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What to do with his ears.
Pr1mo at the age of almost 6 months and as you can see the ear on the right (for the viewers left) is already like it still is. The other one is thinking about it.
Dimi came from Bulgaria twelve years ago, knowing no English beyond "hello" and "thank you." For the last ten years she's worked for the interior landscaping service Greens by White. She enjoys her work. The plants are pretty.
Dimi tells me her name comes from her native town, Dimitrovgrad.
Dimitrovgrad was founded in 1947. A brief account here.
"The town was built by 50 000 members of brigades who came from 963 Bulgarian towns and villages. A part of them became inhabitants of the new town. From 1948 to 1950 they worked in an independent brigade called Mlada Gvardia (Young Guards). Their motto was: We are building a town – the town is building us!
Brigades built dozens of homes, Chemical Works, Vulkan factory, Nitrogen fertilizer works, the road network of today's Municipality of Dimitrovgad, the road through Hainboaz passage, the railway lines: Lovech - Troyan, Pernik – Voluyak, Samuil – Silistra, the artificial lakes Alexander Stamboliiski, Georgi Dimitrov and others. The first in Bulgaria Mechanical Bakery was opened there. In parallel with its building the town began its own cultural, social and political life. "
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Knowing your own complete picture is ALWAYS liberating, no matter how much it hurts in the beginning.
Cheers to a great life!
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August 13
It might take some time to process all what we did today. A 13 hour car drive arriving at Yellowstone as it was getting dark, hoping that the reservation was still good.
Anyway, thanks to our old friend jet lag, I was awake at four. Jools had been awoken at half twelve by the sound of the whistle of a passing freight train as it crossed the level crossing two blocks away. And as we lay in bed waiting for dawn to come, we heard another train approach and pass.
by half six, we were showered, dressed and packed, and ready to start the day, a day which would be mostly a 12 hour car trip into and across Wyoming. Me saying ten months back that we could fly in there, drive somewhere else in less than a day and so on was on the basis of not knowing how big Wyoming is. I mean the atlas we have for it is as big and comprehensive as one for Britain.
So, 535 miles according to the sat nav, and what we would see; who knew?
We did not have breakfast in the hotel, we could have but that would have meant making our choices the night before, and who really know what they want to eat 12 hours in advance. But the one thing we could be sure of is there would be no shortage of places to have breakfast on the way, at least in the first hour on our way to Chayanne. I mean tthat there is a western name if ever there is one, and that is on the way to Laramie, and that is even more western.
We load the car and drop the roof, but on the way out of Fort Collins it was choilly, and on the interstate it would be colder and breezier still, so we stop to put the roof up, just beside a university campus, a nice looking place I have to say, as was Fort Collins, leafy and mostly unspoilt with just the centre being strip malls and parking lots.
Onto the interstate and up to just before we were to turn off, and we roll into an Dennys. Where are you from, what is that accent? Blah blah, and so on. I have been to Englan, I went to Liverpool, met this guy, Bob, do you know him?
Anyway, we order breakfast, which comes on two plates each. This is crazy. BUt it is also good, and we eat most of it, whilst listening to the guy on the next table, complain, whilst breathing poure oxygen through a tube, that Obamacare needs to be repealed and that all the trouble in the US is the Democtats fault. I listen and try not to laugh, but they moved onto the eclipse and the fact people might come from out of state to see it.
If only they knew.
We leave, and with Jools driving we strike out west, along another interstate, 80 I think, making for the line of mountains on the horizon, but never quite getting to them.
Readers, America is big. Vast in fact, and we drove for hours and hours, the countryside turned into rolling prarie, hour after hour we went along, passing weather butes of rock, rolling praried and grassland. Fiver hours to go. Four hours to go.
And we were running out of gas.
Places on the map saying they were cities, yes, I’m talking about you, Jeffory City, we nothing more than a collection of shacks and tumbledown buildings. We had less than 50 miles of gas when we arrived in Riverton. We stop at the first gas station, and despite having had two breakfasts four hours back, we have lunch. A salad followed by a sandwich. Another two plates.
But again, everyone is so darned nice, real nice. I tip them.
And we are off again, along hour after hour of identical countryside, but also stunning at the same time. Rolling parie lands, rugged butes of rock, fertile river vallies. The afternoon grew old. We pass through a narrow gorge which the river shared with a rad and railroad.
We had passed a mile long freight train a few miles back, s waited at two spots to snap it. At the second we discover a wealth of wildlife, four butterfly species, katydids and wasps and bees. I get shots of them and the train and so am very happy indeed.
Just out of the valley, at Thermolopolis or something, the weather closes in, and clouds drop down and day is turned itno night, and all the wile the landscapes gets ever more larger and dramatic.
We have to pass through where we will be staying from Sunday, Cody Wyoming, named after Buffalo Bill Cody. So its Buffalo Bill this and that including a museum. We shall have two full days to explore Cody. Well, one day and then there is the matter of the eclipse of course.
We are within two hours of our cabin, but have to climb over a mountain. A place called, I kid ye not, Dead Indian mountain. Up and up we go, clouds part and dramatic rock formations are revelealed, under a rainbow. Under a double rainbow. And then once we had reached the top of the pass, there was a ten mile descent that would have given Le Tour riders trouble. From the top we could see to the start of Yellowstone, and the road coiled up below like a hose.
Final push now, into Montanna,. Past a lively town with many bars and cowbiy themed places. I think this will become a trend. As will “boot barns”. Montana doesn’t look that different from Wyoming, other than the town with the bars all done out to look all western like.
The rain sets in, hammering down and making the car think its night, so dimming all the lights in the car.
And at quarter past six, eleven and one half hours afrer setting off, we arrive at the gate to Yellowstone.
That’ll be $30.
But have a map.
The landscape had been dramatic before, and I wish I had shots, but the clouds tuened day into night again, and they would have been rubbish. So, take my word for it, huge mountains, trees, valleys and rivers.
We came to a jam, a jam caused by bison. I mean, when you weigh a ton or more, you should be able to stop traffic. The alpha male waks beween the lines of cars, grunting, while all around his hareem eats or rests.
And then there is the hour hour drive round the park to Mamoth, and hopefully where our roo, or cabin, is waiting.
We see no bears, but in Mammoth Falls we see an elk. Or a carbou, not sure which, but it is eating the manicured lawn in front of the hotel. But we are staying in a cabin out back. Jools pays and get the keys, so we can relax.
I walk to the store to buy some beers and stuff, return to each Ritz Crackers with cheese from a can, because we can.
Outsie we sit on the stoop, eating and drinking, whilst Swifts wheel and spin hunting for food, as we look on. Some Italian tourists arrive and don’t look to happy, but we are. Even with out wifi, a TV. It all we need., we drink and eat, and tiredness overcomes us.
Time for bed (mountain time).
April 7, 2016 - The following members of Troop K served our state with dignity and gave their lives in the course of their work with the intention that others be free to live in peace and safety. All who choose this life's work accept the possibility of paying its highest price, but do so knowing that we have made a sacred promise that they will never be forgotten. We honor those who have gone before us. The fallen members of Troop K will live forever in our work, in our memory, and most importantly in our hearts.
TROOPER THEODORE DOBBS - TROOP K - SEPTEMBER 29, 1924
Trooper Theodore Dobbs died on September 29, 1924 at the age of 24 from complications brought about by injuries sustained in a earlier motorcycle accident in Mineola, Long Island.
Trooper Dobbs was on routine patrol when he was struck by a truck that had passed a stop sign and entered the Jericho Turnpike in front of him. Trooper Dobbs lost his leg to surgical amputation and later succumbed to infection and pneumonia.
Trooper Dobbs was assigned to the Long Island Parkway Detail and was the first member of Troop "K" to lose his life in the performance of his duty.
TROOPER JOHN J. LANE - TROOP K - MAY 13, 1928
Trooper John J. Lane died instantly from head and neck injuries on May 13, 1928 at the Bethpage Barracks.
