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White Admiral - Hockley Woods, Essex. There were four up and about yesterday plus the usual Heath Frits and a Ringlet or two
China. Guangxi.
Sanjiang Dong Autonomous County.
Chengyang is a cluster of eight villages: the area consists of Ma'An, Ping Tan, Ping Zhai, Yan Zhai, Dong Zhai, Ping Pu, Ji Chang and Da Zhai.
Also known as the Wind and Rain Bridge, the Yongji Bridge is in Chengyang Village, 20 kilometers north of Sanjiang Dong Autonomous County in Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region in south China. It was built in 1916 and was rebuilt twice after being destroyed by floods. The current bridge was rebuilt two years after it was destroyed by flood in June 1983.
It is a wooden covered bridge and is 76 meters long, 3.4 meters wide and 10.6 meters tall. It has five stone piers on which are two rows of log beams and two rows of wood sus- pension beams. On the bridge floor there are five tower-like kiosks with many horns. The kiosks on both ends have a gable roof with upturned corners, like golden phoenix with spread wings. The kiosk in the middle has a pavilion-like roof and six upturned comers, like a solemn but elegant pagoda. The rest two kiosks have a pavilion like roof with four up- mined comers, like a magnificent palace each. On both sides of the bridge long stools were set up for people to rest or keep off the rain. The whole bridge is grand, like a brilliant rainbow, The most amazing thing is that no nails were used in its construction. In addition. the kiosks and roofed corridors are painted with colorful patterns of local style. The Yongji Bridge in Chengyang symbolizes the superb architectural art of the Dong minority people and is a miracle created by the local people.
www.chinaxiantour.com/xian-travel-news/the-yongji-bridge-...
Three one-click filters from a thousand(?) user-provided, customizable filters in Anthropics' Smart Photo Editor plug-in for Photoshop & Elements • If you like to smack your photos around – Dis is zee Program fur yoo! • 2015 • Cleveland northeast Ohio USA
Upper-left – Gray skied, Blah original (It's Cleveland winter)
Upper-right – Sunshine by Tony filter
Lower-left – Casting shadows by Texan filter with B&W border
Lower-right – Colorful sketch by Texan filter with B&W border
I would alter the white, red and yellow in Lower-left, but wanted to display SPE examples with no filter customizations.
The Standing Stones of Stenness is a Neolithic monument on the mainland of Orkney, Scotland. Various traditions associated with the stones survived into the modern era and they form part of the Heart of Neolithic Orkney World Heritage Site. They are looked after by Historic Scotland. The surviving stones are sited on a promontory at the south bank of the stream that joins the southern ends of the sea loch Loch of Stenness and the freshwater Loch of Harray. The name, which is pronounced stane-is in Orcadian dialect, comes from Old Norse meaning stone headland. The stream is now bridged, but at one time was crossed by a stepping stone causeway, and the Ring of Brodgar lies about 1.2 km (0.75 mi) away to the north-west, across the stream and near the tip of the isthmus formed between the two lochs. Maeshowe chambered cairn is about 1.2 km (0.75 mi) to the east of the Standing Stones of Stenness and several other Neolithic monuments also lie in the vicinity, suggesting that this area had particular importance.
The Stenness Watch Stone stands outside the circle, next to the modern bridge leading to the Ring of Brodgar.
The stones are thin slabs, approximately 300 mm (12 in) thick. Four, up to about 5 m (16 ft) high, were originally elements of a stone circle of 12 stones, laid out in an ellipse about 32 m (105 ft) diameter on a levelled platform of 44 m (144 ft) diameter surrounded by a ditch. The ditch is cut into rock by as much as 2 m (6.6 ft) and is 7 m (23 ft) wide, surrounded by an earth bank, with a single entrance causeway on the north side. The entrance faces towards the Neolithic Barnhouse Settlement which has been found adjacent to the Loch of Harray. The Watch Stone stands outside the circle to the north-west and is 5.6 m (18 ft) high. Other smaller stones include a square stone setting in the centre of the circle platform where cremated bone, charcoal and pottery were found, and animal bones were found in the ditch. The pottery links the monument to Skara Brae and Maeshowe, and the site is thought to date from at least 3000 BC.
