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Hidcote Manor Garden is one of England's great gardens. It was the life's passion of one man, self-taught gardener Lawrence Johnston who created his 'garden of rooms' here.
The creator of Hidcote
Lawrence Johnston was born in Paris of American parents. He came to England to study at Cambridge University.
After graduating, he fought for the British Army. He was so badly wounded in the First World War that he was laid out for burial. His colleagues realised that he was still alive only after he moved slightly.
In 1907, Johnston's mother, Mrs Gertrude Winthrop, bought the Hidcote Manor Estate. Johnston came to live at Hidcote and soon took to gardening.
Developing a masterpiece
Johnston spent 41 years creating what would become one of England's most influential 20th-century gardens. He began work in 1907, becoming interested in making a garden out of the fields surrounding the house.
The garden was developed in the fashionable Arts & Crafts style: a series of outdoor 'rooms' offering surprises and discoveries at each turn.
By the 1920s, the transformation was well under way. Johnston employed 12 full-time gardeners to help shape his 10-acre creation. He always took advice and read extensively on the work of eminent gardeners, such as Gertrude Jekyll.
'A garden of rooms'
Johnston designed Hidcote as a series of outdoor 'rooms', which combine sensuous masses of colour with traditional garden crafts such as topiary. Each room has its own distinct atmosphere and character.
The hedges that divide the rooms sprung up due to the plot's exposed aspect. Johnston planted hedges of holly, beech, hornbeam and yew for shelter and structure.
Exotic plants
As well as a gardener, Lawrence Johnston was an accomplished plantsman. The range of plants he used was huge.
In a never-ending quest, he secured rare and exotic species by sponsoring and taking part in plant hunting expeditions. Trips took him to the Alps, Kenya and South Africa. He also plant-swapped with the Australians and the Japanese.
The expeditions introduced over 40 new plants to cultivation in the UK, many of which bear Johnston's name. He was awarded three Awards of Merit by the Royal Horticultural Society for his plant hunting achievements.
The National Trust learns to garden
In 1948, Lawrence Johnston retired to Serre de la Madone, his home on the French Riviera where he had created another spectacular garden.
Hidcote Manor Garden came to the National Trust, the first property acquired specifically for the garden.
While carrying forward the spirit of Lawrence Johnston, Hidcote has changed over time since the 1930s. Lack of funding has led to areas of the garden becoming overgrown and many of Johnston's tender plants being replaced.
'This place is a jungle of beauty. I cannot hope to describe it in words, for indeed it is an impossible thing to reproduce the shape, colour, depth and design of such a garden through the poor medium of prose'
- Vita Sackville-West
For more information about Hidcote Manor Garden, please visit www.nationaltrust.org.uk/hidcote/
Where are you going, and how will you get there? Do you have a plan, an itinerary, and a map? Are you hoping for fun, or looking for adventure? Your future is in your own hands. Make the best of it!
Fani Flamingo is off to see the world, apparently.
“The greatest thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving.” ― Johann wolfgang von Goethe
Philippians 3:13
13 Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead,
The Holy Bible: English Standard Version (Wheaton: Standard Bible Society, 2001), Php 3:13.
For sale at a garage in Nottinghamshire, August 2007.
Extract from Wikipedia,
The Marina was developed under the ADO 28 codename. It was in production from 1971 to 1980 and thereafter as the moderately face-lifted Ital until 1984 when the Morris name was consigned to history. In Australia, it was known as the Leyland Marina, in New Zealand as the Morris 1.7 (for 1979–81, in face-lifted O-Series form), and in South Africa and North America as the Austin Marina.
