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Exploitant : Transdev Ecquevilly
Réseau : Plaine de Versailles
Ligne : 75
Lieu : Gare de Marly-le-Roi – Parvis (Marly-le-Roi, F-78)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/vehicule/58108
HMS Exploit is an Archer-class (or P2000) patrol vessel of the British Royal Navy, built in Woolston by Vosper Thornycroft and commissioned in 1988.[1][2] She is assigned to the Royal Navy Coastal Forces Squadron, carrying out a range of activities both in the U.K. and overseas.
Pictured here operating in the Solent, off Portsmouth, Hampshire UK
The exploits of Quick & Flupke, gamins de Bruxelles.
90 years ago, in 1930 (a year after Tintin), Hergé invented two ketjes Bruxellois, Quick & Flupke.
Though created by the same clear line that also made Tintin,
their adventures are more mischievous and less international.
They're mostly situated on the streets of the old Marolles neighbourhood
and somehow include outwitting police officer 15
or any other form of authority.
Our Super Heroes !
Exploitant : SETRAM
Réseau : SETRAM
Ligne : 5
Lieu : Saint-Martin (Le Mans, F-72)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/id/5895
An old abandoned house with its' side fallen out. This is on an island that was resettled in the 1960's. It reminded me of a little girls doll house.
We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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Prise vers 1960 ?
Motrice 1
Ligne à voie métrique de 4,5 km de longueur qui reliait la cité côtière de Mataró (30km au nord de Barcelone) avec la ville industrielle à proximité de Argentona. Inaugurée en mai 1928. L’exploitation a commencé avec trois motrices 2 essieux construites par Lladro y Cuñat de Valence. Au cours des années, quatre motrices sont achetées d’occasion de provenances diverses. La no 4 (re)construite localement par l’entreprise Juan Torrent Gisper. Les motrices no 5 et no 6 sont des ex-Barcelona no 349 et no 355 de 1904, du constructeur Carde y Escoriaza acquises en 1950. la no 7 de Thomson-Houston de 1919, achetée au réseau de Gijon. Celle-ci, souvent en panne, a été stockée longtemps à l'arrière du dépôt de Mataro. L’exploitation a cessé en 1966.
Chevigny St Sauveur (Bourgogne - Côte d'Or)
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With the UFA Invasion underway, dozens of Eurasian bunkers had been raided and decimated. One base in particular, though, had an increased amount of activity. Curious of this, the UFA sent pathfinders to find out what significance this commotion was. Upon entering the facility unnoticed, a couple of rebel leaders were being tortured, and soon after one of them was executed for noncompliance. The pathfinders were shocked at this discovery, since the rebels and Eurasians shared similar goals. What was really going on? The pathfinders became unaware of their movements, and alerted the guards of their position. Communication to UFA headquarters were soon disrupted, and the secret of this seeming betrayal died after the bombing of this facility soon after.
Very fun to get back into the swing of things, and to continue this storyline for the World In Darkness group from Everette. Made this quick scene in one night since I've been busy with music and schoolwork. I had two sets of lighting, and couldn't only post one of them, so you'll get both :))
Autrefois, l’exploitation du goémon, dont on extrayait la soude et celle du granit qui a permis de construire tant d’infrastructures portuaires des côtes françaises comme anglaises, assurait aux îles une population permanente importante.
Au milieu du XIXe siècle, Chausey abrite jusqu’à 500 carriers, la majorité était des granitiers bretons.
Ce sont les moines du Mont Saint-Michel qui, les premiers, ont exploité le granit de Chausey.
Sa réputation est telle qu’il sert à la construction des manoirs du Cotentin, à la réalisation des quais des ports de Dieppe et de Londres, au pavage des trottoirs du Paris haussmannien, ou à la reconstruction de Saint-Malo en 1949.
Les algues, qui abondent dans les fonds marins de l’archipel, ont aussi constitué une matière première importante pour la fabrication de la soude entrant dans la composition du verre ou des savons.
The Exploited performing live at The Rock
Copenhagen, Denmark; April 24, 2011
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Some little while ago a Flickr friend, Oliver Lane, asked if I would look at a ship he had served in.
Naturally I did and I have produced my interpretation of Oliver's ship, HMS Exploit.
Reached the top of Heygate Bank which rises out of Rosedale Abbey in the North York Moors.
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Exploitant : Transdev Boucle des Lys
Réseau : IDF Mobilités – Saint Germain Boucles de Seine
Ligne : 21
Lieu : Gare de Marly-le-Roi – Bèque (Marly-le-Roi, F-78)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/vehicule/29312
Bon, une fois n'est pas coutume je vais vous balancer une petite histoire. Malheureusement j'ai pas pu la mettre en entière ça aurait été trop long du coup elle sera postée partie par partie de temps en temps.