Trooper Lane was interviewing an area patrolman at the station concerning vandalism to construction equipment on the Wantagh Parkway. The Bethpage Station was then located on the second floor of a store front office and when Trooper Lane leaned against the banister, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Trooper Lane was a six year veteran and had served in the Scarsdale and White Plains Stations of Troop "K" prior to his Bethpage assignment.
TROOPER EDWARD F. DOLPHIN - TROOP K - AUGUST 6, 1928
On August 6, 1928, Corporal Edward F. Dolphin, 27, sustained fatal injuries in a motorcycle accident while returning to Troop "K" Headquarters from patrol on July 27, 1928. The motorcycle overturned when it struck a rut in the road near Kenisco Dam. Trooper Dolphin died ten days later in the White Plains Hospital as the result of a fractured skull.
Corporal Dolphin had been a member of Troop "K" since 1924 and rose to the rank of Corporal in 1927.
Corporal Dolphin had been Regimental Heavyweight Boxing Champion when he was assigned to a Coastal Defense Artillery Unit of the U.S. Army.
TROOPER CARL T. WILDER - TROOP K - SEPTEMBER 7, 1928
Trooper Carl T. Wilder was shot by an unknown assailant and left lying next to his motorcycle on the Tuxedo-Greenwood Lake Highway on September 7, 1928. Trooper Wilder was unable to reply to inquiries regarding his assailant before he died. The necktie he was clutching in his hand when he was found, apparently torn from the neck of his assailant, provided no clue to the murderer. It was theorized that Trooper Wilder may have been killed by bootleggers operating in the area.
TROOPER GARLAND BLAIR - TROOP K - OCTOBER 12, 1931
Trooper Garland Blair, 29, was killed instantly on October 12, 1931 when the open touring car in which he was a passenger rolled over twice. Trooper Blair, a two-year veteran assigned to Hawthorne, was returning from a burglary investigation when his partner, the operator of the vehicle, was blinded by the lights of an oncoming car and forced off Route 100 in Yorktown Heights. Trooper Blair was immediately transported to an area doctor's residence by a passing motorist but was pronounced dead on arrival.
Trooper Blair served in the U.S. Navy during World War I and came to New York from Zan Lier, Kentucky.
TROOPER VINCENT A. DUNN - TROOP K - SEPTEMBER 30, 1932
Trooper Vincent A. Dunn, 24, while on night patrol, was found unconscious behind the wheel of his car on September 30, 1932. While traveling north on Route 22 near Pawling his vehicle went off the road, clipped one telephone pole and struck another pole head on. Accident investigators theorized Trooper Dunn fell asleep and the vehicle drifted off the road onto a soft shoulder. He died of head injuries in the Danbury Hospital six hours after being found.
Trooper Dunn was a three-year veteran, serving Troop "K" at the Fishkill and Brewster Barracks.
TROOPER THOMAS C. LYNES - TROOP K - JUNE 3, 1935
Trooper Thomas C. Lynes, 25, was killed in a traffic accident on June 3, 1935, while travelling on the River Road, north of Tivoli.
There were no witnesses to the accident. Investigating officers theorized the accelerator stuck as the car plunged through 100 yards of dense undergrowth and small trees. Trooper Lynes was thrown from the vehicle and died of a fractured skull.
Trooper Lynes was assigned to the SP Fishkill Station.
TROOPER JOHN G. LORD - TROOP K - JULY 23, 1935
Corporal John G. Lord was seriously injured July 23, 1935 at 7:30 P.M. when the vehicle he was operating crashed into a traffic island on the Bronx River Parkway. There were no witnesses to the accident. Corporal Lord died shortly thereafter of a fractured skull. He was returning to SP Hawthorne upon completion of his tour of traffic duty.
Corporal Lord was a 14-year veteran and was assigned to the Attorney General's Office prior to his assignment to SP Hawthorne.
TROOPER WILLIAM T. GRAYDON - TROOP K - MARCH 19, 1938
Trooper Graydon died on March 19, 1938 at the age of 22 as a result of a motor vehicle accident.
On March 19, 1938, Trooper Graydon was enroute to the Troop "K" Headquarters along the Bronx River Parkway when his Troop car mounted the curbing on the roadside. The car left the roadway and struck a tree head-on killing Trooper Graydon instantly.
Trooper Graydon joined the Division on July 1, 1936 at SP Hawthorne, and served there until the time of his death.
TROOPER WILLIAM F. DOBBS, JR. - TROOP K - SEPTEMBER 24, 1939
Trooper William F. Dobbs Jr., 30, was critically injured while on motorcycle patrol August 27, 1939 on the Taconic Parkway in the Town of LaGrange. His motorcycle struck a vehicle that had crashed into the guardrails and was wedged diagonally across the roadway. Trooper Dobbs was thrown from his motorcycle and died of internal injuries at Vassar Hospital.
Trooper Dobbs was assigned to the South Millbrook Station for one year prior to his death.
TROOPER DONALD A. STRAND - TROOP K - SEPTEMBER 28, 1960
Trooper Strand died as a result of injuries sustained in a motor vehicle accident on September 12, 1960.
Trooper Strand, on leave, was advised that all leaves were cancelled due to severe storm conditions resulting from Hurricane Donna and he was ordered to report for duty. Trooper Strand was enroute to the Bridgehampton Station over North Sea Road when his vehicle and another vehicle collided head-on. The operator of the other vehicle was killed and Trooper Strand was critically injured. He succumbed to the injuries on September 28, 1960.
Trooper Strand joined the Division June 19, 1958, and served in Troop "B" prior to his transfer to the Troop "K" area of Long Island on April 23, 1959. He was assigned to the Bridgehampton Station at the time of his death.
TROOPER SALVATORE J. EMBARRATO - TROOP T - JULY 6, 1961
Trooper Salvatore J. Embarrato, 30, assigned to the Thruway at Tarrytown, was fatally injured in an accident while pursuing a speeder.
Trooper Embarrato lost control of his Troop car a mile east of the Tappan Zee Bridge toll booth. Witnesses to the accident said the Trooper was in pursuit of a speeding vehicle when his car suddenly swerved to the right and plunged down an embankment.
Trooper Embarrato, a native of New York City, joined the State Police in Troop "B", Malone, on May 22, 1958. He transferred to the Thruway October 12, 1959.
TROOPER CHARLES S. DORRIAN - TROOP K - SEPTEMBER 19, 1965
Trooper Charles S. Dorrian was killed at age 34 in a motorcycle accident which occurred September 19, 1965.
Trooper Dorrian was on routine patrol when he lost control of his motorcycle on rain slick Route 22 near the Kenisco Dam. Despite immediate first aid, Trooper Dorrian died without regaining consciousness.
Trooper Dorrian joined the Division August 2, 1956, and was assigned to Troop "G", SP East Greenbush. He volunteered for motorcycle duty and was transferred to Troop "K" in May 1957, serving at SP Dover Plains.
TROOPER BRIAN N. ROVNAK - TROOP K - FEBRUARY 2, 1983
Trooper Brian N. Rovnak lost his life On February 2, 1983 at the age of 39 in a one-car accident on Interstate 84, five miles east of the Taconic Parkway. The accident occurred while Trooper Rovnak and his partner were enroute to meet another patrol.
Trooper Rovnak was a Vietnam veteran, having served with a Military Police detachment in the U.S. Army.
He was a sixteen year veteran and had been assigned to patrol Interstate 84 and the Taconic Parkway since 1969.
TROOPER ROBERT G. DUNNING - TROOP K - JUNE 14, 1987
On June 14, 1987, at 9:50 p.m., Sergeant Robert Garzetta and Trooper Robert Dunning responded to a complaint of a subject menacing his neighbor with a rifle. Upon their arrival, the two Troopers engaged the individual in conversation. Then, without warning or provocation, the man raised his rifle and began firing at the two Division members. Trooper Dunning, age 45, was mortally wounded in the heart, while Sergeant Garzetta was wounded in the leg. Sergeant Garzetta returned fire, wounding the assailant three times. The assailant then turned his weapon on himself and committed suicide.