Hi, I am Mr. Duck and I am running for Prime Minister of this backyard. A vote for me means more spending on cracked corn and less on costly niger seed. By spending less on niger seed, we can raise the number of daily cracked corn feedings to four up from the current two! I can't promise that there will be no more 5 am quacking, but I will work with my colleagues to ensure that we continue to only poop in designated areas where the rain can easily wash it away. I will share the cracked corn feedings with all so all our feathery families will prosper. On Monday May 2, vote Mr. Duck!
Well, Mr. Duck does look like he is posing for an election campaign poster, but unfortunately for him, my backyard is a monarchy and the reigning royal family, whose members have big bushy tails and black or gray fur, is not going to allow that to change! Shortly after I took this photo, Mr. Duck went campaigning in the lawns among smaller songbirds and members of the bushy-tailed royal family. Mr. Duck's position was challenged and the outcome literally saw the furry royalty maintaining charge of the feeding area with tooth and claw! The smaller songbirds wanted to support Mr. Duck and his election promise of sharing his proposed four times daily cracked corn feedings with all, but the smaller songbirds know that the reigning royal family may gang up on them and eat their eggs come nesting season if they dared to stand up for Mr. Duck. So the situation in my backyard continues as it always has. The reigning royal family with their bushy tails will continue to dominate the feeding scene, continue their oppression of the smaller songbirds, demand gifts of shelled peanuts to maintain order, urinate all over my deck and wreck my bird feeders. With visits from weasels and big hawks too infrequent to have an effect on the monarchy and the crows too cowardly, the reign of squirrel is total and absolute. Only the small area of water Mr. Duck and his family occupy offer sanctuary within the kingdom of squirrel.
Four up on 4M45, Freightliner class 90s No.90009, 90011, 90042 and 90008 at the head of 4M45 0257 Felixstowe North F.L.T. to Garston F.L.T. as it passes Stafford. 1/3/2025.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
I was tagged by one of my best IG friend, the stylish @ubers33 to take part in the #four_up challenge. Thank you Uzma, here's my four shoots, taken in Milan, Venice, Pisa. I would like to invite @rrgrace @gnolox @thomwhite_ @hulsiem . For details, please check out @mattscutt ' feed.
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16 Comments on Instagram:
hulsiem: Great selection my friend, nicely done and oh my do I want to travel to Italy now! Thanks for the tag, I will have a wee look through my photos and pic a few shortly :)
fc_at_sm: @hulsiem Sure, you have to come! ;)
s_01: Ahhh lovely 4!
fc_at_sm: @s_01 Thank you Shweta. You are always so kind.
brandxn: beautiful shots!
fc_at_sm: @brandxn
sorbettze: Ohhhh siiii!!!! Muy bien!!! Xo
fc_at_sm: @sorbettze Gracias, eres muy amable! ✨
The weather had been lovely at the end of last week when I didn’t have time to go out on my stranger huts. It was a bit better in the later part of the afternoon today and as I wanted to find my Stranger N°50 I went out to find someone. Being a Monday as usual there weren’t many people around but I kept close to the town centre to start off with. As I walked down one of my usual haunts I saw her standing outside the small supermarket and homed in. I checked if she had a bit of time which she did so explained what I wanted. She was fine about it as long as she could keep an eye on the checkout as she was having a fag break and would need to go back to work if she needed to.
Meet Manon she’s 20 years old and was born in Etampes and works at the small supermarket. She’s not married and doesn’t have any children. When she’s not working she enjoys going out with her friends, but said when asked that she didn’t enjoying going “shopping” (for clothes and make-up). I forgot to ask what she had wanted to do as a child, silly me.
So she could keep an eye on the shop I took my photos where we were and as usual took 4 photos to make sure I had two that were good enough to use. I could put all four up, but have chosen the main one because I liked it above the others and the second one because it was different to the rest. I then asked her what she hadn’t liked to eat as a child and she said nothing, she’d eaten everything. So I tried what thing she had hadn’t liked - nothing. Oh no, not another. At that point she had to return to work, so I waited outside for her to finish.
She came back out when there was a bit of calm and asked what my question had been. I asked her again and she said I didn’t like “haricot blanc” (white beans). So I asked her to think of a huge plateful and got my “Don’t like” photo. Thankfully this one looks like she really didn’t like them.
