombing raids on Chichester. Bombs were dropped on Basin Road in 1941, on Chapel Street and St Martins Street in 1943 and on Arndale and Green Roads in 1944.
www.localhistories.org/chichester.html
In the same raid Rosina Cox and her son Derek, aged 4, died at 34 Armadale Road, Ada Field, (aged 25) died at 41 Armadale Road, Elsie Gee (aged 28) would die at 32 Armadale Road and there is a Geoffrey Hearn recorded as dieing on the 26th.
Helen Sussman
Name:SUSSMAN, HELEN
Age:25
Date of Death:19/06/1944
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S.; of 12 Clydesdale Road. Daughter of Morris and Eva Sussman. Died at 12 Clydesdale Road.
Reporting Authority:KENSINGTON, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3132450
Name:SUSSMAN, EVA
Age:48
Date of Death:19/06/1944
Additional information:of 12 Clydesdale Road. Daughter of the late James Harry and Gertrude Soloway, of 13 Chepstow Road, Bayswater; wife of Morris Sussman. Died at 12 Clydesdale Road.
Reporting Authority:KENSINGTON, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3132449
Name:SUSSMAN, MORRIS
Age:60
Date of Death:19/06/1944
Additional information:of 12 Clydesdale Road. Husband of Eva Sussman. Died at 12 Clydesdale Road.
Reporting Authority:KENSINGTON, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3132451
June 19.The first V1 to hit Notting Hill killed 20 people along Westbourne Park Road and in Clydesdale Road and Mews,
www.historytalk.org/Notting%20Hill%20History%20Timeline/t...
Dolcie I A Taylor
Name:TAYLOR, DOLCIE ENID AMY
Age:33
Date of Death:23/11/1940
Additional information:A.F.S. Telephonist; of Bursay, West End Road, West End. Daughter of J. H. Carter, and of Amy Dawkins Carter. Died at Bursay, West End Road.
Reporting Authority:WINCHESTER, RURAL DISTRICT
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3113022
Name:CARTER, AMY DAWKINS
Age:69
Date of Death:23/11/1940
Additional information:of Bursay, West End Road, West End. Wife of J. H. Carter. Died at Bursay, West End Road.
Reporting Authority:WINCHESTER, RURAL DISTRICT
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3113000
Name:CARTER, WINIFRED EMMA DAWKINS
Age:38
Date of Death:23/11/1940
Additional information:of Bursay, West End Road, West End. Daughter of J. H. Carter, and of Amy Dawkins Carter. Died at Bursay, West End Road.
Reporting Authority:WINCHESTER, RURAL DISTRICT
CWGC: www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3113002
Other casualties at West End on this day include David Stephens, aged 2, of 12, Shales Flats, and Jane Ware, aged 77, of Westwood, West End Road.
See Sarah Gane above for details of the Southampton Blitz. Southampton suffered particularly heavy raids on the 23rd and 30th November 1940. The village of West End, to the NE of Southampton may well have suffered as a result.
Evelyn Torr
Name:TORR, EVELYN
Age:43
Date of Death:12/08/1943
Additional information:Firewoman, N.F.S.; of 24 Craigmore Avenue, Stoke. Daughter of Mary Torr, and of James Torr. Died at 24 Craigmore Avenue.
Reporting Authority:PLYMOUTH, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3103029
Name:TORR, JAMES
Age:70
Date of Death:12/08/1943
Additional information:of 24 Craigmore Avenue, Stoke. Husband of Mary Torr. Died at 24 Craigmore Avenue.
Reporting Authority:PLYMOUTH, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3103030
Nothing seems to be reported in the mains records – RAF command, or local history sites. Other casualties include
Leonard Davey aged 46.
Firewatcher; of 17 Melville Road, Stoke. Son of Henry and Emma Davey, of 16 Hanover Road, Laira. Injured at Union Street; died same day at Prince of Wales Hospital, Greenbank.
www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3102309
Arthur Dent aged 42
Fireman, N.F.S. Son of Arthur Richard and Minnie Louisa Dent, of 18 Selborne Avenue, Manor Park, London. Died at 104 Hotspur Terrace, North Road.