In the early 1970s, BL decided that conservative, traditionally-engineered cars would be released under the Morris name, while more adventurous cars would be released as Austins or even as new marques — such as the Austin Allegro and Leyland Princess. As a result, the Marina was unadventurous, making use of tried and trusted BMC components derived from the Morris Minor and MGB, and using mainly Triumph Dolomite transmission and running gear. Intended as a stop-gap design until new products were ready later in the 1970s, it was designed by Roy Haynes, the same man who designed the Ford Cortina Mark II, with which it shares some stylistic similarities. Roy Haynes attempted to put forward a system that many manufacturers now use, that of the common floor pan shared between models; the Marina was designed to be the first car utilising this idea. It was looked on as too radical by the management of British Leyland and after a short while Triumph designer Harry Webster was drafted in to push the project forward, Roy Haynes soon leaving the company. This protracted development period and the numerous changes made to the design by the various people working on it had a major effect on the Marina. It meant that the Marina (a car intended to be basic and conventional) cost more to develop than the Austin Allegro, its technically and aesthetically advanced stablemate. This is often held up as a prime example of British Leyland's poor project and cost management. The engines were the venerable A-Series and B-Series units in 1.3 and 1.8 litre capacities, respectively, with rear wheels being driven through a live axle. It featured torsion bar suspension at the front and leaf-spring suspension at the rear, and five body styles, saloon, estate, coupé, pickup and van, the estate coming about almost one and a half years later in late 1972. The TC versions were equipped with a twin carburettor engine similar to that found in the MG MGB for extra performance. These could be fitted with a body kit from BL Special Tuning comprising front and rear spoilers, alloy wheels, extra lighting and other details. A 1.5-litre diesel version, using an engine developed from the B-Series, was offered in Europe.
The car was popular with families and undemanding car buyers, and was available in the typical BL colours of the day — brown, beige, dark limeflower green, dark blue and a characteristically 1970s purple. It was intended to be a competitor to the generally similar Ford Cortina (and to some extent the smaller Escort); the Vauxhall Viva and later Vauxhall Cavalier; and the Hillman Avenger and Hunter. It shared its basic styling with all these cars, adopting a 'trans-atlantic' look that took elements of car styling from contemporary American cars (especially the front-end treatment in the Marina's case) and offered them at a scale acceptable to the European market. As with its mechanics, the Marina was not intended to be visually innovative or particularly interesting — its Austin Allegro stablemate was the entry in that area of the market.
BL was beset with problems including industrial action throughout the period, and the Marina was one of a number of models that suffered. While the BL workers gradually eroded their own employment, manufacturers in Europe and Japan introduced innovative designs (such as the VW Golf) that the Marina and its like were never likely to compete with. The problems were compounded as the cars which were to replace the Marina and BL's other mid-size offerings were delayed again and again (eventually appearing as the Austin Maestro and Austin Montego only in 1983/4). By this point, the idea of separate Austin and Morris ranges had been abandoned: there was not enough money to develop a full range of rear-wheel-drive Morris cars and an equivalent front-wheel-drive (FWD) Austin range and FWD was becoming increasingly acceptable across the market.
There were changes however, albeit small ones. A facelift in 1975 gave the Marina new radiator grilles, dashboard, seats, suspension modifications and increased soundproofing. The overhead camshaft O-Series engine (that also was also used for Leyland Princess) appeared in 1.7 litre form in 1978 to replace the larger B-Series 1.8 models. A changed grille, including driving lights, a front spoiler and redesigned bumpers and rear lights were added to all models.
Under severe financial strain, BL was bailed out by the government in the late 1970s, and Sir Michael Edwardes was brought in to oversee the company. Under his leadership, BL made an attempt to update the Marina, by enlisting the help of Giorgetto Giugiaro's ItalDesign. ItalDesign, however, did not design the car, which was an in-house product—it merely productionized it. The result of this exercise, the 1980 Morris Ital features large rear lamp clusters and a new front end, but the 1971 vintage of the design was obvious. The Ital lasted four years and was replaced by the Austin Montego in early 1984, thus bringing to an end use of the Morris name on passenger cars.
Parade of Prague castle guards in front of Prague castle.
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Running long hood forward, WC GP38-2 #2006 has a train of Schneider trailers in tow as it heads east through LaGrange, on the IHB. This is the former Algoma Central #205 that was built by GMD in April 1981.