Knowing why your girlfriend or girlfriend began to behave strangely, even to levels of hating you, is fundamental if you want to play it for recovering.
Many men want to know "already" the techniques or phrases to regain their former girlfriends or wives, and what is really important is that...
howtogetbacktomyex.com/why-your-ex-wife-or-girlfriend-hat...
Serena: Olha Nity, esses são seus priminhos Lissa e Erick. E sua tia Lotte ^___^~
Nity: =3
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Essa ficou realmente escura >__<
maaas gostei tanto pq da pra ver o quanto essas suas são parecidas <3
Boa noitee gentee =**
A knowing grin?
Carolyn, Dildo, Reverend Spike Jones.
sitting on lap.
July 3, 2009.
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BACKSTORY: We went to X-Day again this year. It was a totally different experience than last year. It rained for the first three days we were there, but then it got really nice for the weekend. It was never overbearingly hot.
...Read my blog summary of this year's X-Day here: clintjcl.wordpress.com/?p=3301
Dildo Valerie explains how she made $160 for her services: www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nyAll5XjrA
... High quality pictures of X-Day by George Burgyan here: photos.vec.com/gallery/8832367_rTsLi#585168776_zkJgA
... Pictures of the previous year's X-Day begin on this page: www.flickr.com/photos/clintjcl/with/2760523224/
Knowing my interest in buses, our girl Jemma took this shot from the window of her Uni accommodation overlooking Brayford Way of the Lincoln City Football team taking part in a tour of the city to celebrate their return to the EFL as Champions of the National League. The bus is former Western National and Eastern Counties ECW bodied Bristol LDL6G type VDV 752. It is of course well known to me, it having spent several summers allocated to ECOC Cromer depot for use on seasonal open top service 769 between Overstrand, Cromer, The Runtons and Sheringham. Anyone know the current owner(s)?
8263139693 CIA Whore Jami Rose MURDERED all of those people, DESTROYED all of those lives, what should her punishment be? CIA Whore and MURDERER, Jami Rose. her photo, right here :)
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CIA Whore Jami Rose MURDERED all of those people, DESTROYED all of those lives, what should her punishment be? CIA Whore and MURDERER, Jami Rose. her photo, right here :) www.flickr.com/photos/89268704@N08/81238 54555/in/photostream JamiRoseCIAWhore
your CIA Whore Jami Rose MURDERED all of those people, DESTROYED all of those lives, what should her punishment be?
CIA Whore and MURDERER, Jami Rose. her photo, right here :)
www.flickr.com/photos/89268704@N08/8123854555/in/photostream
JamiRoseCIAWhore
jami rose cia whore all those people that she killed all that damage that she caused
looking for who is responsible for the aurora colorado july 19 2012 theatre shooting for the dark night rises? look no further.. CIA Whore Jami Rose, right here
JamiRoseCIAWhore
jami rose cia whore all those people that she killed all that damage that she caused
1)hurricane katrina
2)bp oil spill
3)japan tsunami
and most recently, Aurora Colorado Batman Murders,
and many others in time.
raped. robed. murdered. dismembered.
never punished for her crimes
born on april 4 1980.
here you go :)
by entering in her information from date of birth here:
www.timeanddate.com/date/duration.html
you can monitor her information that is used by the world markets on a daily basis, not only that, but control for what is in numerical belief, thru out the us and the rest of the world.
on a daily basis. in forward motion time placement.
also,
www.timeanddate.com/date/durationresult.html?m1=01&d1...
(The stasis of origin should show in the above link, like what is just listed below. why not tell people? :)
From and including: Saturday, January 1, 0001 (Julian calendar)
To, but not including : Friday, April 4, 1980 (Gregorian calendar)
It is 722,910 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date
Or 1979 years, 3 months, 3 days excluding the end date
Note:The From date is a Julian calendar date. The current Gregorian calendar was adopted in United States where Thursday, September 3, 1752 was the first of 11 days that were skipped. This has been accounted for in this calculation. Read more about the Julian and Gregorian calendars
Alternative time units
722,910 days can be converted to one of these units:
62,459,424,000 seconds
1,040,990,400 minutes
17,349,840 hours
103,272 weeks (rounded down)
if you need a little help to her "stasis of orgin" here you go. if you're not smart enough to know what a birthday does in time, its an active measure for which you create throught your life span. there, i said it. don't like that intelligent secret? millions people living, and not knowing that. how could anyone not know? :)
and all those people she killed. never punished
thomas warn varnas will make sure that happens, won't he?
you attempted two murders on his life at 143 Rue Esplanade and Villa Du Lac,
by channeling his dreams with tenants and parking cars outside of his residence, capturing him..
how does it feel now Jami, to know the same is happening
to you :)
:)
there you go :)
A beautiful stone from the beach and beautiful words from ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer from "The Dance"...
"I have a very particular feeling in my body
when I remember or imagine a graceful day.
It is a day without rush,
a day where I am not suffering over things not being any different than they are,
a day where I take a breath and accept
those things I cannot change
like long line-ups in the bank or traffic jams or the weather.
It’s a day when I rest easy in a mysterious knowing
that there is enough
- enough time and money and energy and heart
in the world and in my life,
a day when I know that I am enough.
It is a day when I am simply present with myself
and all that is around me.
It is a day of being truly happy, of feeling graceful
- comfortable in my own skin and life."
One of the RISE street-art festival commissions that are around the city.
On a walk around the city to see what I may find March 24, 2014 Christchurch New Zealand..A beautiful Autumn day.
www.stuff.co.nz/the-press/christchurch-life/art-and-stage...
All about our Earthquakes: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2011_Christchurch_earthquake
Knowing her 7 year stint on "Gilmore Girls" was coming to an end, Graham revved up her film career with "Bad Santa," "The Pacifier," "Because I Said So," and "Evan Almighty." With her fast-talking schtick, she often dissolves men to tears.
Smoke Photo Art.
"If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story."
Orson Welles
I tried one more sphere in this, but I didn't like it. Sometimes it's hard to know if I'm done with a piece. For most of the ones I have been posting recently (including this one) I have gone back to something I had worked on before but had stopped unsatisfied with the results. I believe my second attempts have been more successful, but perhaps some of them were better left "unfinished."
Lighting Essentials Workshop
Alien Bee beauty dish boomed close over head. Fill card under her chin to fill in shadows. The strobe was giving me f/14 synched at 1/200s. Triggered by Pocket Wizards.
Exposure and contrast adjustment with Lightroom 2. Skin blemish removal, stray hair removal, eyes lightened, eyes sharpened with a high pass filter in overlay mode, Mama Shan's powder applied at 90%, gaussian blur at 20% for glow and vignette, all in Photoshop.
I'm not entirely happy with the crop on this image but there was some funky stuff to the right that I couldn't successfully clone out. I would have liked to have given her a bit more room to the right.
MUA: Aprille Cabilan (Model Mayhem #772627)
Model: mushie nawabi (Model Mayhem #802839)
The world turns aside to let any man pass who knows where he is going. (Epictetus)
For more of my photography visit www.card-photo.com
REPORT: Travels Near The War Zone. By Stephan Mayer.
Spending my summer holidays in Georgia this year, I was affected by the conflict although I did not witness any fighting, air raids or other atrocities. On Tuesday, 5 August, I arrived at Tbilisi Airport not knowing what would follow within the coming days. After two days in the Georgian capital I decided to leave Tbilisi in order to travel to Kazbegi. Kazbegi is a beautiful mountain village and popular tourist destination in the north of Georgia not far from the border with South Ossetia and close to Russia. While having breakfast in my B & B accomodation, my landlady told me that her son had been drafted overnight in order to fight in South Ossetia. In spite of knowing about the precarious situation in that region, I was not aware of what that meant and to what extent this would affect my stay in Georgia.