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3102339
Beryl Dibley (aged 14) and Patricia Dibley (aged 3) who died at 100 North Road
Thomas Donovan who died at 21 Portland Villas
Elsie Hancock, (aged 43) died at Welbeck Avenue
Kate Hancock , (aged 73) died at 31 Welbeck Avenue
Frederick Harris, (aged 49), died at 37 Glenmore Avenue, Stoke
Marjorie Harris, (aged 38), died at 31 Welbeck Avenue
Cyril Joy, (aged 44) and his wife Sarah (aged 37) who died at 17 Melville Road
William Joy, (aged 46) who died at 104 Hotspur Terrace
George Kellond, (age 69) who died at 102 Hotspur Terrace
Charlotte Langdon, (aged 77) who died at James Street
Edith Ley, (aged 55) who died at 8 Ryder Road
Gladys Maxwell, (aged 29) and her sons Roger, (aged 3) and Paul, (aged 18 months) who died at 1, Victoria Lane
Blanche Morrell who was injured at 25 Craigmore Avenue, Stoke on the 12th and subsequently died of her injuries on the 14th
Sidney Murrin (aged 65), died at Millbay Station
Jean Sanders, (aged 12) died at 35 Welbeck Avenue
Beatrice Sayer, (aged 57) and her brother Thomas, (aged 64), died at 28 James Street
Elizabeth Shute, (aged 73) injured at 35 Welbeck Avenue on the 12th and succumced to their effects on the 24th.
George Thomas (aged 41)
Fireman, N.F.S. Son of Harriet Grace Thomas, of 7 Fairfield Road, Ongar, Essex, and of the late Edmund Haviland Thomas. Died at 104 North Road.
www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3103016
George Tucker, (aged 57) who died at 38 Glenmore Avenue, Stoke
Ernest Watts, (aged 34) who died at 104 Hotspur Road
Louisa Williams, (aged 64) who died at 26 Craigmore Avenue
A photograph of two Plymouth firewomen can be seen here
www.devonheritage.org/Places/Plymouth/Plymouth5JtoL.htm
Dorothy S Watson
Name:WATSON, DOROTHY SMITH
Age:39
Date of Death:30/06/1944
Additional information:N.F.S. Daughter of Elizabeth Catherine Watson, of 385 Brompton Road, Bexley Heath, Kent, and of the late Frederick Watson. Injured at Connaught House, Aldwych; died same day at Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street.
Reporting Authority:HOLBORN, METROPOLITAN BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3131109
The V-1 fell in the middle of the street between Bush House and Adastral House, the home of the Air Ministry, at 2:07 p.m., making a direct hit on one of the city’s main loci of power, the site of the Aldwych holy well, directly on the London ley line.
Brilliant blue skies turned to grey fog and darkness.
The device exploded some 40 yards east of the junction of Aldwych and Kingsway, about 40 feet from the Air Ministry offices opposite the east wing of Bush House.
The Air Ministry’s 10-foot-tall blast walls, made of 18-inch-thick brick, disintegrated immediately, deflecting the force of the explosion up and down the street. Hundreds of panes of glass shattered, blowing razor-sharp splinters through the air. The Air Ministry women watching at the windows were sucked out of Adastral House by the vacuum and dashed to death on the street below. Men and women queuing outside the Post Office were torn to pieces. Shrapnel peppered the facades of Bush House and the Air Ministry like bullets.
When the counting was done, about fifty people were killed, 400 seriously wounded, another 200 lightly injured.
secretfire.wordpress.com/the-aldwych-v-1-blast-june-30-1944/
www.westendatwar.org.uk/page_id__10_path__0p2p.aspx
www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/32/a7019732.shtml
Joan E B Wilson
Name:WILSON, JOAN EMMA BESSIE
Age:24
Date of Death:08/03/1941
Additional information:Women's Auxiliary Fire Service; Daughter of Mrs. M. Wilson, of 8 Northcourt Avenue, Reading, Berkshire. Died at Cafe de Paris, Coventry Street.
Reporting Authority:WESTMINSTER CITY
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3123851
See Meg Hargrove above for more details on this incident.
Not on the memorial, but on one of the site listed above Alice Jessica Gifford, aged 21 is recorded as a Firewoman in the NFS.
www.devonheritage.org/Places/Plymouth/Plymouth5GtoI.htm
However CWGC database lists her as a civilian.
Name:GIFFORD, ALICE JESSICA
Date of Death:03/07/1944
Additional information:at Plymouth.
Reporting Authority:PLYMOUTH, COUNTY BOROUGH
CWGC www.cwgc.org/search/casualty_details.aspx?casualty=3102436
I was out hunting for hinges for the SSC and had just parked in the car park for Leatherhead's church hall and heard the approach of something big and meaty . Dashed out to the road expecting to see some American Muscle coming - maybe a Corvette Stingray , a Ford Mustang or even a Dodge Challenger R/ T , but NO it was a Ferrari not sounding like a Ferrari to my mind .
Not being a Ferrari fan I do not know what marque this is and can only guess it comes from about 50s/60s , but I could be wrong .
Anyone out there with more than an idea please chip in !!
The third beautiful day in a row in Manchester ... doesn't she know she's got a rainy reputation to live upto? :)))))
Gorgeous frosty morning so we dashed to the park and found these beautiful dried flowers with amber buds. I saw lots of these in Italy last year - they always look like they've exploded - and they're so photogenic.