As Lothian Region Transport's bus fleet moved more towards complete OPO operation during the 1970s, and event that saw many earlier vehicle types leave the fleet as new ones arrived, there was a series of 'farewell' tours organised by LRT staff and enthusiasts. This trip, on 18 October 1980, was significant as it was the last vehicle of the many hundreds of Leyland Titan type chassis that Edinburgh Corporation Transport had been such enthusiastic purchasers as well as marking an end to crew operation. From now on all vehicles were capable of and operated as one person operation. The bus was one of the batch of 50, forming two deliveries of 25, and this first batch from 1964 having a manual gearbox and vacuum brakes. The Alexander "E" style bodywork also had a forward entrance with doors; a move towards increasing safety in comparison with previous open rear platform buses.
The information sheet issued to those who participated in the tour round the city, that from memory featured many routes from Marine Garage where the bus 665, ASC 665B, spent many years from allocation as new in 1964. Several of this batch later migrated to other garages, replacing even earlier rear entrance PD2/20 type buses, and I remember vehicles such as 665 running one of the bus routes that served our home in Morningside, the 16. The information sheet was edited by LRT staff including A.C.J.; Alan Jamieson. Alan is seen here in the photo - quite possibly having a cigarette break! - and as well as working for ECT and successor LRT Alan was heavily involved in the preservation of many early Edinburgh and Scottish buses alongside such names as Jasper Pettie. The bus used on this tour and seen here, 665, itself survives into preservation.
One of my faves. Pinhole camera on a foggy day, Sherwood Island, Westport CT.
This photo was used by Yahoo in their feature on Pinhole photography. You can see it here: dir.yahoo.com/thespark/240/peek-through-the-pinhole
So here it is 40! Glad to get here. This is my life message. I feel Lucky and privileged to be 40. I've seen in the news and witnessed first hand those that have not. Life's dangerous and difficult. Stick with it. Dig in. Be safe. There's bad days I get it, there's mean people there's dreams that don't always become reality but there's also a lot of good and great stuff. Enjoy the little good things in life. The hug from a loved one the last cookie! When you look back there will be a lot of great things too it's just perspective as you get older you didn't see it when you were younger. Love all my friends and family. For those that believe God bless. For others best wishes going forward.
ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD. - Mira siempre hacia delante.
CUBA 2015 #Cuba2015 #CayoBlanco — en Cayo Blanco - Cuba.
Sometimes the path forward is not as clear as we wish it to be, but forward we must go.
Walking in the woods helps me clear my mind and focus it on what must be done.
Enjoy your week and take time to clear your thoughts a focus on what’s important.
Cheers,
Wade
Crossing Kansas Street, this ex-MoPac Geep heads west, long hood forward, for President's Island on the lead off the CN Memphis Sub in downtown Memphis.
April 2, 093/366 As children, most of us were taught : "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything." I have always believed in taking it one step further. The world would be a better place if we took time to reaffirm, encourage and just say something nice to each other. Which brings me to say, I think it's lovely that of all the photos on flickr, you stopped to look at this one. If you've noticed, the gerbera's petals seem to be saying something to you, too. Listen... carefully, can you hear it? I'm sure it's "Hello, you beautiful person, you!"
In a spandrel of Sheffield Town Hall the Angel of Progress, her robe fastened with a horseshoe magnet, floats in front of power cables holding what looks like some sort of still. Around her fly the names of Wheatstone, Faraday, Davy, Edison and Swan.
#Sheffield Details.
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The snow may be over but the morning commute is just starting. Keolis 400 from Wachusett was spun the night before to be engine inbound for extra protection. The train has just departured Fitchburg station now rolling through CPF-GL. The Arthur J. Ditommaso Memorial Bridge, aka "Little Zakim," provides a backdrop to a cold winter morning.
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Proud to have been one of nearly 100,000 people marching in Madison today to show that we care about families, human rights, and basic decency.