Later that I had actually planned I took the metro to the Didube Coach Station in order to get a bus to Kazbegi. The buses to Kazbegi seemed to run frequently and nobody told me anything about the ongoing war that took place not more than 20 or 30 miles away. On the way to Kazbegi I got off at Ananuri Castle, which is one of the major sights on the Georgian Military Highway. The bridge near the castle was guarded by two or three reservists armed with machine guns. Alarmed at the sight of those gunmen, I asked nearby street vendors why those people were there, but they just told me that there was no reason to worry. Heading further north, I saw more and more of those men clustered along the main road. The cyclists with their huge saddle bags (obviously tourists) that were heading northward in large numbers despite the bad weather did not seem to worry.
When I finally arrived in Kazbegi Polish tourists came to me and told me that the area was not safe anymore and they would recommend me to leave Kazbegi immediately. Suddenly there was quite a number of tourists on the main square, among them many Israelis. Although most of them said that they had no intention to leave, others were also alarmed. I tried to call the German embassy in Tbilisi, but the most of the mobile phones were not working anymore. Rumors were spreading that the Russians had disconnected communication lines. I went to the tourist office and they told me that it was theoretically possible that the Ossetian rebels could block the road down to Tbilisi. That would have cut off Kazbegi from any connection to the outside world. Distraught and alarmed, I decided to return to Tbilisi immediately before nightfall. The people said it would be safer to use a private car than a bus.
Back in Tbilisi you could sense the tension. The cafes and posh restaurants around the Freedom Square in the city centre were even more crowded than usual. They were packed with Georgians watching the latest air raids on Gori. One of the stony-faced men said "Down with the Russian fascists" and in English "We will win this war". Just a few hours later I got news that the all flights from Tbilisi Airport had been cancelled. The next day there were huge crowds in front of the Marriot Hotel in the city centre. There was still no reliable information available from the German embassy. "We do not know anything", the men from the emergeny hotline told me. I was outrageous because I felt helpless being in the epicentre of an ongoing war, yet uninformed and powerless. Eventually, two days after the beginning of the heavy fighting in Gori I was told to leave Georgia via Armenia.
On the coach station in the Southern Tbilisi the situation was extremely tense: Anxious Armenians talking to their compatriots on their mobile phones, eager to leave Georgia. Many of them obviously feared renewed air raids. Fortunately, there were no incidents on the way to Armenia. After an hour drive on bumpy roads I got to the border crossing which was already busy with cars and buses crowded with foreigners, mainly tourists waiting to leave the country. Rumours were spreading again: Would the Russians dare to attack the border crossing? After endless hours in the hot weather I was eventually able to cross the border. On the other side there was American embassy personnel, yellow buses hired by the Polish and Slovak embassies, but no people from the German embassy in sight. Again it seemed that most other countries had done more for their citizens than Germany. In fact, other Germans seemed to share my view. The German embassy did not organise, unlike many other countries, a convoy for its citizens. Recalling this four eventful days in Georgia, the beautiful nature, the stunning architecture and the hospitable people, I feel sad to learn about the civilian casualties, Russian tanks and a country in ruins.
source: georgien.blogspot.com/2008/08/report-travels-near-war-zon...
Well, having seen the world remembering D Day this week, the class of 1975 at Colne Valley High had their own day of memories of their own D Day, leaving school, on the evening of the 8th of June-a school reunion at Slaithwaite Cricket Club. This school year is the year we all turn(ed) 60-scary really.
We had a reunion four years ago, my first, and I really enjoyed it. Four years on, in changed circumstances and with a lot of shit having happened-and currently happening, I wasn't in the mood for it really. Knowing that I would regret not making the effort though, and having been asked to take a camera, I kicked myself up the backside and, for the first time in over 18 months, I put my glad rags on, gathered some gear and nipped down to the cricket club. I hadn't set foot in a bar for over 18 months either, having gone out four or five times a week for a few years I fell out with doing the same old thing and just stopped going out. Having been tea total until I was 42 but having developed a liking for wine in my forties, I felt that I was having a drink every evening out of habit rather than for pleasure so I decided to stop for a month-a month became a year and I don't miss it-yet! I haven't watched live TV for 17 years, it frees an amazing amount of time up to do other (real life?) things- I definitely don't miss TV either.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds it really strange to be meeting ghosts from the past, often long forgotten. How many would you fail to recognise without the name tag giving it away? Talking to people, it's obvious that many have fond memories of school, me? I despised every second, Junior school wasn't good but high school killed me, I was struck down with a blinding migraine that crippled me only weeks into the first term-stress related. There wasn't another boy from my old school in our form and seats are always in pairs, old schoolmates formed clicks and I was an outsider-for a while. I missed a lot of school, I didn't walk the streets, so long as I put my overalls on and worked my Dad turned a blind eye to me walking back home to work, having clocked in for the morning register. There wouldn't be any letters from him claiming that I'd been ill, I had to tough it out and make my own excuses, sometimes forging my own letters. I walked out early in the fifth form and never really went back. When I went to get my leaving papers signed at the end of the fifth form most of the teachers though that I'd left long ago. The truant officers were on my case, but, finding that I was working, and that I had no intention of going back to school, they agreed to calling it work experience but the deal was that I had to go to school one day a week. I chose Friday. The reality was that once every few weeks I went for first registration and then climbed out of the form room window, in C block, at ground level, and legged it back to work. During the reunion evening I glanced at the printed roll call of our school year that was on the tables, I searched for my name in 5B1, scanning the list over and over again-my name wasn't there! I don't suppose it's surprising really is it?
I used to do a lot of party photography but gave up years ago as I was getting asked to do christenings and weddings and the like and I've never wanted to turn a hobby into a job, what's the point? I haven't put a flashgun on a camera for years and, even though I use my cameras every day of the week, I had to reacquaint myself with indoor flash techniques again, which really means that I shot half a dozen test shots in my office at home before I turned out. Going around a room full of relative strangers, often not impressed at having a large professional camera stuck in their face, isn't for the fainthearted, and, like flash photography, you get better with practice-I'm definitely out of practice. I tried, but probably failed, to include everyone, some people seemed to stay out of my way, but I did try to be inclusive. Personally, I think that perhaps Michael Sykes was the only person that took a photo of me-so perhaps I was there after all! I was asked to write the opinion column in The Times a few years ago, I'd written a letter to the editor (as you do), and, having impressed the editor with my viewpoint on a subject that they were getting quite wrong, with a letter that was far too long to publish, but that I knew an awful lot more about than they did, the editor of the opinion column was asked to approach me with a view to me writing a column for publication the following day. It was bit surreal at the time and led to TV and radio interviews over the following twelve months-my ten seconds of fame I suppose. The problem was that I had to find a photo of myself in a suit to go with the column. At the time, thankfully, I often went out in a suit but I was always the man with the camera and no one took photos of me unless someone grabbed my camera. I did eventually manage to crop myself from a scene with lots of other people in it, tidy it up a bit, and it did the job.
It was good to catch up with some old friends and I think it's fantastic that Lynn, Michael and Dianne go to the trouble of organising these reunions (my apologies if anyone else is involved) They took the financial risk of hiring Storm to entertain us (and rattle my tinnitus) and kept their fingers crossed that we'd all stump up enough to cover the cost. Of course another reason for not missing a reunion is that you may not see some of these people again. I'm often amazed that someone from my schooldays appears at work as a customer, I haven't seen them for 30 or 40 years and they only live a mile or so away from me. Many people long for their schooldays back, often with the caveat that they knew then what they know now, the advantages of youth and the wisdom of age, personally, I wouldn't want to go back for love nor money. There's a lot I want to do but very little I'd want to repeat. I was in a dispute with a local hillbilly who used to drive for us a while ago, a man who was always complaining that everything about yesterday, the past, was better than today. He told me that he never got on with me because I was a progressive, always looking forward and he wasn't. I laughed and said thank f**k for that.
The photos aren't my best effort, autofocus doesn't like dimly lit rooms, if I took a photo of someone and it isn't here, it's probably because the autofocus didn't lock on-or the flash didn't fire, apologies to anyone I missed although I would guess that someone with a phone got you.