The texture is another one from Kim Klassen's new series ... it's a beauty.
... four photos merged.
Three hundred feet (90m) tall and almost as wide, Rainbow Bridge was carved by water. One creek dashed against a fin of Navajo sandstone that blocked its path. In time it cut a hole through the rock.It’s a sacred place to Hopi, Zuni, Paiute, Ute, and Navajo. Diné creation stories tell of a rainbow turned to stone to serve as a safe pathway over a river.
picture from: Cox collection
info from: Ships Nostalgia
The fifth ship to be named “Eastgate” built by Turnbull and Scott 1957
Shell 'K' or 'H' type vessel.
turbine product tanker 12166grt
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British tanker ‘Eastgate’ under attack at Vung Ro bay june 6 1968.
story as told by W.T. Alexander
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It promised to be an interesting stay in Vung Ro right from the start.
As we where mooring up to the sea buoys a US Navy destroyer at the entrance to the bay started lobbing 5-inch shells over us and the surrounding hills.
This made us look questioningly at the 2 members of the US Army who where taking samples of our JP4 cargo prior to discharging.
“Don’t you worry non son. There is a bit of battle goin on over them thar hills. But thars 10000 Koreans in them hills and Charlies scared shitless of them Koreans”
He the regaled us with stories of Koreans taking Viet Cong heads and sticking them on poles outside their bases. It all sounded very reassuring.
I was 17 years old and training to be an officer in the British Merchant Marine.
This was my first trip to sea and life was exciting. I’d joined the Eastgate just a couple of weeks before in Hong Kong. From there we had sailed to Singapore to load JP4 and other petroleum products for the United States Military in Vietnam.
Vung Ro was a small port south of Qui Nhon.
There where 4 bouys to berth a tanker a short distance from the shore. The tanker discharged through a submarine pipeline attached to a buoy. This pipeline supplied an airbase inland.
A jetty for cargo ships was just north of the base. These berths where occupied by the “American Scientist” and another US merchant vessel.
The day passed quickly with lots of things happening. A cliff face was blown up by the army engineers. A blast which knocked all of us interested spectators back two paces. Then two Hueys landed on the beach and some very nice looking young ladies stepped out and where escorted into the camp.
Our two resident army radio operators informed us of a strip show at the base that evening and if any of the crew where interested they would whistle up a boat. Well amazingly enough most of the crew where interested. So those who could get the time off duty duly went ashore and where royally treated by our American hosts.
Unfortunately I was not one of the chosen few but you can’t win them all.
I came on watch at midnight to find all was quiet.
Andy, my sidekick, informed me that pumping had been stopped due to a suspected hole in the pipeline and the hole was to be investigated the next morning. Sounded good to me.
0130. I was on the poop on a routine fire watch, looking over towards the base ashore.
A flash and a shower of silver sparks form the middle of the base followed immediately by an explosion, followed by another, and another. I got to thinking that this shouldn’t be happening.
I went back midships to see the 2nd Officer who was also of the opinion that this was not usual. The 2/O hit the alarm bells whilst I went to let the Captain know what was happening.
The Chief Officer started to organize the disconnection of the pipeline and attaching it to the buoy ready for use next time. Andy and I where sent off to make sure the ships blackout was complete whilst the Captain was conferring with the two radio operators as to the next move.
Meanwhile a mortar round exploded close to the bow of the “American Scientist”.
Many of the crew jumped overboard whilst others left the ship on the landward side. They ran along the jetty but 2 shells landed at the shore end of the jetty and they turned and ran back to the ship.
When I got back on deck after checking the blackout I found all the engineers on deck with lifejackets.
I asked the 3rd engineer what was going on and he said the Captain had told them to get ready to abandon ship.
What had happened was that the Captain was a bit unsure of what to do and had asked the American radio operators. The operators had lost touch with the shore and where unhappy about sitting on top of 12.000 tons of JP4 with mortar shells flying around the place. So they had advised getting everyone ashore.
Whilst the Captain considered the Chief Engineer, an old gnarled Scotsman with a limp, stormed up to him and told him in no uncertain terms “Captain you’r not abandoning this fucking ship”.
This had the effect of pulling the Captain out of his uncertainty and ordered the Chief to get the engines ready for leaving.
Our problem was that there was no emergency evacuation plan for leaving the port. We had lost touch with all other units and the local patrol boats where busy picking up the men in the water from the “American Scientist”. Ashore there was nu letup in the assault on the base with the sound of the mortar shells being joined by that of small arms fire.
Finally we where ready for off. We had to let our mooring ropes go from the ship as there where no boats available to let them go from the buoys. This would add to the hazards of leaving because of the risk of the ropes fouling the propeller.