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Larry, Cliff and Rita steady themselves around Niles as the White Room calms and the dazzling white light fades. The lights in the compound return to normal as the silhouetted figure takes a step forwards and stretches high into the air.
Figure: Oh… wow.
They hear the voice of Eric, but struggle to see him as their eyes readjust to the light of the room. They blink, attempting to make Eric out from the silhouetted figure that stands before them, but soon realise the silhouetted figure is him. The figure steps forwards. To look at it is like looking at someone from the corner of your eye. It’s there, and so morbidly fascinating people can’t help but pay it a second glance. It steps away from the White Room and holds a hand up to the air, inspecting it with translucent eyes. Mallah, arm wrapped firmly around Brain, squints as he tries to make the figure out.
Mallah: Morden?
The figure stops looking at its hand and turns its eyes towards Mallah.
Figure: Oh, hullo Monsieur Mallah! What a ridiculous name! Did I ever tell you how ridiculous that name is?
Mallah snarls and slides his arm away from Brain.
Mallah: Say that again Morden…
The figure stops smiling and frowns.
Figure: Morden? Why do you keep saying that name? Morden… hmm… yes, I suppose that was me, wasn’t it?
Mallah doesn’t move.
Brain: What ‘appened to you?
The figure looks down at itself and gyrates its hips.
Figure: Such wonderful things, Brainy!
Brain: Tell me, Morden! Tell me!
It holds a finger to its lips and shushes Brain.
Figure: Nuh-uh-uh, that would be telling! And I do wish you’d stop calling me that pathetic name! What was it you called me, Brainy? Boring? No, that won’t do. A mewling fairy? No, that’s no good either. A pathetic nobody? Hmm. I like it. But less of the pathetic, methinks. Just Nobody. Mister Nobody. Ooh, that’s got a ring to it…
The figure throws out his arms and smiles.
Nobody: That’s how people do things, right? Mister Nobody! Groovy!
No one says a word as they bask in his absurdity. Niles adjusts himself on the ground and goes to speak, but before he can say anything Nobody snaps back to attention, his face turning deadly serious.
Nobody: Now – to business!
He trots over to Brain and Mallah, who stand there stunned at the sight before them. Nobody looks them up and down and smiles insincerely.
Brain: What ‘appened in the White Room, Morden?
Nobody: I told you already – I’m not telling!
Brain: Don’t play around with me you fool! You will tell me this-
Nobody: Enough!
Brain, for once, shuts up.
Nobody: You’re always so rude, Brainy. You and your monkey. No manners whatsoever! Mother always hated those who were impolite.
He begins to circle them.
Nobody: And I asked you to stop calling me that pathetic name! What did I ask you to call me, Brainy?
Brain says nothing.
Nobody: I said, what did I ask you to call me?
Nobody leans menacingly into Brain’s dome, glancing at himself for the first time in its reflection and running his tongue across his teeth. Mallah snarls but says nothing.
Brain: Mister Nobody…
Nobody: Mister Nobody. See, wasn’t hard?
He takes a step back and brings a hand up to what’s left of his chin, pretending to think.
Nobody: I’ve gotta be honest with you fellas, I have had better bosses. Hehe! But, you do amuse me, so…
He comically strokes his chin and snaps his fingers. In an instant, Brain and Mallah vanish into thin air. Nobody shakes his fists and giggles excitedly as the others turn to look for them.
Cliff: Where did they go?
He stops laughing and turns to them.
Nobody: Somewhere where they can have a little think about what they’ve done, Clifford. And to learn some manners! Speaking of which…
He saunters over to Niles, stops in front of him and squats down to his eye level.
Nobody: Oh, Doctor Caulder. What to do with Doctor Caulder?
Niles eyes him like a monarch would a turd. He furrows his brow but remains silent.
Nobody: Yes, I see it in your eyes. Of course. Any requests, Doc?
Niles’ eyes are thunder. He inhales slowly.
Niles: Get on with it.