Will we have another I wonder? Time will tell.
The 'Knowing Angel' image is a detail taken from a ceramic tile wall mural in the Convento de Esperança, Ponta Delgada, Azores.
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This pendant necklace is part of a series of MiddleEarth's photo pendants. Bewitched by the magical details from these middleearth surroundings, the Azore Islands, where I create MiddleEarth's Jewels. Be it the captivating scenery, blue and white tiles, the winding lava stone walls, or the moss covered ancient stonework.
Portuguese blue and white ceramic tiles are world famous for their beauty and storytelling. www.golisbon.com/culture/azulejos.html
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Knowing how high, high tide is vital when trying to walk over to Hilbre Island. this was a 7.5m high tide and i was walking over around an hour after high tide so the water wasn't deep enough to come over my wellies. But that was a calm day. i wouldnt try that if it was windy, and todays high tide is 8.8m so please check before walking over! Especially at night!!!
I have to admit at not knowing there was a church here at Lympne, but then it is down a very narrow and winding main street, which ends just outside the church and an entrance to the neighbouring castle.
Lympne, pronounced "Lim" for some reason, probably to confuse visitors, that's the excuse in Norfolk anyway.
There are no words in which I can describe St Nicholas; it is huge and sprawling, and access for the bell-ringers us up a fine spiral staircase.
Arches, arches, side chapels and aisles, it has it all.
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LIMNE
LIES the next parish northward from Burmarsh, for the most part on the quarry or sand hill. It is written in antient records Limne, Limpne, and Limene, taking its name from the antient river Limene, which ran once below it, at the foot of the hill, where, and probably some way higher, the tide of the sea once flowed, through a sufficient channel for the passage of ships; forming here a commodious haven or port, called by the Romans Portus Lemanis, but for want of a sufficient force of the fresh waters to repel the sand and beach, continually driven up hither by the sea, not only this haven was choaked up, but the channel of the river Limene itself, which afterwards directed the whole course of its waters another way, and this port, as well as the channel through which it once flowed, even to its entrance or mouth next the sea, has been for some hundred years sound land, and pasturage for the cattle grazing on it. That part of this parish, in which the church and village are situated, lies within the hundred of Street, the south-east parts in the hundred of Worth, and the remainder, being the northern part of it, in that of Heane. The lower or southern part is within the level of Romney Marsh, where it is within the liberty and jurisdiction of the justices of it.
THIS PLACE is acknowledged by most writers to have been that station of the Romans mentioned in Ptolemy's geography, (fn. 1) by the name of AIMHN, and in the several copies of Antoninus's Itinerary, by that of Portus Lemanis, (fn. 2) a port which was at that time of very eminent account. The river Limene, now called the Rother, or at least a principal branch of it, once flowed from Apledore hither, by the foot of the hills, the cliffs of which still appear to have been washed and worn away by it. The channel where it ran is still visible, and the grounds along the course of it are now lower than in any other part of the marsh near it, the ditches remaining full here, when those higher, about Dimchurch and other places, are so dry, that there are no waters left to sew from them. (fn. 3) For want of the channel of this river to sew the grounds, there are many hundred acres of marsh lands, through which it once flowed, extending from Apledore and Ruckinge quite across to Fairfield and Snargate, which are become a swamp, and great part of them under water for the greatest part of the year. (fn. 3) On this river, at the foot of Limne-hill, the Romans had the above-mentioned famous port, the only one they had on this southern shore of Kent, to which the sea flowed up at that time from the mouth of it, which probably was not sar distant from Hythe westward, to desend which they had a strong fort about midway down the hill, in which, in the latter part of the Roman empire in Britain, was stationed a detachment of soldiers, called Turnacences, i. e. of Tournay, in Flanders, under their commander, and at the general disposition of the count of the Saxon shore in Britain. Besides this, at the summit of the hill, where the castle, or archdeacon's house now is, was most probably a watch tower, one of those five which the Romans, under Theodosius the younger, as Gildas tells us, built upon the southern coast of Britain, at certain distances, to watch the motions of the Saxons, and discover the approach of those pirates, whose invasions the fort below was of sufficient strength to repel.
The old castel of Lyme longed to Rich. Knight of Hyve, late decesid
¶To this place from the station of Durovernum, or Canterbury, was a Roman military road or street, now called Stone-street, lying strait and conspicuous for some miles at this time. The distance from one of these stations to the other, in Antoninus, being marked AD PORTUM LEMANIS, M. P. XVI. sixteen miles, which is answerable to much about the present distance of it. The fragments remaining of the fort above-mentioned, now called STUTFALL CASTLE, shew the walls of it to have been of a prodigious thickness. They are composed of rubble-stone, with a mortar mixed with small pebbles, the facings of them, excepting of one piece, being entirely gone. Those of them most entire throughout it, shew double rows of Roman tiles, fifteen and sixteen inches long, laid at about five feet distance apart, with their extremities curved down to clench one into the other, after the manner of those at Richborough castle. On the east and west sides are large fragments all down the hill. On the upper side of it are the most of them, seemingly in two lines about twenty-five feet distance from each other. At the upper north-west corner is part of a circular tower faced with squared stone, the inside filled up entirely solid. On the lower side next the marsh, there are no remains, perhaps the river, which ran beside it, might be a sufficient defence without any further addition. The area of it contains near ten acres of ground. The fragments remaining seem by length of time, the steepness of the hill, and what is more perhaps by their being stripped of their surface, to have been overthrown, and to have slipped from their original places. So that there is no ascertaining the exact form of this fort, but by what can at present be conjectured, it was of a square form, with the upper corners a little rounded off. This fort most probably continued of use only so long as the harbour and port close to it remained. But the time when it was deserted by the sea, and rendered useless by being choaked up with beach and sand, and the river Limene's course hither by that means swerved up, and directed wholly into another channel, has never been ascertained, though it was probably very soon after the Romans had left this island. For it seems to have been very early after the coming of the Saxons, that the port of West Hythe became of note, in the room of this decayed haven and port. Whilst the port and haven here was in a flourishing state, there is no doubt but the town of Limne was equally so. Leland calls it the great old towne, and says, it failed with its haven, and that thereby West Hythe strait increased and was in price, the following is his account of it: "Lymme hille, or Lyme, was sumtyme a famose haven and good for shyppes that myght cum to the foote of the hille. The place ys yet cawled Shypway and Old Haven. Farther at this day the lord of the V portes kepeth his principal cowrt a lytle by est fro Lymmehil. There remayneth at this day the ruines of a stronge sortresse of the Britons hangging on the hil and cummyng down to the very fote. The cumpase of the forteresse semeth to be a x acres and be lykelyhood yt had sum walle beside that strecchid up to the very top of the hille wher now is the paroch chirche and the archidiacon's howse of Cantorbury. The old walles of the castel made of Britons brikes, very large and great flynt set togyther almost indissolubely with morters made of smaule pybble. The walles be very thikke and yn the west end of the castel appereth the base of an old towre. Abowt this castel yn time of mind were fownd antiquites of mony of the Romeynes. Ther as the chirch is now was sumtyme withowt sayle an abbay. The graves yet appere yn the chirch and of the lodging of the abbay be now converted ynto the archidiacon's howse, the which ys made lyke a castelet embatelyd. There went from Lymme to Cantorbury a streate fayr paved, wherof at this day yt is cawled Stony streat. Yt is the straitets that ever I sawe and towards Cantorbury ward the pavement continually appereth a iiii or v myles. Ther cummeth at this day thorough Lymme castel a litle rylle and other prety waters resort to the places abowt Lymmehil; but wher the ryver Limene showld be I can not tel except yt showld be that that cummeth above Appledore . . iii . . . . myles of, and that ys cours ys now chaunged and renneth a nerer way unto the se by the encresing of Rumeney marsch that was sumtyme al se." (fn. 4) Notwithstanding its former size, it is now only a small inconsiderable village, situated on the summit of the quarryhill, having the church and the archdeacon's house at the corner of it. The latter, formerly called the castle, but now the court-lodge, is probably built on the scite of the antient Roman watch-tower above-mentioned, on the edge of the almost perpendicular summit of it. It is a fine losty castellated mansion, commanding an extensive view over the Marsh and adjoining ocean southward, from all which it is a most distinguished object. Several springs rise here out of the rock, one of which runs through the wall of the castle, and thence down the hill towards the marshes. The centre of the parish is along the ridge of these hills, which are here an entire surface of stone, on each side of which it extends, as well into the Marsh southward, to Botolphs, now called Butters bridge, which is supposed to have been the most antient stone bridge in England. It has lately been repaired with a new work of brick, so that there is nothing of the antient masonry of it to be seen, as it does above the hills northward to Newin-green, and the high road from Hythe to Ashford. Upon the point of a hill between Hythe and Limne castle, a new battery of four guns has been erected, which commands the adjacent coast, and is intended as a covering to the three new forts described under Hythe.