As the shop was filling up again I went and joined her at the checkout to take my notes which is probably why I forgot to ask what she’d wanted to do as a child, she was answering me between customers. Although it was rather an odd stranger meet it was also great fun and Manon was lovely to meet. I gave her the details of where she would find her photo, said my thanks and left her to get on with her job.
100 Strangers (Round I) www.flickr.com/photos/44506883@N04/sets/72157627810663376/
100 Strangers (Round II) www.flickr.com/photos/44506883@N04/sets/72157632333365533/
100 Strangers (Round II) www.flickr.com/photos/44506883@N04/sets/72157634454644547
100 Stranger Group www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
Merci beaucoup Manon.
The Standing Stones of Stenness is a Neolithic monument five miles northeast of Stromness on Orkney. This may be the oldest henge site in the British Isles. Various traditions associated with the stones survived into the modern era and they form part of the Heart of Neolithic Orkney World Heritage Site. They are looked after by Historic Scotland as a scheduled monument.
The surviving stones are sited on a promontory at the south bank of the stream that joins the southern ends of the sea loch Loch of Stenness and the freshwater Loch of Harray. The name, which is pronounced stane-is in Orcadian dialect, comes from Old Norse meaning stone headland. The stream is now bridged, but at one time was crossed by a stepping stone causeway, and the Ring of Brodgar lies about 0.75 miles away to the north-west, across the stream and near the tip of the isthmus formed between the two lochs. Maeshowe chambered cairn is about 0.75 miles to the east of the Standing Stones of Stenness and several other Neolithic monuments also lie in the vicinity, suggesting that this area had particular importance.
Although the site today lacks the encircling ditch and bank, excavation has shown that this used to be a henge monument, possibly the oldest in the British Isles. The stones are thin slabs, approximately 12 in thick with sharply angled tops. Four, up to about 16 ft high, were originally elements of a stone circle of up to 12 stones, laid out in an ellipse about 105 ft diameter on a levelled platform of 144 ft diameter surrounded by a ditch. The ditch is cut into rock by as much as 6.6 ft and is 23 ft wide, surrounded by an earth bank, with a single entrance causeway on the north side. The entrance faces towards the Neolithic Barnhouse Settlement which has been found adjacent to the Loch of Harray.
The Watch Stone stands outside the circle to the north-west and is 18 ft high. Once there were at least two stones there, as in the 1930s the stump of a second stone was found. Other smaller stones include a square stone setting in the centre of the circle platform where cremated bone, charcoal and pottery were found. This is referred to as a "hearth", similar to the one found at Barnhouse. Animal bones were found in the ditch. The pottery links the monument to Skara Brae and Maeshowe. Based on radiocarbon dating, it is thought that work on the site had begun by 3100 BC
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
These three units wait to be attached to train engine 8152, and 2134 cement train for the run to Clyde yard in Sydney.
Usually a single loco hauled train of up to 31 NPRY-RF type hoppers, "four up" is extremely rare.
The Standing Stones of Stenness is a Neolithic monument five miles northeast of Stromness on Orkney. This may be the oldest henge site in the British Isles. Various traditions associated with the stones survived into the modern era and they form part of the Heart of Neolithic Orkney World Heritage Site. They are looked after by Historic Scotland as a scheduled monument.
The surviving stones are sited on a promontory at the south bank of the stream that joins the southern ends of the sea loch Loch of Stenness and the freshwater Loch of Harray. The name, which is pronounced stane-is in Orcadian dialect, comes from Old Norse meaning stone headland. The stream is now bridged, but at one time was crossed by a stepping stone causeway, and the Ring of Brodgar lies about 0.75 miles away to the north-west, across the stream and near the tip of the isthmus formed between the two lochs. Maeshowe chambered cairn is about 0.75 miles to the east of the Standing Stones of Stenness and several other Neolithic monuments also lie in the vicinity, suggesting that this area had particular importance.
Although the site today lacks the encircling ditch and bank, excavation has shown that this used to be a henge monument, possibly the oldest in the British Isles. The stones are thin slabs, approximately 12 in thick with sharply angled tops. Four, up to about 16 ft high, were originally elements of a stone circle of up to 12 stones, laid out in an ellipse about 105 ft diameter on a levelled platform of 144 ft diameter surrounded by a ditch. The ditch is cut into rock by as much as 6.6 ft and is 23 ft wide, surrounded by an earth bank, with a single entrance causeway on the north side. The entrance faces towards the Neolithic Barnhouse Settlement which has been found adjacent to the Loch of Harray.