We let go one from each buoy, but then came the next problem. The “American Scientist” had let go her moorings and was manoeuvring to leave the bay. It was far too dangerous to have 2 large vessels manoeuvring in such confined waters at night, blacked out, and in the middle of a battle. So we had to wait.
In the mean time helicopter gunships had arrived and where spraying the hillside above the base with gunfire and rockets. This was hugely spectacular and worth waiting to see.
So we where all stand by waiting to complete unmooring as soon as the “American Scientist” was clear. The only crew members who where not at their stations where our Arab firemen who where under the port lifeboat with packed suitcases. They where eventually driven back down the engine room by the 2nd Engineer.
I was up on the bridge as the order was finally given to let go the remaining mooring lines and leave the bay. A manoeuvre which the Captain did brilliantly, his former nerves now seemingly well settled. Our American radio operators still couldn’t get in touch with the base and where more than a little worried sat on the deck on the bridge wing. Our Captains remark to Dave Piggott the helmsman when we finally cleared the bay was “I don’t know about you Piggot but I think I need a new pair of underpants” Bit of a wag at times our Captain.
And so we spent the night a safe distance offshore to see what the morning would bring.
And the following morning, still no radio contact with the base, so we continued our offshore patrol.
Later in the day we received a message from Shell Tankers that we where to proceed to Qui Nhon to complete the discharge. But then the next problem. Most of our mooring ropes where still attached to the bouys in Vung To Bay and the Captain was loatch to go without them.
So we headed back towards the bay to see if we could get them back. As we approached the bay one of the patrol boats dashed out and a chap with a megaphone demanded to know “what the fuck are you doing here with that ship Captain ?”
The Captain explained that we had been told to go to Qui Nhon but could we have our ropes back first please.
Eventually a party of our crew went into the bay on the patrol boat and towed the mooring ropes out and we said goodbye to our radio men who seemed quite relieved to be off.
From there we sailed to Qui Nhon. Three days later we passed Vung Ro on the way back to Singapore. We could see fighter bombers attacking the hills to the north of the bay. And so it went on.
Postscript
About 8 years later I was on a chemical tanker sailing from Newhaven to Elizabethport. The pilot for Long Island Sound turned out to be the Captain of the other merchant vessel that was berthed alongside the “American Scientist” and a regular runner into Vung Ro.
Het told me that the Koreans had been moved from the hills around Vung Ro but no one had thought to inform the American troops of this fact. They thought they where well protected but where not.
The other thing he told me was that the “American Scientist” had a large quantity of napalm on board hence the crew reaction to the near miss.
W.T. Alexander
Hornsea England
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"Eastgate" sunk 30.3.1973
as a result of a collision when approaching Hong Kong at night.
With the French mv “Circea”.
fire amidships and 3 crewmembers lost their lives.
Total loss and delivered to ship breakers at Kaohsiung 3 months later.
There was some really nice stormclouds over the Irish sea yesterday evening. I spotted them out of my kitchen window so I dashed out to try and capture a few shots. By the time I got to take this, the cloud had passed by on its way to South West Scotland which you can just see on the horizon.
Comet Neowise and The Plough from the road at Long Man Moor as it crosses from Teesdale over to Weardale, County Durham. Dazed, kamikaze rabbits ambled and dashed this way and that along the roadside and owls stared us down from their rabbit roadkill and flapped reluctantly off to perch in nearby trees until we'd passed. Jupiter, Saturn and Mars held court in the southern sky and the ISS sailed overhead- twice! - while we were out. A magic night.
My new EF25 extension tube arrived today so I bolted it onto the 100mm macro and dashed out into the garden between showers.
We've been out of town the last few days. More pics and stories in the next few days.
We had some airline points that were going to be expiring and free hotel stays that were burning a hole in our pocket, so we dashed off to Victoria, British Columbia for a couple of days. No big plans, just to 'wallow' in a place that, in Canadian terms, is a little tropical.
Despite the fact that the wind chill had us dipping down into the minus twenties this morning - when I saw the sun peek through the trees at exactly 10:20 AM - I quickly threw on my parka, boots, and hat, and dashed out the door to capture it. The sun-doggy to the right of the sun was an added bonus. I also like the way the sun reflected off the surface of the snow. I didn't linger too long after I captured this image - I have no desire to be flash frozen.
