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I wish you well and so I take my leave,

I Pray you know me when we meet again.

 

= William Shakespeare =

 

Okay, maybe I'm a little bit sticky... :D

I Get Around Tour, Grand Rapids, Mi, Summer 2011

  

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In 1750 it became a coaching Inn when coaches first started crossing the moor, linking the towns of Launceston and Bodmin. The Inn is exactly halfway and where horses were changed and weary passengers rested and they have been doing this for the 270 years since then. Its fame became worldwide when Daphne du Maurier wrote the best-selling novel ‘Jamaica Inn’ following her enforced stay in November 1930 in Bedroom 3 where she recovered from the ordeal of getting lost until late at night when out horse riding.

 

Whilst the character and charm of the old parts of the Inn - the olde worlde bars, some restaurant areas and the ‘old rooms’ 3 to 12 - have been carefully preserved, a recently built new wing now provides contrastingly modern bedrooms with breath-taking views over the moor. In total there are now 36 bedrooms and suites. The Inn also has a Smuggling Museum full of artefacts and where tales of Cornish smugglers, wreckers and villains are brought wonderfully to life in a short film. Its Daphne du Maurier Museum has many recently acquired exhibits including the original letters to Daphne and her husband from the Queen, Prince Philip, Prince Charles, Lord Mountbatten and others.

 

There is also now a Farm Shop stacked with local Cornish produce and a Gift Shop with over 5,000 items to choose from. The Inn is believed to be haunted and many strange sightings happen to this day - especially on the monthly Ghost Hunts if you are brave enough to come to one! Popular Murder Mystery evenings also take place monthly that add to the many things there are to do at Jamaica Inn.

 

The Inn is easily reached being by the A30 at Bolventor, midway between Launceston and Bodmin. It is also midway between the north and south coasts and near to the Cornwall and Devon border making it the perfect base to explore anywhere in either county and still be back in time for dinner.

A haiku question

A question that I'm asking

So where is the Love?

 

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It snowed overnight. We ventured out on errands and to visit relatives. While out we passed this country scene, which is quite deceptive as it is inside the city limits. This picture was taken on the edge of a strip of undeveloped land running along the western side of the US65.

 

28 February 2009 | South Ingram Mill Road, Springfield, Missouri | Copyright © 2009 Gary Allman

It comes naturally ...

it's finally that time... i can see for miles

It's either the buttermilk or the lard.

Finally got outside , and messed about with shutter speed and f.stops

Little TK was really upset that the other troopers wrecked his bike.

 

"You're not allowed to play with my stuff anymore!!"

It is fascinating watching graffiti artists at play - the spontaneous collaboration of making art for art sake and for no other reason. New piece in creation on a Troyeville Wall.

It's just me...Sprinkles with a new scalp. I like this one!

Up with the larks this morning, as I am off on my travels again, this time to Dublin (and beyond) for work.

 

Jools left at six as she had much to do, while I had until nine when the taxi was due, so dossed around, packed, had breakfast and so on until it got to ten to nine, so packed away and was ready when the cab stopped outside.

 

A quick trip into town to the station, where thanks to a rail strike on Friday, I only had to buy a single ticket, but how to get from the airport home is yet to be decided.

 

And then a half hour wait on the platform for the train, now outside rush hour, so lots of seats and able to sit on the side of the train I prefer.

 

An hour later I get off at Stratford, get the DLR to London City, where there was no queue to check in, or at security, so all sat down in a quiet corner to have lunch and read WSC and watch the world go by.

 

Board at two, and a half full plane meant me having a whole row of four seats to myself, and fine views of east London as we climbed throwing off the bounds of gravity and into the clouds before turning west.

 

Clouds over much of England, though I did see the three piers of Blackpool as we crossed the coast, and later, the Isle of Man, partly covered in cloud.

 

And down into Dublin, where at security, the official looked at my passport, shrugged and let me through.

 

Bag was waiting, as was Patrick outside, who took me to his car for the 90 minute drive round the city then out across the Emerald Isle to Tipperary, where we were to spend the night in a fine hotel called the Horse and Jockey, where we would quality control test their Guinness.

 

All in all, a fine day. And work to, so get paid.

 

The hotel was packed. Mostly with families with young men wearing red rosettes. These had been confirmed, apparently, and this was an excuse for a huge family celebration.

 

Celebrations.

 

Several generations ate and drank and laughed at each table, and children ran around like children do.

 

We had to wait half an hour for the burgers we ordered, but there was an endless supply of Guinness to keep us entertained while we waited.

It started with a kiss.

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ah this is really confusing for me i love how Wolf and Orion look together but Wolf is in a relationship with Tora and he's really not the type to cheat so i might mess about with my characters a bit to see if it might be better having Orion and wolf together or whether i should stick to Wolf and Tora *sigh* lets hope something works in the end

It almost looks like my cat's bigger than my cousin...

It was not to be for Ribble Wanderers as the came up against a very strong Southport team in the Guild Cup Final at the Lancashire FA ground.

 

Southport scored 2 goals in each half to take the trophy.

An old outhouse found among the structures at Mormon Row.

 

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It's Mortuary Monday!

A poor Pigeon, victim of a car hit by the look of it.

Masai Mara December 2024

ETA 1/8/08: It seems that there's not enough interest in the Pay It Forward exchange. My sense is that the commitment to make 3 handmade items for 3 people is probably daunting to many. Maybe we can do a smaller exchange among Flickr friends/contacts. Any thoughts?

 

I saw this exchange on bloominknitiot.blogspot.com/ blog. Although a requirement of participation is that all participants have a blog. I'm hoping that Flickr will count for me.

 

The idea of the exchange is I will send a handmade gift to the first three people who leave a comment on this FLICKR post requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet, and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog/FLICKR - this means you must have a blog/FLICKR.

 

Yes, I'm still dreaming of summer and those long lazy days spent doing nothing much at all.

 

For more see: Daydreaming of Summer Project

 

Where does it all go?

Pictures from Punch. 19th Century.

 

The Victorians were rather fond of "brat jokes" and "urchin" jokes. These were jokes where a child gets the better of an adult. The principle difference between them was the social class of the child ~ so this is a "brat" joke.

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Primera ilustración que hago en muchisimo tiempo...., perdón por la producción pero solo tenía lapiz mina.

So, it's rainy and dark here today and I've never done a bathroom mirror shot (I don't think). Since the kid's bathroom is no longer seizure-inducing (striped wallpaper-ugh!), I thought I'd get one in there. We still need towels, bath mat, shower curtain and something to hang on the walls but it's functional again.

 

For more pictures of the renovation, check out Joe's stream here: flickr.com/photos/bigcountry15/

 

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