The Watch Stone stands outside the circle to the north-west and is 18 ft high. Once there were at least two stones there, as in the 1930s the stump of a second stone was found. Other smaller stones include a square stone setting in the centre of the circle platform where cremated bone, charcoal and pottery were found. This is referred to as a "hearth", similar to the one found at Barnhouse. Animal bones were found in the ditch. The pottery links the monument to Skara Brae and Maeshowe. Based on radiocarbon dating, it is thought that work on the site had begun by 3100 BC
A Bangladeshi man rides his blue Hero Honda motorcycle down the road with his wife sat sidesaddle on the pillion seat, daughter in front of her sand son sat in front on the petrol tank
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
Four UP U30C's., led by 2823 drift down-grade on the south track approaching Cajon on Oct. 21, 1972. When first delivered, the U30C's ran in nice pure four and five-unit consists, but soon were mixed in with the rest of the locos.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
The one shining light in the burning dumpster fire that is The Boys figures is the Mafex line. There's not even that many, I think... four up to this point? Whatever the number is, Starlight has finally been released to eager customers like myself.
Now, as far as an action figure goes, Starlight isn't bad. She's probably above average for a Mafex.
Decent number of accessories, including 10 extra hands, three total head sculpts, and two sets of energy effects, along with the usual stand/base.
Detailing on the outfit is pretty good. I mean, I'm sure it's not 100% accurate, but like Figuarts I'm sure they got a good majority of the necessary details.
The head sculpts are phenomenal. I mean, the sculpts from The Boys line have all been bangers, even compared to more popular IPs. To me, the heads a tad too big, but I definitely see pre surgery Erin Moriarty, particularly in the head with the glowing eyes. Excellent faces are complemented by hair with some solid detailing.
The articulation is kind of limited - I mean, if an unencumbered character like Captain Marvel can't keep up with a Figuarts, there's no way a figure with a restrictive outfit like this would actually be any better, as well as one that doesn't feature butterfly shoulder joints.
So... basically she can SORT of twerk?
Unfortunately the long hair gets in the way of head articulation.
Most of the heavy paint work is from the digital painting used for face. The rest of body does feature some paint work here and there, though I think her flesh parts are actually all painted. Fine details like the gold strip on her chest area are applied nicely.
Build wise, again, it's nice to have a figure that meets the basic requirements, that is basically no broken joints or any other similar QC issues
Passengers disembarking in Washington, MO had no fewer than four UP employees waiting for them at the bottom. In addition to the ride from Jefferson City, everyone got a stylish hat.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
A westbound BNSF unit grain train roars through Amboy, California on a hazy afternoon. It had nine locomotives: four up front, three at mid-train, and two at the tail end.
Four up and four down. A four pack push a loaded coal eastward as a lite set of four hurry west for another push.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.
Saturday, and I was feeling a little better. Better enough to realise how shit I had felt the previous two days, and needing something to break the cabin fever, soo it would be churchcrawling.
Off to Tesco for supplies, and delight that "party food" has appeared, and although there would be no party at Chez Jelltex, there would be party food to munch on during the evening game.
Back home for breakfast, and Jools decided not to join in the church fun, instead stay home to do overdue chores.
And so the great round of revisits to record details of the stained glass that I previously missed continues.
Elmsted not Elmstead.
Off Stone Street and down past Yockletts Bank and along towards Hastingleigh, before taking a lane back up the down, which double hairpins to the village above, and by the village crossroads is St James.
A huge church for what is a farm and a handful of houses now. I parked beside the road, in a narrow strip between the tarmac and where the verge turned to swamp, got my bag out of the car and walked through the gate, noticing better the shapes of the grave markers repurposed for the path, some even dates being still visible.
The church is cool and still, I had done a pretty good job before, windows excepted, so got to work snapping and moving about. Sun poured in through the mostly clear glass windows, making it seem a place of divine light, even if the sun shone from the south, not the Orient.
Back to the car, and down the down, back to the main road a a quick climb up to Hastingleigh, where the church is a good mile outside the village, beside a farm. It does, at least, have a large car park, so no parking in people's drives or blocking the lane through the village.