Well, if there's a fence in the picture, it can only mean one thing....... FRIDAAAAAAAAY :D
Yeah, we all made it another week :)
I got this shot during the summer on a day out to the Roe Valley Country Park, Limavady. This cheeky little squirrel dashed across the path in front of us and hopped up unto the fence and proceeded to hurdle every post as he sped away. I'm not exactly sure what spooked him to start with.... hope it wasn't the incessant clicking of my camera LOL
Hope you all enjoy your weekend, stay safe my friends, and thank you so much for the amazing comments left on my previous photos :)
His projects ended, his selfish hopes dashed and his mind as lost and confused as always, Stephan pays a small fortune to have his body rejuvenated once again. Now past 55 years of age, he has his appearance drastically changed so he looks like he's in his late twenties or early thirties.
When he leaves the surgery tanks, he transfers the entirety of his remaining fortune to his wife and daughter, and makes his way to the Apocalypse ruins, seeking to both loose himself and remake himself.
Another one from the recent Jurassic Coast mission with Pip and Dave. Possibly one of the best-known sights of the British coast, any landscape trip to Dorset usually includes a visit to Durdle Door! I snapped a few of the "standard" composition from further around the beach, but wasn't doing as well as I wanted to - it's a shot that's become almost a "standard", and there's no way I can come close to the efforts of some of the other flickr members out there. Anyway, time was pressing (i.e. we had to get back to the car before the parking meter ran out!), but as I was leaving I spotted this rock and thought, "I haven't seen that composition before" (or maybe "ooh, there's a possible foreground rock for a nice generic portrait-oriented coastal landscape" as Dave would so kindly put it :P). So I squeezed off a couple of shots then dashed up the steps to the top of the cliff. Turns out the rush wasn't necessary - Pip was still shooting some silly long exposure with his 10-stop ND and I had pleeeenty of time to wait before he was done there... ;-)
The shot:
- Canon EOS 400D/Digital Rebel XTi
- Sigma 10-20mm f/4.5-5.6 EX DC HSM @ 11mm
- 0.5 seconds @ f/16, ISO100, Manual mode
- Cokin P-series 3-stop soft ND grad filter (P121S) (athough this might've been a 2-stop hard ND grad, P121M - I forget now!) and P-series circular polariser (P164)
- Manfrotto 055XPROB tripod with 322RC2 joystick grip ball head
Processing:
- Slight exposure and WB adjustments in Adobe Camera Raw
- Removed a strand of seaweed from the foreground rock
- Shadows/Highlights on L channel
- Selective Curves and an overall Curves layer in Lab mode for colour and contrast
- Curves layers with blend modes for some slight dodging and burning
- Slight colour and contrast boosts with Lab blend modes
- Local contrast boost with USM on L channel
- Resized and selectively sharpened with USM on L channel
My friend and I headed to DW to be there for sun-up. Our expectations/hopes were dashed by cold and overcast conditions.
We still enjoyed our time there.
This is a very last minute shot. At 8 o'clock tonight I suddenly remembered Macro Mondays and so I dashed out to get something in the last of the daylight and found a couple of snails getting to know each other.
I'm not 100% happy with this one, but posting just because I haven't missed a theme this year
HMM!
I didn't know anything about this today, but luckily arrived in Carnforth on the right train at the right time to see the Royal Train parked up behind the station. A quick check of HRH Prince of Wales' agenda revealed he was attending something in Carlisle and Windermere today, which meant it was almost certainly headed north. With this in mind, I dashed off to Yealand with my eyes locked on to RTT maps. I was first to post this working before it had even set off, just to give anyone else a heads up. All in all a very successful day, albeit very long and tiring after a 5am start. However I did manage a few extra bits n bobs which I didn't intend on getting, as well as seeing 4 class 67's in one day!! Don't know when the last time that happened was!! The other shots will follow shortly.
This is the 1z39 Carnforth-Carlisle, conveying HRH Prince Charles. It would later return to Wolverton ECS.
L303 has a former CSX CW40-9 in tow as they descend into the Thornapple River valley in Cascade. The Dash 9 was sold to a company based over in Wixom, MI that is developing a carbon capture system for locomotive exhaust.
Film of adventure here :
I was knackered… Another long week and being held up at 11pm in bridge traffic meant a 1am finish on the Thursday night – could I really be bothered heading for a wild camp about a 2hour drive away on a Friday evening? Maybe just relax, crack open a beer and watch the footy?
The good forecast saw me dump the beer and footy idea and I was soon on a familiar road headed for Glencoe. “90% chance of cloud free summits” one forecast read, with others along a similar vein. Pulling up at the car park under Stob Coire Raineach, I questioned my sanity. Cloud filled the sky as I watched the que of traffic coming off the hill. However, I eventually sorted myself out and was soon ascending the path to the bealach on Buachaille Etive Beag. Last time I had visited it was snowy and blowing a hooly! This time the wind was lighter and the ground was green and not white. Physically I was feeling strong, mentally – I was exhausted….