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Chaque territoire possède ses histoires, ses drames, ses exploits et ses légendes. Les Terres d'Auroch ne dérogent pas à cette règle et laissez-moi vous conter celle de la reine des marais et de sa rencontre avec un aventurier itinérant. C'est une histoire d'amour et de haine, de non-dit et du temps qui passe.
Pour contextualiser le tout, laissez-moi vous parler des marécages perdus dans les tréfonds d'Auroch. Ce sont des terres hostiles pour la plupart des formes de vie qui existent et ceux qui ont su perdurer là-bas sont des survivants de survivants, de survivants... Pendant de nombreux siècles, les hommes des marais se sont fait la guerre avec les 'Squ'uirls', les hommes-lézards autochtones originels. Les premiers se sont réfugiés dans ces terres au cours des époques pour fuir les massacres, pillages et pour ceux dont le dernier espoir était celui de s'abandonner dans les brumes. Les Squ'uirls n'ayant pas bien vu ces nouvelles créatures venues prendre leur maigre ressource, pour de nombreux humains ce fut l'ultime étape avant de disparaitre à tout jamais jusqu'au jour où le grand-père de Silicia, actuelle reine de la forteresse , mit un terme à ces mortelles querelles. Meilleur diplomate que guerrier, il partit voir le chef du plus grand clan des Squ'uirls pour lui proposer de partager les marais. Les humains prendraient possession des bordures des immenses terres des marais et laisseraient tout le coeur de ces derniers aux Squ'uils. Ainsi, ils empêcheraient d'autres humains et créatures de parvenir jusqu'au coeur du territoire, quand bien même certains seraient assez fous pour en avoir l'envie, et ils s'occuperaient de faire le relais entre les territoires extérieurs et le leur, notamment au niveau du commerce. Les Squ'uilrs bénéficieraient d'un accès à plus de ressources grâce aux marchands humains , eux, peuplades solitaires ayant coupé contact avec toutes les autres races d'Auroch et profiteraient d'une première ligne de défense humaine en cas de conflit. Au fil des années, le chef des Squ'uilrs et Aubas, le grand-père de Silicia forgèrent une réelle amitié et finirent par décider d'unir leurs forces et de créer la Forteresse, place forte unissant Squ'uilrs et humains afin de faire prospérer leurs intérêts devenus communs. Les humains, bien plus expérimentés et meilleurs diplomates que leurs reptiles cousins furent naturellement désignés pour s'occuper des tâches de direction, nommant à fortiori Silicia dès sa naissance comme la première Reine de la Forteresse. Ne revons pas, tous les Squ'uilrs n evivaient pas ces rapprochements d'un bon oeil, surtout les anciens chefs et autres reptiles dont l'autorité fut remis en cause par cette alliance, mais le plus grand nombre, humain comme Squ'uilrs, purent profiter des nombreux avantages de ce rapprochement qui bien que fragile purent offrir un refuge durable et un avenir prometteur pour les survivants de ces terres.
Les marécages perdus d'Auroch sont de vastes étendues de bourbiers en tout genre. Il faudrait être fou ou désespéré pour vouloir s'y établir tant les difficultés rencontrées ici sont nombreuses et fatales. L'air y est putride, pratiquement irrespirable, la décomposition des nombreux corps et végétaux faisant planer comme un voile brumeux tantôt opaque tantôt éparse, mais toujours toxique. Les moustiques y sont légion et aiment se régaler à l'heure du coucher du soleil des pauvres âmes qui s'y sont perdues. Le soleil essayant tant bien que mal de se faufiler un chemin à travers ses rayons, mais finissant toujours par se perdre das ce marasme ambiant. Bien sûr l'on peut y croiser des humains, affublés de grandes échasses afin de traverser les nombreux obstacles et pièges et dont l'eau tiède et stagnante rend difficile toute progression, mais il y a aussi comme mentionné avant les Squ'uilrs puis les rares et solitaires hommes-crapauds, quelques gobelins des marais aussi sales que puants, mais le plus grand de tous les dangers était sans conteste "S'worl Vrr" le ver géant des marais. Considéré comme une sorte de dieu par les Squ'uilrs, il était autant craint que respecté. D'une longueur de plusieurs dizaines de mètres et d'une circonférence gigantesque, il avançait sans encombre et dans un mortel silence au gré des étendues d'eau qui parsemaient les marais, bocages et autres mangroves. Si vous l'apercevez alors il était déjà trop tard pour vous pour la plupart du temps, son