A poor wren was trapped inside, but I made it even more desperate than it had been when I entered, and try as I might I couldn't get close to it. And the two fine windows, one of St Michael the Archangel, that I came out especially to photograph had boards up outside, so they could barely be seen.
The rest of the Victorian glass is of a very fine standard, so record all that.
Next church was a twenty minute drive away, Mersham, which can be seen from the train just before entering the outskirts of Ashford, its spire pointing into the morning skies as I zoom past en route to Denmark.
Here there is a most extraordinary west window. Cathedral sized, though it has lost of of the ancient glass that filled it, fragments remain, and I wanted to record those.
Outside a lady was clearing leaves, and inside another was refreshing the floral displays with poppies for services on Sunday.
The window is a wonder, and a burden, as it lets in so much light, that during the summer months the cinema nights they have cannot take place.
I very much like Mesham, and received a quite wonderfully warm and friendly greeting from the two ladies.
One last church to try would be Nackington, back near Canterbury, where the small church has some of the oldest glass in the country.
It was quite a hike across the county to get there only to find the church locked. This was a church that was always open before COVID, and was a major disappointment.
So, back home through Bridge and onto the A2 back to Dover, to get back at midday, just in time to cook lunch.
And settle down then for an afternoons groaning at the football on the wireless.
Norwich were away at Cardiff, and after four straight defeats, hopes were low. But City took the lead, only to concede twice before half time, which suggested the same old story.
But in the second, City played better, and in the closing ten minutes, scored twice to nick the three points.
Well.
The party food was aptly enjoyed as I watched the evening game.
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At the end of narrow lanes. A small simple building of tower, nave, chancel and wide south aisle. The nave is Norman and displays a very narrow twelfth-century window high in its north wall. The rest of the church appears to be thirteenth century - the two-bay south arcade unmistakably dating from this period. There are also faint traces of later wall paintings in the aisle. The rood screen is fifteenth century and leads the visitor into an exceptionally long and light chancel whose floor level is, rather unusually, lower than that of the nave. A south window contains sixteenth-century armorial glass whilst a northern lancet shows excellent grisaille glass of the thirteenth century.
www.kentchurches.info/church.asp?p=Hastingleigh
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St. Mary the Virgin is situated in a beautiful quiet valley about a mile from the village centre of Hastingleigh. Worship is recorded from 1293 but there was probably a church here prior to 1066. Today in its well kept and florally decorated interior there are some fine pieces of craftsmanship from local sculptor, Michael Rust and local artist, the late Gordon Davis. There is also a very symbolic and attractive all seasons altar frontal.
Hastingleigh is part of the United Wye Benefice and one of the four “up the hill” parishes; hence there are close links with Elmsted, Petham and Waltham. Services are at 11 a.m. on the 1st, 3rd and 4th Sundays. On the 2nd Sunday there is a joint family service in Bodsham C of E primary school, which is shared with the parishes of Elmsted and Waltham.
www.wyebenefice.org.uk/hastingleigh-history
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HASTINGLIGH
IS the next parish northward from Braborne, being called in the record of Domesday, Hastingelai, taking its name from the two Saxon words, hehstan, highest, and leah, a field or place, denoting its high situation. Though that part of this parish which contains the village and church is in the hundred of Bircholt Franchise, yet so much of it as is in Town Borough, is in the hundred of Wye, and within the liberty of that manor. There is only one borough, called Hastingligh borough, in the parish.
HASTINGLIGH is situated in a healthy poor country, the greatest part of it very high, at a small distance northward from the summit of the chalk, or Down hills, though it extends southward to the foot of them, and comprehends most of what is called Brabornedowns. The church, and the court-lodge which adjoins the church-yard, are in a valley on the northern side of the parish. The whole of it is a continuation of hill and dale; the soil of the former being chalk, and the latter a reddish earth, mixed with quantities of stones; the whole very poor and barren. There is much open down in it, especially towards the south, though there are in different parts of it, several small pieces of coppice wood. The house in it are about twenty, and the inhabitants about one hundred. There is not any fair held in it.
THE MANOR OF HASTINGLIGH, being within the liberty of the duchy of Lancaster, was formerly part of the possessions of Odo, bishop of Baieux; accordingly it is thus entered in the survey of Domesday, under the general title of that prelate's lands:
In Briceode hundred, Roger, son of Anschitil, holds of the see of the bishop, Hastingelai, which Ulnod held of king Edward, and was then taxed at one suling, and now for three yokes, because Hugo de Montfort holds another part within his division. The arable land is three carucates. In demesne there are two, and two villeins, with six borderers having one carucate. There are four servants, and wood for the pannage of one hog. In the time of king Edward the Confessor it was worth sixty sbillings, and afterwards thirty shillings, now sixty sbillings.