I sat at the twin cairn gaping at the cracking view to the big Buachille and eventually dragged myself up to start the final ascent to the summit of Stob Coire Raineach. I had planned on another camp on Chrulaiste – however I guessed it would be busy with the forecast and the weekend looming. I was hoping for a quiet time up here
The ascent is a little rocky in places from the bealach, but I was soon on the top taking in the views. At first glance I thought I would easily find a pitch with numerous grassy spots, however finding a place with grass and no rocks proved impossible. Eventually I succumbed and relied on the air ground sheet to do its best. Had I had my old rolly up ground matt, I’d have been in trouble ;)
Tent up, tea on and sunset was approaching. That wasn’t the only thing approaching – cloud was hugging the summits now and any thoughts of a spectacular sunset were dashed! 20.45 and I headed to bed- knackered!
Usually I sleep poorly on wild camps but tonight I slept soundly…. Until 03.49 am! I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming but the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh of propellers and engine noise was growing to the point that I eventually literally jumped out of the tent thinking the helicopter was about to join me inside. The cloud hadn’t cleared and the helicopter passed up the glen with it spot light illuminating a huge triangle of space. This wasn’t good, I hope all involved are safe and well. Watching in the darkness from the summit I could see the rescue operation unfold for the next hour somewhere in the darkness towards the top of Beinn Fhada. Once again it shows the bravery and dedication these heros go through to help someone likely to be a stranger.
I headed back to bed hoping that all involved were ok.
Sunrise was due at 06.15, so I set the alarm for 5.15, but for the first time, I slept right through it!! I woke with about 10 minutes to spare. At first glance it was still cloudy and I contemplated going back to sleep. However I thought I better check the eastern horizon – just in case! I was glad I did because the sunrise was spectacular… In a frenzied 10 minute spell, I fumbled with lenses and tripod’s and got the camera set up just in time to watch the sun illuminate the clouds and then rise over the banks of fog that covered Rannoch Moor – an amazing sight! It was over just as quickly as it arrived and I was soon checking my weather app. Blues skies forecast – mmmmmm – Not here, not now and in fact the low cloud rolled in reducing visibility to zero – time to head off… I descended quickly into the gloom and was back at the car for about 09.30.
We celebrated to see the mountains again.
Their smudged, gray-blue outlines, dashed with gray-blue snow, clinging against the horizon, smashed against the sky.
A trembling of hearts.
They're back, we said, and laughed a bit, and peered through dirt-stained glass at their time-carved bodies,
none of us admitting how much we missed their steady, distant, tremulous bulk, a barrier to time and man, protecting us from being squashed against the earth
like hard-bodied bugs, keeping the empty sky from crush,
crushing us until the air burst our bodies like vacant husks.
We sought them like signposts of idealized home, the giants which prophecy our endless space.
We knew where we were.
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I wrote that months ago, on the way back from a conference in New Mexico, as we crossed the border back into Colorado and saw the Rocky Mountains to our west again. I live my life ringed by mountain ranges, that connect the earth and sky, keep me safe and small.
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Three short stories from this week:
One day this week, just before midday, I went out into the garden to fill the next garden bag with shredded cane in the beautiful sunshine. I hadn't really been out yet when Timmy had already left our bed to take the opportunity to help Daddy in the garden 😉 The first thing he did was climb onto the valerian pot. Nothing to see yet, but he can probably smell it already. Then I cut off the first stake reed, which is up to 3 metres long. When I hold it over the garden sack to cut it, the top end wags around on the lawn. Of course, Timmy can't miss this invitation. Off we go, happily pulling up stakes 😊 Without his "help", the work would be done twice as quickly. But we had much fun 😊
Yesterday after lunch I was getting ready for my nap when Timmy came in. He had a quick sniff at all four bowls of the 24by7 buffet, but his tiredness got the better of his hunger and he went to bed, where he lay down at the foot of the bed. I also went to bed and told him with explanatory hand movements that he had to come up to me if he wanted to be stroked. He stared at me, but nothing happened. I tried several times, but he stayed lying down, always staring at me. Then I closed my eyes and thought "if you don't want it, you've already got it". A few moments later, I heard him get up and come over to me. He lay down so that I could stroke his lower half, which I then did.
The moral of the story: sometimes you just have to give in if you want to be stroked 😊😊
Now to the story with Timmy's lookout ladder. Recently it rained quite heavily. Afterwards, the water was standing on the tiles in front of the ladder. When I entered the terrace, I saw Timmy sitting on the left in front of the bridge and whistled to him. He set off briskly, under the fence and then, as always, he dashed through our garden, up the three steps in one leap and then ... he wanted to jump onto the ladder in one jump to cuddle me. But because of the thick film of water, he had no grip and slid very quickly towards the ladder. I thought he was going to crash into the round strut - there's just under 14 cm between the strut and the ground. But no - he stretched his legs, pressed his head and bum to the ground and slid under the strut on his belly. He then managed to turn left while scrambling to his feet and avoid colliding with the ladder steps.