LIMNE is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Canterbury, and deanry of its own name.
¶The church, dedicated to St. Stephen, stands on the edge of the rock at the south-east corner of the village. It is a fine antient building, of two isles and a high chancel, having a square tower, which stands in the middle of the south isle, and separates it from the chancel. There are five bells in it. In the chancel is a monument and several memorials for the Bridgers, tenants of the court lodge; arms, Argent, a chevron, sable, between three crabs, gules. In the north isle is a memorial for Henry Bagnal, vicar of Limne, who left one son Henry, rector of Frittenden, obt. 1748. On a stone, coffin fashion, a cross, having at the top a quaterfoil, and at bottom a cross formee. The north isle only is ceiled. In the north wall of it is an antient tomb, with a low pointed arch, and a memorial for Capt. Isaac Batchelour, obt. 1681; arms, On a bend, three fleurs de lis, between three wings. There are two stones, cossin-shaped, with crosses on them, very an tient, which are placed as two steps from the porch into the church. The church-yard, which is wholly on the north and east sides, is remarkably large. There are several very antient tombs in it, but the inscriptions are illegible.
The church of Limne was part of the antient possessions of the archbishopric, and continued so till archbishop Lansranc gave it to the archdeaconry, at which time, or very soon afterwards, it seems to have been appropriated to it, being the first possessions it ever had. The parsonage-house, since called the court-lodge, or Limne castle, is situated on the edge of the hill, close to the west end of the church. It is a large antient castellated mansion, with gothic arched windows and doors, and embattled at the top, having a semicircular tower at the west end. It seems to have been formerly much larger. The offices belonging to it in the outer court, or farm-yard, are likewise built of stone, with arched doors and windows, and the whole inclosed with walls of the like sort, all seemingly very antient. The lower part, near the foundation southward, appears to be much more antient than its superstructure, which is believed to have been great part of it built out of the ruins brought from those of Stutsall castle, for several Roman or British bricks appear dispersed in different parts of it. Leland says, there was once an abbey in it, and by the description of the archbishop's manor of Aldington, in Domesday, to which Limne seems to have been an appendage, it appears to have had an ecclesiastical community in it, for it is there said to have had at that time seven priests, who paid a rent to the archbishop. But of what establishment these priests were, is uncertain, for I find no mention made of them elsewhere, and it is most likely their community was dissolved, and they were dispossessed of it, at the time of this gift of it to the archdeaconry. Since which this parsonage, with the court-lodge, tithes, and glebe lands appropriate, together with the advowson of the vicarage of the church of Limne, has continued to this time part of the possessions of the archdeaconry of Canterbury.
I have to admit at not knowing there was a church here at Lympne, but then it is down a very narrow and winding main street, which ends just outside the church and an entrance to the neighbouring castle.
Lympne, pronounced "Lim" for some reason, probably to confuse visitors, that's the excuse in Norfolk anyway.
There are no words in which I can describe St Nicholas; it is huge and sprawling, and access for the bell-ringers us up a fine spiral staircase.
Arches, arches, side chapels and aisles, it has it all.
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LIMNE
LIES the next parish northward from Burmarsh, for the most part on the quarry or sand hill. It is written in antient records Limne, Limpne, and Limene, taking its name from the antient river Limene, which ran once below it, at the foot of the hill, where, and probably some way higher, the tide of the sea once flowed, through a sufficient channel for the passage of ships; forming here a commodious haven or port, called by the Romans Portus Lemanis, but for want of a sufficient force of the fresh waters to repel the sand and beach, continually driven up hither by the sea, not only this haven was choaked up, but the channel of the river Limene itself, which afterwards directed the whole course of its waters another way, and this port, as well as the channel through which it once flowed, even to its entrance or mouth next the sea, has been for some hundred years sound land, and pasturage for the cattle grazing on it. That part of this parish, in which the church and village are situated, lies within the hundred of Street, the south-east parts in the hundred of Worth, and the remainder, being the northern part of it, in that of Heane. The lower or southern part is within the level of Romney Marsh, where it is within the liberty and jurisdiction of the justices of it.
THIS PLACE is acknowledged by most writers to have been that station of the Romans mentioned in Ptolemy's geography, (fn. 1) by the name of AIMHN, and in the several copies of Antoninus's Itinerary, by that of Portus Lemanis, (fn. 2) a port which was at that time of very eminent account. The river Limene, now called the Rother, or at least a principal branch of it, once flowed from Apledore hither, by the foot of the hills, the cliffs of which still appear to have been washed and worn away by it. The channel where it ran is still visible, and the grounds along the course of it are now lower than in any other part of the marsh near it, the ditches remaining full here, when those higher, about Dimchurch and other places, are so dry, that there are no waters left to sew from them. (fn. 3) For want of the channel of this river to sew the grounds, there are many hundred acres of marsh lands, through which it once flowed, extending from Apledore and Ruckinge quite across to Fairfield and Snargate, which are become a swamp, and great part of them under water for the greatest part of the year. (fn. 3) On this river, at the foot of Limne-hill, the Romans had the above-mentioned famous port, the only one they had on this southern shore of Kent, to which the sea flowed up at that time from the mouth of it, which probably was not sar distant from Hythe westward, to desend which they had a strong fort about midway down the hill, in which, in the latter part of the Roman empire in Britain, was stationed a detachment of soldiers, called Turnacences, i. e. of Tournay, in Flanders, under their commander, and at the general disposition of the count of the Saxon shore in Britain. Besides this, at the summit of the hill, where the castle, or archdeacon's house now is, was most probably a watch tower, one of those five which the Romans, under Theodosius the younger, as Gildas tells us, built upon the southern coast of Britain, at certain distances, to watch the motions of the Saxons, and discover the approach of those pirates, whose invasions the fort below was of sufficient strength to repel.