immense et épaisse bouche vous avalant d'un trait, que vous soyez un homme seul, une compagnie ou une famille en fuite. Il n'était pas rapide, mais tout de même bien plus que tous les habitants de ces terres qui, empêtrés jusqu'aux genoux, n'avaient que le temps de faire leur dernière prière ou de pousser un ultime hurlement. "S'worl Vrr" veut dire "l'estomac vivant" chez les Squ'uilrs et dans leurs croyances ils pensent que d'autres parties du corps de ce Dieu sont aussi vivantes qu'animés et parcours les terres jusqu'à la réunification finale et la fin des temps pour eux. Avant la paix avec les hommes, ils avaient coutume d'offrir les prisonniers qu'ils ne mangeaient pas à S'worl Vrr" afin de calmer son appétit et d'avoir moins à le craindre lors de leurs diverses expéditions. Il n'y avait pas que du mal à sa présence, loin de là même, car les déjections du monstre étaient d'une grande valeur avant pour les Squ'uilrs tout comme pour la forteresse dorénavant. La sorte de limon digéré et mélangé avec tout ce dévorait cet estomac rampant finissait en excrément ayant des propriétés bien particulières. Les pierres de la Forteresse étaient d'ailleurs en majeure partie bâties sur ses déjections reformées en briques, car sous l'effet de la chaleur elles devenaient d'une dureté plus que satisfaisante et surtout étaient imperméables grâce aux sucs de la bête qui s'y étaient mélangée. Facile à former à l'état d'étron, dur comme de la pierre et à l'épreuve de l'eau une fois cuite, la forteresse s'était construite grâce à l'ingéniosité des humains et des Squ'uilrs combinée.
La jeune reine Silicia, dont le nom remontait aux terres d'origine de ses ancêtres, était d'une grande beauté et dont la prestance dénotait farouchement avec la plupart de ses semblables. "On ne vit pas dans une forteresse, on n'y fait que survivre" disait l'adage courant. Pourtant, elle s'évertuait à sa manière à donner ses lettres de noblesse à un lieu où la moindre notion de confort n'était qu'un concept. Elle était la première génération à avoir autant de pouvoir, ses prédécesseurs le partageant encore avec un conseil formé à la fois d'humains et des rares Squ'uilrs érudits ou chefs tribaux. Il avait été décidé que le prochain enfant à venir au sein même de ce conseil serait formé pour être le futur souverain de la Forteresse. La logique aurait voulu que ce soit un Squ'uilr dont la gestation était bien plus courte que celle des humains, mais voilà que Véra, la mère de Silicia était enceinte sans même le savoir depuis plusieurs mois. Les difficultés de la vie dans les marais et le stress ambiant ainsi que le peu de nourriture avait suffi pour que l'enfant décide de se développer dans la plus grande discrétion. Des voix s'étaient fait entendre quant à une probable machination, mais comme l'idée de départ avait été proposée par les Squ'uilrs et notamment le redouté "Crète noire", l'enfant avait été considéré comme un signe de bon présage par les chamanes Squ'uilrs. La mère de Silicia mourut d'épuisement au cours de l'accouchement et son père quelque temps plus tard de la peste des marais qui faisait des ravages durant cette période. Elle fut élevée par le reste du conseil et prise en tutelle par Crète Noire qui lui apprit à être fière et cruelle tout comme l'était les chasseurs 'Mog Hwere', de redoutables Squ'uilrs formés à la traque notamment des pauvres réfugiés qui échappaient encore parfois à la vigilance de la jeune Forteresse.
Mais voilà qu'un beau jour, un jeune aventurier vint se perdre dans cette poisseuse contrée. Les rumeurs d'une forteresse formée par une alliance improbable avaient attisé sa curiosité jusqu'alors insatiable. Les étrangers étaient plus que mal vus dans les frontières de la Forteresse et seuls quelques rares marchands avaient leurs habitudes. La plupart des curieux n'avaient de toute manière par l'occasion d'arriver jusqu'à ce lieu, finissant pour l'immense majorité par rebrousser chemin devant l'inhospitalité de l'environnement quand ce n'était pas plus simplement dans le ventre de S'worl Vrr ou massacré par diverses tribus de Squ'uirls ou de gobelins qui n'avaient pas voulu se rallier à la Forteresse.
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Tuiliere and Sanadoire rocks
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Both of these rocks come from two volcanoes which their profiles have been sharply eroded by glaciers. They used to be part of the Sancy/Monts Dore block.