And the moral of the story: if you jump into the blue, you should have very good reflexes 😊😊😊😊
You never get bored with a Katerchen like Timmy :-)))
Happy Caturday 27.1.2024 "features"
I saw the sky was complete blood red from where I live and i dashed out of the house to grab a photo. By the time I got to where I needed to be it was between twilight and sunset. So I ended up getting both phases in the same photo. It turned out pretty awesome looking. Unfortunately I ran out so fast I forgot my tripod. Oh well.
Here's a memory of the relatively few public outings of the incredible four-cylinder Pacific 18 316 with its 2,10 m driving wheels.
On October 4, 1997 it pulled a special to Nürnberg. My friend Jörg and I jumped at the chance to shoot the train at Weinsberg with its semaphore signals. The train had a scheduled stop at Weinsberg to meet a regular passenger train. We thought that shooting at both ends would be viable. It was.
We were right in time for the departure. We left the car on the "dark side", dashed across the tracks and joined the photoline.
A cracked wheel sidelined the 18 316 permanently a few years later. It remains a display at the Mannheim Technoseum.
The following day I decided to push myself harder and hike up to the 5 lake hike trail to spend some time quiet time just ambling around and photographing whatever took my fancy. With all my photo gear plus the essentials I was carrying much more weight than I'd normally take with me on a hike. The conditions were good though, so it was tiring, but still very enjoyable.
My furthest destination was Stellisee and shortly before that I hit the snow line and my progress slowed to a crawl. Battling through it, I eventually made it to the lake, only to find it completely frozen over and my original plans for a composition were dashed. Too tired now to walk around the lake, I instead set up the camera on the near side and see if I could find an image that reflected my experience of being there, all alone.
Committed to Kodak Tmax 400 using a 4x5" Wista field camera and 150 mm lens. Developed using Ars-Imago FD 1:39, dev. time as per the massive dev chart, and scanned with an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro. Dust cleaning and final contrast in Photoshop.
Went on a sunrise mission. First of all I was 4 minutes late for the best show. And I should have turned left to the Lake because the real show was there. Instead I headed to where I used to live with the river view. After that I dashed over to the Lake. lol
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An afternoon spent chasing the light and the tide
I started off in Whitburn as I really wanted some more shots of the arches sadly I timed the tide wrong so it would of been suicide to try and get where I wanted to be.
I then thought I haven't got any shots of Charley's Garden with a high tide so I dashed over there and it was too high :-( so I ended up following the light down to St Mary's for sunset. I cant stay away from this place at the moment its such a great location with so many shots to be had.
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Explore #14 Thanks everyone for all the kind comments :-)
We had some airline points that were going to be expiring and free hotel stays that were burning a hole in our pocket, so we dashed off to Victoria, British Columbia for a couple of days. No big plans, just to 'wallow' in a place that, in Canadian terms, is a little tropical.
A Black Country pub was left looking like an “earthquake scene” after the building was hit by an out of control car.
Five people were taken to hospital after the accident which demolished part of The Railway Inn, Pedmore Road, Lye, Stourbridge, to collapse.
Firefighters and rescue workers today said the aftermath of the smash resembled an “earthquake.”
The crash happened at 11.40 last night. The driver, a man in his mid-20s, remained in a critical condition today. The others, three females and a male, were treated for minor injuries at both Selley Oak and City Hospitals.
Specialist rescue teams had to fight their way into the crumbling pub to check if anyone was trapped inside.
The front left of the pub was demolished and the bedroom had collapsed into the road leaving a gaping hole in the front of the building. Furniture could today be seen tumbling out of the front of the building.Onlookers were this morning taking photos of the devastating damage on their mobile phones.
The car involved, a Seat Lyon, was still at the scene at 9am today. Its front bonnet was completely crumpled and firefighters had cut the roof and doors off to get to the people inside.
A neighbour who lives opposite, Mr Brian Westwood, aged 71, of Pedmore Road, said he heard a loud bang and rushed out of his bed to his window to see what had happened.
“I thought a car had crashed, which has happened here before. I dashed to the window and saw the car. I couldn’t believe a car had caused so much damage. People came out of the pub to lift bricks and rubble off the car and then the building fell in.
“I saw a big piece of brickwork hanging which then fell onto the people below and I though they might have been injured.”
Mr Westwood added it took fire crews more than an hour to free people from the wreckage of the Seat.
The latest woolly creation courtesy of MIJU Wools, Gloucester, in honour of the Coronation of HM King Charles III on 6th May, 2023.