Nobody: Ha! That can be arranged.
Nobody stands up straight and mimes stroking his chin again. After a few seconds, he nods to himself and snaps his fingers.
Nobody: Boop!
And just like that, Niles vanishes too. Larry, Cliff and Rita look at the spot he had been sat with horror. Well, they probably do. It’s hard to tell with Cliff and Larry. Rita steps forwards furiously and raises a finger to Nobody.
Rita: Bring him back right now!
Nobody: And spoil all the fun?
Rita: Now Eric!
Nobody: Oh Rita, lovely Rita, Niles Caulder is simply far too interesting! There is a lot I want to talk to him about!
Cliff: Do what she fuckin’ says asshole!
Nobody: Clifford, you really should listen to what Brainy said. Niles Caulder isn’t your friend.
He chuckles to himself and trots over to the White Room. He gazes lovingly at it, carefully stroking its smooth outer surface. Larry edges forward carefully, as if approaching an irate lion while dressed as a pork chop.
Larry: Eric, what happened?
Nobody turns away from the machine and smiles.
Nobody: Oh, Larry. The things I’ve seen… such wonderful things… devastating things… all this… HA!
He throws out his arms and spins round on the spot.
Nobody: You people have no idea…
He stops suddenly, deadly serious.
Nobody: I could be whatever I desire. What more can I do? I can do all. And who is there to stop me? You?
Larry looks round nervously at Cliff and Rita, neither of whom make any attempt to move. It seems they share his apprehension. Nobody watches them for a moment and sighs.
Nobody: Look at you, you’re terrified. There’s no need to be! I’ve seen how the real world looks at people like us. They can’t stand us! They fear us! You deserve more than to be looked at like freaks! We all do!
He takes a second to compose himself.
Nobody: I’m on your side, friends, really I am. Because of that, I will be merciful.
He can’t help but grin excitedly.
Nobody: Ooh, was that as menacing as it sounded? It sounded pretty menacing. I’ve never been menacing before! And now I’ve said menacing too many times, it sounds weird! Stop it, you!
He slaps himself.
Nobody: It seems our little quest has reached its conclusion. I must say, I did have a blast. Even despite the constant effing and jeffing, Clifford! But now, I’m afraid, it’s time for us to say goodbye. I’ve got places to go, friends, such wonderful places! And things I need to find out! But don’t cry because it’s over, as the saying goes. I’m sure we’ll see each other again someday. Sayonara for now, Doom Patrol!
Before any of them can protest, he brings his fingers up one last time and snaps. The three of them disappear. He clicks his tongue and sighs curiously as he observes the spot they had stood only moments ago.
Nobody: Doom Patrol… that does have a ring to it, you know.
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The Vermont air is cold – frightfully so. If you were to step off a plane from some far off tropical country and find yourself unfortunate enough to end up here at this precise moment in time, you would indeed take note of how frightfully cold things had gotten. You’d probably complain. You’d definitely shiver. You probably wouldn’t, however, feel like your entire body had been thrashed about in a washing machine made of hornets while being doused in ice-cold water. Funnily enough that is precisely how Larry Trainor, Cliff Steele and Rita Farr feel as emerge from the void of nothingness and make contact with the ground outside Caulder Manor. They pause for a moment, steadying themselves as they get their bearings, and Cliff makes a startling observation.
Cliff: We’re… we’re home.
Rita brings a hand to her forehead as she gazes around at the grounds of the manor, blanketed in the looming darkness of twilight.
Rita: He sent us home.
They look at each other for a moment, and would probably make another fascinating remark were it not for Larry Trainor groaning and passing out on the lawn.
Rita: Larry!
She moves over to him and rests a hand on his chest. She would do something, but unfortunately the hand has started to melt. She sniffles, attempting to hold back hot tears, and Cliff lays a clumsy hand on her shoulder.
Cliff: C’mon. Let’s get him inside.
He pulls Larry to his feet and the three of them traipse back inside, shutting the door behind them.