Only the chimney (Tuilière) and a part of the cone (Sanadoire) are left, separated by a U-shaped valley. They show the limit between the Monts Dore and the Banne d’Ordanche massive and emerge in the “cirque du Chausse” at the foot of the col du Guéry. They border the Fontsalade valley and are formed by 2 lava bases which were relieved by the glacier.
The regular prism, created by the drop in temperature of the lava, is cleaving in thin and regular plates called “Lauze”. It was exploited over a long period of time to cover the roof of houses and churches, giving its name to the Roche Tuilière (1290m high) since “tuile” stands for tile in English. Quarries have now been left out/abandoned for more than a century.
The Roche Sanadoire (1290m high) or « sounding rock » is named that way because the phonolite stone rings out when you hit it. Medieval texts are testifying that a castle used to be on the top/on the summit. It was a hideout for mercenaries, leaded by the English who devastated the region during the 100 years’ war. It is now totally destroyed, , maybe because of the hearth crack of 1477 which has marked the region and even damaged the Orcival Basilica.
Exploitant : STIVO
Réseau : STIVO
Ligne : 29
Lieu : Croix Saint-Jacques (Jouy-le-Moutier, F-95)
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La Rocca di San Silvestro, conosciuta in epoca medievale come Rocca a Palmento, è un villaggio fortificato sorto intorno al X secolo, grazie allo sfruttamento signorile dei ricchi giacimenti minerari, abbandonato dopo il 1347 e finito progressivamente in rovina. E' situata nel comune di Campiglia Marittima e facente parte del Parco Archeominerario di San Silvestro, in versione BN.
San Silvestro Fortless, known in medieval times as a fortress to Palmento, is a fortified village built around the tenth century, thanks to the exploitation of the rich mineral deposits stately, abandoned after 1347 and finished progressively ruined. And 'it situated in the town of Campiglia Marittima and part of Archaeological Park San Silvestro, in BW version.
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The Homestead Act of 1862 allowed settlers to claim land for free as long as they lived on it for five years and made improvements such as building a house. The act brought 75,000 people to Minnesota in its first three years, quickly settling the prairie and displacing the Dakota living there ... Signed by President Abraham Lincoln, the Act provided settlers with 80 or 160 acres of “federal land” — land that had been stolen from or, at the very least, swindled from the Dakota and other Native peoples. The 1862 Homestead Act did not include indigenous peoples. It was not until 13 years later that the Indian Homestead Act would allow them to participate, but then only if they relinquished their tribal identity and relations. Further, many Native Americans were unable to pay the filing fees and the US government issued no waivers. This, coupled with discord and distance between the US Land Office and the Bureau of Indian Affairs, greatly facilitated white land acquisition and settlement.
Moreover, the law was exploited by land speculators and corporations who sought, through fraud and corruption, to accrue land and wealth as quickly and easily as possible. Many used proxy filings to obtain land at $1.25 an acre and then turn around and sell it at much higher rates. Some businesses hired individuals to make a show of settlement for the full five year period, only to give the land to their employer for a prearranged sum. It was a bold and impudent fraud practiced upon a generous nation.
The Homestead Act of 1862 was reflective of an industrious people and a young ambitious nation. The Act itself, however, merely validated sentiments and actions of a nation already set on an inevitable outcome (Manifest Destiny). While such a policy and its results cannot be reversed, it’s imperative upon us, in hindsight, to look beyond our history (in this case the U.S. – Dakota War) as a microcosm of conflicting interests. It was wrought by a narrow-minded vision of conquest and settlement with little thought for the people it conquered and the legacy for those people’s children. As we rethink our world and our values, we should do so with the full understanding of what brought us here.
The unknown story of the broken sea shells collectors
At Udaypur sea beach (3km from Digha at the Bengal-Orissa state border), hundreds of poor villagers (80% of them are women) gather on a particular time of the day at the peak of the low tide. They all carry a small net basket for collecting broken shells following the line of the waves. When the baskets are half-filled they empty their catch at the beach and go back to the waves again. Finally the shells are packed in bags for selling. After two hours of continuous hard work, two people together can fill only a 30-kg bag selling for INR Rs 30 (USD 50 cents) only.
The shells are rich source of calcium carbonate, use in feeder mainly at the India's growing poultry industry. Also, it has great demand in making the white (lime) paint. Traders and middlemen are always waiting to exploit these poor villagers. They make on-the-spot payment, collect the bags and transport them to the local market for a hefty profit of 300% by selling each bag for at least Rs 120 (USD $ 2).
I personally talked to the shell collectors and found no Govt. intervention to stop this exploitation. The state government can easily intervene by forming a cooperative and collecting the shells themselves by their nodal agencies with a reasonable price.
Udaypur Sea Beach, Bay of Bengal
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