I spotted on my Facebook feed that they'd installed it today, so dashed out to get a photo before the weather spoiled it or it was vandalised (yes, there are spiteful people out there who think it's clever to ruin other people's pleasure).
God Save the King!
DASHED - GOOD VIBES - FULL FACE 70% (new)
GOREGLAM 'Noire' Eyeshadow EVO X HD (add)
6. LOTUS. Romance Lips [boxed]
S-CLUB JEANIE FATPACK - 120123
Pure Poison - Serena Nails and Rings - Unpack
(Yummy) Pearl Strand Knot Necklace
she sleepwalked into the living room, sat on the couch and began brushing her hair with the dvd remote. I dashed for the camera and got back just as she discarded the remote in disgust.
Still asleep I handed her the remote again, and said "here you are, brush your hair" hoping for a photo but she threw it down and began brushing her hair vigorously with her hands... still funny but not as funny as with the remote
That morning was so hard for me to get up and shoot. Why? Well...I stayed in a bunk house close by the desert playa and kept having issues getting the door to fully lock. Fast forward into the dead of night when the winds pick up and BOOM I hear a giant slam. I opened my blurry eyes and think to myself that's weird I can see my car and why am I so cold? Was my door haunted...I don't know but holy crap it was loud as it swung wide open I never got the bunk house warm again that night so at about 2 am I hopped in the car and decided to keep it running so I could keep my toes. In my sleepy stuper I set an alarm to shoot sunrise that I most happily hit the snooze on and when I did finally wake it was literally minutes before the light was going to go off. I dashed out onto the playa, found my frozen mudcracks and witnessed some pretty cool light shortly after. This was my favorite moment from that morning.
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The fact that this image came out OK amazed me, as it was taken on a heavily overcast, snowy morning with low visibility (26 April 2014). My camera kept focusing on the snowflakes, but I'm glad that at least one of the photos worked.
We certainly had a mix of weather last weekend. On the day this photo was taken, a few of us had gathered to go on a birding drive south of the city, but weren't sure whether to cancel the trip. We drove to the edge of the city to check out a huge pond, but it was decided that the visibility was just not going to be good enough, so the trip was postponed. Two of us did drive some of the backroads just south of the city and the snow did stop for a while, but the light was not good. I really appreciated the drive, though, as we went on a few roads that I don't drive, but now will feel confident to do so. Thanks so much, Terry! We had a few nice sightings, including a Moose, a Snow Goose (possibly a Ross's Goose) that I didn't see, and a distant flock of about 60 Mountain Bluebirds which was a real treat. The Yellow-headed Blackbirds are now back, joining the Red-winged Blackbirds that I believe arrived first. Feels so good to have them back again!
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/red-winged_blackbird/id?utm_s...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red-winged_Blackbird
The weather forecast for the next five days is mixed precipitation, light snow or snow-rain showers. Not quite the way one wants to welcome the month of May, but we can't complain. Compared to all those people who are suffering and continue to suffer the loss of loved ones and loss of homes and businesses, thanks to air or sea tragedies and the tremendous nightmare from tornado damage, we here in Alberta are very fortunate. My thoughts go out to all those who are going through such terrible times.
If I suddenly disappear off Flickr, it will be because of anti-virus software problems that surfaced this morning. No part of McAfee worked - anything I clicked on did nothing. There was no McAfee to be seen! When I bought my computer, it already had this anti-virus software installed on it. I have to remove it so that I can install Norton (that I've always used before). Just hope I manage to remove all the bits and pieces from the present one, or the new one won't work. Later: dashed out immediately to buy the software I normally use, and thank goodness, it seems to have installed successfully. Relief! Which was short-lived, as I find that now my printer won't work after installing Norton Anti-virus. Aren't computers fun?
PATIENCE
Steer the ship as you will, if the rocks are for you, find them you will. And when the sun shines brightest, into an ordinary day, the storm will come, and sweep you away.
No place to run, nowhere to hide, the ghost is in you. And the dream, the dream that you held, the one that kept you afloat, is dashed on the rocks. It leaks love and it's lemon drips drops.
Over and over, the cycle repeats, the same dream, themes, like a life of endless repeats. The message is clear, but falls on deaf ears. For the cage that was built, is lovely and sweet.
You have sailed, set forth, fought, but each time you die, you always survive. The clock ticks, but who notices time. What is this reason and rhyme.
Running, falling, climbing, basking in glory, failure or success, it's never enough. Love seeps under the door, I watch it go by. I know it's name, it's written in shame.
I am not what I love, I am tied to the chair. The room is filled with the empty of plenty, paid for with sweat, tears and the blood of my fears.
Then you walk in the door . . . . . . .
From ""The Book That Dreams"
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