The old castel of Lyme longed to Rich. Knight of Hyve, late decesid
¶To this place from the station of Durovernum, or Canterbury, was a Roman military road or street, now called Stone-street, lying strait and conspicuous for some miles at this time. The distance from one of these stations to the other, in Antoninus, being marked AD PORTUM LEMANIS, M. P. XVI. sixteen miles, which is answerable to much about the present distance of it. The fragments remaining of the fort above-mentioned, now called STUTFALL CASTLE, shew the walls of it to have been of a prodigious thickness. They are composed of rubble-stone, with a mortar mixed with small pebbles, the facings of them, excepting of one piece, being entirely gone. Those of them most entire throughout it, shew double rows of Roman tiles, fifteen and sixteen inches long, laid at about five feet distance apart, with their extremities curved down to clench one into the other, after the manner of those at Richborough castle. On the east and west sides are large fragments all down the hill. On the upper side of it are the most of them, seemingly in two lines about twenty-five feet distance from each other. At the upper north-west corner is part of a circular tower faced with squared stone, the inside filled up entirely solid. On the lower side next the marsh, there are no remains, perhaps the river, which ran beside it, might be a sufficient defence without any further addition. The area of it contains near ten acres of ground. The fragments remaining seem by length of time, the steepness of the hill, and what is more perhaps by their being stripped of their surface, to have been overthrown, and to have slipped from their original places. So that there is no ascertaining the exact form of this fort, but by what can at present be conjectured, it was of a square form, with the upper corners a little rounded off. This fort most probably continued of use only so long as the harbour and port close to it remained. But the time when it was deserted by the sea, and rendered useless by being choaked up with beach and sand, and the river Limene's course hither by that means swerved up, and directed wholly into another channel, has never been ascertained, though it was probably very soon after the Romans had left this island. For it seems to have been very early after the coming of the Saxons, that the port of West Hythe became of note, in the room of this decayed haven and port. Whilst the port and haven here was in a flourishing state, there is no doubt but the town of Limne was equally so. Leland calls it the great old towne, and says, it failed with its haven, and that thereby West Hythe strait increased and was in price, the following is his account of it: "Lymme hille, or Lyme, was sumtyme a famose haven and good for shyppes that myght cum to the foote of the hille. The place ys yet cawled Shypway and Old Haven. Farther at this day the lord of the V portes kepeth his principal cowrt a lytle by est fro Lymmehil. There remayneth at this day the ruines of a stronge sortresse of the Britons hangging on the hil and cummyng down to the very fote. The cumpase of the forteresse semeth to be a x acres and be lykelyhood yt had sum walle beside that strecchid up to the very top of the hille wher now is the paroch chirche and the archidiacon's howse of Cantorbury. The old walles of the castel made of Britons brikes, very large and great flynt set togyther almost indissolubely with morters made of smaule pybble. The walles be very thikke and yn the west end of the castel appereth the base of an old towre. Abowt this castel yn time of mind were fownd antiquites of mony of the Romeynes. Ther as the chirch is now was sumtyme withowt sayle an abbay. The graves yet appere yn the chirch and of the lodging of the abbay be now converted ynto the archidiacon's howse, the which ys made lyke a castelet embatelyd. There went from Lymme to Cantorbury a streate fayr paved, wherof at this day yt is cawled Stony streat. Yt is the straitets that ever I sawe and towards Cantorbury ward the pavement continually appereth a iiii or v myles. Ther cummeth at this day thorough Lymme castel a litle rylle and other prety waters resort to the places abowt Lymmehil; but wher the ryver Limene showld be I can not tel except yt showld be that that cummeth above Appledore . . iii . . . . myles of, and that ys cours ys now chaunged and renneth a nerer way unto the se by the encresing of Rumeney marsch that was sumtyme al se." (fn. 4) Notwithstanding its former size, it is now only a small inconsiderable village, situated on the summit of the quarryhill, having the church and the archdeacon's house at the corner of it. The latter, formerly called the castle, but now the court-lodge, is probably built on the scite of the antient Roman watch-tower above-mentioned, on the edge of the almost perpendicular summit of it. It is a fine losty castellated mansion, commanding an extensive view over the Marsh and adjoining ocean southward, from all which it is a most distinguished object. Several springs rise here out of the rock, one of which runs through the wall of the castle, and thence down the hill towards the marshes. The centre of the parish is along the ridge of these hills, which are here an entire surface of stone, on each side of which it extends, as well into the Marsh southward, to Botolphs, now called Butters bridge, which is supposed to have been the most antient stone bridge in England. It has lately been repaired with a new work of brick, so that there is nothing of the antient masonry of it to be seen, as it does above the hills northward to Newin-green, and the high road from Hythe to Ashford. Upon the point of a hill between Hythe and Limne castle, a new battery of four guns has been erected, which commands the adjacent coast, and is intended as a covering to the three new forts described under Hythe.
LIMNE is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Canterbury, and deanry of its own name.
¶The church, dedicated to St. Stephen, stands on the edge of the rock at the south-east corner of the village. It is a fine antient building, of two isles and a high chancel, having a square tower, which stands in the middle of the south isle, and separates it from the chancel. There are five bells in it. In the chancel is a monument and several memorials for the Bridgers, tenants of the court lodge; arms, Argent, a chevron, sable, between three crabs, gules. In the north isle is a memorial for Henry Bagnal, vicar of Limne, who left one son Henry, rector of Frittenden, obt. 1748. On a stone, coffin fashion, a cross, having at the top a quaterfoil, and at bottom a cross formee. The north isle only is ceiled. In the north wall of it is an antient tomb, with a low pointed arch, and a memorial for Capt. Isaac Batchelour, obt. 1681; arms, On a bend, three fleurs de lis, between three wings. There are two stones, cossin-shaped, with crosses on them, very an tient, which are placed as two steps from the porch into the church. The church-yard, which is wholly on the north and east sides, is remarkably large. There are several very antient tombs in it, but the inscriptions are illegible.
The church of Limne was part of the antient possessions of the archbishopric, and continued so till archbishop Lansranc gave it to the archdeaconry, at which time, or very soon afterwards, it seems to have been appropriated to it, being the first possessions it ever had. The parsonage-house, since called the court-lodge, or Limne castle, is situated on the edge of the hill, close to the west end of the church. It is a large antient castellated mansion, with gothic arched windows and doors, and embattled at the top, having a semicircular tower at the west end. It seems to have been formerly much larger. The offices belonging to it in the outer court, or farm-yard, are likewise built of stone, with arched doors and windows, and the whole inclosed with walls of the like sort, all seemingly very antient. The lower part, near the foundation southward, appears to be much more antient than its superstructure, which is believed to have been great part of it built out of the ruins brought from those of Stutsall castle, for several Roman or British bricks appear dispersed in different parts of it. Leland says, there was once an abbey in it, and by the description of the archbishop's manor of Aldington, in Domesday, to which Limne seems to have been an appendage, it appears to have had an ecclesiastical community in it, for it is there said to have had at that time seven priests, who paid a rent to the archbishop. But of what establishment these priests were, is uncertain, for I find no mention made of them elsewhere, and it is most likely their community was dissolved, and they were dispossessed of it, at the time of this gift of it to the archdeaconry. Since which this parsonage, with the court-lodge, tithes, and glebe lands appropriate, together with the advowson of the vicarage of the church of Limne, has continued to this time part of the possessions of the archdeaconry of Canterbury.
I have to admit at not knowing there was a church here at Lympne, but then it is down a very narrow and winding main street, which ends just outside the church and an entrance to the neighbouring castle.
Lympne, pronounced "Lim" for some reason, probably to confuse visitors, that's the excuse in Norfolk anyway.
There are no words in which I can describe St Nicholas; it is huge and sprawling, and access for the bell-ringers us up a fine spiral staircase.
Arches, arches, side chapels and aisles, it has it all.
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LIMNE
LIES the next parish northward from Burmarsh, for the most part on the quarry or sand hill. It is written in antient records Limne, Limpne, and Limene, taking its name from the antient river Limene, which ran once below it, at the foot of the hill, where, and probably some way higher, the tide of the sea once flowed, through a sufficient channel for the passage of ships; forming here a commodious haven or port, called by the Romans Portus Lemanis, but for want of a sufficient force of the fresh waters to repel the sand and beach, continually driven up hither by the sea, not only this haven was choaked up, but the channel of the river Limene itself, which afterwards directed the whole course of its waters another way, and this port, as well as the channel through which it once flowed, even to its entrance or mouth next the sea, has been for some hundred years sound land, and pasturage for the cattle grazing on it. That part of this parish, in which the church and village are situated, lies within the hundred of Street, the south-east parts in the hundred of Worth, and the remainder, being the northern part of it, in that of Heane. The lower or southern part is within the level of Romney Marsh, where it is within the liberty and jurisdiction of the justices of it.