Four years after the bishop of Baieux was disgraced, and all his estates were consiscated to the crown, whence this manor was afterwards granted to the earl of Lei cester, of whom it was held by the family of St. Clere; but they had quitted the possession of it before the 20th year of king Edward III. when Thomas de Bax held it by knight's service of the above-mentioned earl. How long his descendants continued in the possession of it, I have not found; but it afterwards became the property of the Hauts, one of whom, Richard Haut, died possessed of it in the 3d year of Henry VII. holding it of the king as of his duchy of Lancaster. Soon after which this manor passed to Sir Edward Poynings, who died in the 14th year of king Henry VIII. not only without lawful issue, but without any collateral kindred, who could make claim to his estates, upon which this manor, with his other lands, escheated to the crown, where it continued till the king granted it, with the manors of Aldglose, Combe, Grove, Fanscombe, and Smeeds-farm, in this parish, among other estates, to the hospital of the Savoy, in London, which being suppressed in the 7th year of king Edward VI. he gave them that year to the mayor and commonalty, citizens of the city of London, in trust, for the hospital of Bridewell, and St. Thomas's hospital, in Southwark; some few years after which a partition was made of these estates, when this manor, with those of Aldglose, Combe, Grove and Fanscombe, in this parish, with Smeedsfarm, and other lands adjoining, were allotted to St. Thomas's hospital, part of whose possessions they remain at this time, Mr. Thomas Kidder being the present lessee of the demesne lands of the manors of Hastingligh and Aldglose; but the manerial rights, royalties, and quit-rents, the governors of the hospital retain in their own hands.
ALDGLOSE, as it is now usually called, but more properly Aldelose, is a manor here, which at the time of taking the survey of Domesday was part of the possessions of the bishop of Baieux, under the general title of whose lands it is thus entered in it:
In Bilisold hundred, Osbert holds of William, son of Tau, Aldelose. There lies half a suling. The arable land is two carucates. In demesne there is one carcate, and three villeins having half a carucate. In the time of king Edward the Confessor, it was worth thirty shillings, afterwards twenty shillings, now forty shilling. This land is of the fee of the bishop of Baieux, and remained without his division. Godric held it of king Edward, with Bradeburne manor.
Upon the bishop's disgrace four years after the taking of the above survey, all his possessions were confiscated to the crown, whence this manor was granted to Jeffry de Saye, of whom it was held by a family who assumed their surname from it, several of whom were benefactors to the priory of Horton. (fn. 1) But in the 20th year of king Edward III. it was separated in the hands of different possessors. After which, that part of Aldelose which comprehended the manor, passed into the family of Haut, and was afterwards esteemed as an appendage to the manor of Hastingligh, and as such passed with it from that name to Poynings; and thence again, in like manner as has been related before, in the account of that manor, to St. Thomas's hospital, in Southwark, part of the possessions of which it continues at this time. The manerial rights the governors of the hospital retain in their own hands; but the demesne lands are let to Mr. Thomas Kidder.
KINGSMILL DOWN is a small hamlet in the southern part of this parish, in which is a seat, which formerly belonged to a family named Beling, or Belling, which name was till lately in the west window of this church. It afterwards came into the possession of the family of Jacob, and Mr. Abraham Jacob, of Dover, owned it in the reign of king George I. from which name it passed to Mr. John Sankey, whose son Mr. Richard Sankey is the present owner of it.
There are no parochial charities. The number of poor constantly relieved are about ten, casually five.
HASTINGLIGH is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Canterbury, and deanry of Elham.
The church, which is dedicated to St. Mary, consists of two isles and a chancel, having a square tower steeple at the west end of the south isle, in which is only one bell. The chancel, which is at the end of the north isle, is nearly of the same length with it. The two isles and tower seem very antient, and the chancel much antienter still, having small narrow windows, and several circular arches or door-ways in the outside walls, now walled up. In the east window of the chancel are two circular shields of arms; the first, within the garter, of four coats, Poynings, Fitzpaine, Bryan, and 4th as first; the other shield is obliterated. There is no other painted glass in the church. In the chancel are memorials for several of the Sankeys. In the north isle, on a brass plate, a memorial for John Halke, obt. 1604, and on a brass plate a hawk.
¶The church was antiently part of the possessions of the family of Poynings, one of whom, Michael de Poynings, of Terlingham, in Folkestone, held the advowson of it in capite at his death in the 43d year of king Edward III. and in his descendants the property of it continued down to Sir Edward Poynings, who died possessed of it in the 14th year of king Henry VIII. holding it in capite by knight's service, and by the service of supporting and repairing the moiety of a chapel and hall in the castle of Dover, as often as necessary, at his own expence, and by the service of paying to the great and the small wards of the castle, on his death, without lawful issue, and even without any collateral kindred, who could make claim to his estates, the advowson of this church escheated to the crown, whence it was afterwards granted to White, whose heirs sold it to Sir John Baker, of Sissinghurst, and he in the 38th year of Henry VIII. conveyed it to the king, and it remained in the hands of the crown till Edward VI. in his Ist year, granted this advowson and three acres of land in this parish, to archbishop Cranmer. Since which it has remained parcel of the possessions of the see of Canterbury, his grace the archbishop being the present patron of this rectory.
The Standing Stones of Stenness is a Neolithic monument five miles northeast of Stromness on Orkney. This may be the oldest henge site in the British Isles. Various traditions associated with the stones survived into the modern era and they form part of the Heart of Neolithic Orkney World Heritage Site. They are looked after by Historic Scotland as a scheduled monument.
The surviving stones are sited on a promontory at the south bank of the stream that joins the southern ends of the sea loch Loch of Stenness and the freshwater Loch of Harray. The name, which is pronounced stane-is in Orcadian dialect, comes from Old Norse meaning stone headland. The stream is now bridged, but at one time was crossed by a stepping stone causeway, and the Ring of Brodgar lies about 0.75 miles away to the north-west, across the stream and near the tip of the isthmus formed between the two lochs. Maeshowe chambered cairn is about 0.75 miles to the east of the Standing Stones of Stenness and several other Neolithic monuments also lie in the vicinity, suggesting that this area had particular importance.
Although the site today lacks the encircling ditch and bank, excavation has shown that this used to be a henge monument, possibly the oldest in the British Isles. The stones are thin slabs, approximately 12 in thick with sharply angled tops. Four, up to about 16 ft high, were originally elements of a stone circle of up to 12 stones, laid out in an ellipse about 105 ft diameter on a levelled platform of 144 ft diameter surrounded by a ditch. The ditch is cut into rock by as much as 6.6 ft and is 23 ft wide, surrounded by an earth bank, with a single entrance causeway on the north side. The entrance faces towards the Neolithic Barnhouse Settlement which has been found adjacent to the Loch of Harray.
The Watch Stone stands outside the circle to the north-west and is 18 ft high. Once there were at least two stones there, as in the 1930s the stump of a second stone was found. Other smaller stones include a square stone setting in the centre of the circle platform where cremated bone, charcoal and pottery were found. This is referred to as a "hearth", similar to the one found at Barnhouse. Animal bones were found in the ditch. The pottery links the monument to Skara Brae and Maeshowe. Based on radiocarbon dating, it is thought that work on the site had begun by 3100 BC
Four up front, two on the back as this BNSF mixed manifest snakes it's way north round the curves at Caliente. Relatively speaking, it's plain sailing from here north to Bakersfield, but every last bit of horsepower of the six locos will have been needed to lift another monster sized load up from Mojave to Tehachapi. Despite something round 26000 horsepower pushing and pulling, there's every chance that this load, like so many others, will have stalled someplace during the climb.
24 June 2012.
There are over two million scooters teeming through the streets of Vietnam’s largest City, and they are an attraction in their own right.
Totally mesmerizing to watch, they buzz about their business, inches apart; streaming down avenues, weaving, wending, intertwining their way across town and performing hair’s breadth manoeuvres at every cross-road. Young women wearing peaked helmets sit straight-backed at the traffic lights. Families ride pillion – four up plus baby. A wardrobe passes by. The blasting of horns and the screech of brakes is constant, the air is fume-filled and the traffic relentless. But it’s fascinating.