THIS PLACE is acknowledged by most writers to have been that station of the Romans mentioned in Ptolemy's geography, (fn. 1) by the name of AIMHN, and in the several copies of Antoninus's Itinerary, by that of Portus Lemanis, (fn. 2) a port which was at that time of very eminent account. The river Limene, now called the Rother, or at least a principal branch of it, once flowed from Apledore hither, by the foot of the hills, the cliffs of which still appear to have been washed and worn away by it. The channel where it ran is still visible, and the grounds along the course of it are now lower than in any other part of the marsh near it, the ditches remaining full here, when those higher, about Dimchurch and other places, are so dry, that there are no waters left to sew from them. (fn. 3) For want of the channel of this river to sew the grounds, there are many hundred acres of marsh lands, through which it once flowed, extending from Apledore and Ruckinge quite across to Fairfield and Snargate, which are become a swamp, and great part of them under water for the greatest part of the year. (fn. 3) On this river, at the foot of Limne-hill, the Romans had the above-mentioned famous port, the only one they had on this southern shore of Kent, to which the sea flowed up at that time from the mouth of it, which probably was not sar distant from Hythe westward, to desend which they had a strong fort about midway down the hill, in which, in the latter part of the Roman empire in Britain, was stationed a detachment of soldiers, called Turnacences, i. e. of Tournay, in Flanders, under their commander, and at the general disposition of the count of the Saxon shore in Britain. Besides this, at the summit of the hill, where the castle, or archdeacon's house now is, was most probably a watch tower, one of those five which the Romans, under Theodosius the younger, as Gildas tells us, built upon the southern coast of Britain, at certain distances, to watch the motions of the Saxons, and discover the approach of those pirates, whose invasions the fort below was of sufficient strength to repel.
The old castel of Lyme longed to Rich. Knight of Hyve, late decesid
¶To this place from the station of Durovernum, or Canterbury, was a Roman military road or street, now called Stone-street, lying strait and conspicuous for some miles at this time. The distance from one of these stations to the other, in Antoninus, being marked AD PORTUM LEMANIS, M. P. XVI. sixteen miles, which is answerable to much about the present distance of it. The fragments remaining of the fort above-mentioned, now called STUTFALL CASTLE, shew the walls of it to have been of a prodigious thickness. They are composed of rubble-stone, with a mortar mixed with small pebbles, the facings of them, excepting of one piece, being entirely gone. Those of them most entire throughout it, shew double rows of Roman tiles, fifteen and sixteen inches long, laid at about five feet distance apart, with their extremities curved down to clench one into the other, after the manner of those at Richborough castle. On the east and west sides are large fragments all down the hill. On the upper side of it are the most of them, seemingly in two lines about twenty-five feet distance from each other. At the upper north-west corner is part of a circular tower faced with squared stone, the inside filled up entirely solid. On the lower side next the marsh, there are no remains, perhaps the river, which ran beside it, might be a sufficient defence without any further addition. The area of it contains near ten acres of ground. The fragments remaining seem by length of time, the steepness of the hill, and what is more perhaps by their being stripped of their surface, to have been overthrown, and to have slipped from their original places. So that there is no ascertaining the exact form of this fort, but by what can at present be conjectured, it was of a square form, with the upper corners a little rounded off. This fort most probably continued of use only so long as the harbour and port close to it remained. But the time when it was deserted by the sea, and rendered useless by being choaked up with beach and sand, and the river Limene's course hither by that means swerved up, and directed wholly into another channel, has never been ascertained, though it was probably very soon after the Romans had left this island. For it seems to have been very early after the coming of the Saxons, that the port of West Hythe became of note, in the room of this decayed haven and port. Whilst the port and haven here was in a flourishing state, there is no doubt but the town of Limne was equally so. Leland calls it the great old towne, and says, it failed with its haven, and that thereby West Hythe strait increased and was in price, the following is his account of it: "Lymme hille, or Lyme, was sumtyme a famose haven and good for shyppes that myght cum to the foote of the hille. The place ys yet cawled Shypway and Old Haven. Farther at this day the lord of the V portes kepeth his principal cowrt a lytle by est fro Lymmehil. There remayneth at this day the ruines of a stronge sortresse of the Britons hangging on the hil and cummyng down to the very fote. The cumpase of the forteresse semeth to be a x acres and be lykelyhood yt had sum walle beside that strecchid up to the very top of the hille wher now is the paroch chirche and the archidiacon's howse of Cantorbury. The old walles of the castel made of Britons brikes, very large and great flynt set togyther almost indissolubely with morters made of smaule pybble. The walles be very thikke and yn the west end of the castel appereth the base of an old towre. Abowt this castel yn time of mind were fownd antiquites of mony of the Romeynes. Ther as the chirch is now was sumtyme withowt sayle an abbay. The graves yet appere yn the chirch and of the lodging of the abbay be now converted ynto the archidiacon's howse, the which ys made lyke a castelet embatelyd. There went from Lymme to Cantorbury a streate fayr paved, wherof at this day yt is cawled Stony streat. Yt is the straitets that ever I sawe and towards Cantorbury ward the pavement continually appereth a iiii or v myles. Ther cummeth at this day thorough Lymme castel a litle rylle and other prety waters resort to the places abowt Lymmehil; but wher the ryver Limene showld be I can not tel except yt showld be that that cummeth above Appledore . . iii . . . . myles of, and that ys cours ys now chaunged and renneth a nerer way unto the se by the encresing of Rumeney marsch that was sumtyme al se." (fn. 4) Notwithstanding its former size, it is now only a small inconsiderable village, situated on the summit of the quarryhill, having the church and the archdeacon's house at the corner of it. The latter, formerly called the castle, but now the court-lodge, is probably built on the scite of the antient Roman watch-tower above-mentioned, on the edge of the almost perpendicular summit of it. It is a fine losty castellated mansion, commanding an extensive view over the Marsh and adjoining ocean southward, from all which it is a most distinguished object. Several springs rise here out of the rock, one of which runs through the wall of the castle, and thence down the hill towards the marshes. The centre of the parish is along the ridge of these hills, which are here an entire surface of stone, on each side of which it extends, as well into the Marsh southward, to Botolphs, now called Butters bridge, which is supposed to have been the most antient stone bridge in England. It has lately been repaired with a new work of brick, so that there is nothing of the antient masonry of it to be seen, as it does above the hills northward to Newin-green, and the high road from Hythe to Ashford. Upon the point of a hill between Hythe and Limne castle, a new battery of four guns has been erected, which commands the adjacent coast, and is intended as a covering to the three new forts described under Hythe.
LIMNE is within the ECCLESIASTICAL JURISDICTION of the diocese of Canterbury, and deanry of its own name.
¶The church, dedicated to St. Stephen, stands on the edge of the rock at the south-east corner of the village. It is a fine antient building, of two isles and a high chancel, having a square tower, which stands in the middle of the south isle, and separates it from the chancel. There are five bells in it. In the chancel is a monument and several memorials for the Bridgers, tenants of the court lodge; arms, Argent, a chevron, sable, between three crabs, gules. In the north isle is a memorial for Henry Bagnal, vicar of Limne, who left one son Henry, rector of Frittenden, obt. 1748. On a stone, coffin fashion, a cross, having at the top a quaterfoil, and at bottom a cross formee. The north isle only is ceiled. In the north wall of it is an antient tomb, with a low pointed arch, and a memorial for Capt. Isaac Batchelour, obt. 1681; arms, On a bend, three fleurs de lis, between three wings. There are two stones, cossin-shaped, with crosses on them, very an tient, which are placed as two steps from the porch into the church. The church-yard, which is wholly on the north and east sides, is remarkably large. There are several very antient tombs in it, but the inscriptions are illegible.
The church of Limne was part of the antient possessions of the archbishopric, and continued so till archbishop Lansranc gave it to the archdeaconry, at which time, or very soon afterwards, it seems to have been appropriated to it, being the first possessions it ever had. The parsonage-house, since called the court-lodge, or Limne castle, is situated on the edge of the hill, close to the west end of the church. It is a large antient castellated mansion, with gothic arched windows and doors, and embattled at the top, having a semicircular tower at the west end. It seems to have been formerly much larger. The offices belonging to it in the outer court, or farm-yard, are likewise built of stone, with arched doors and windows, and the whole inclosed with walls of the like sort, all seemingly very antient. The lower part, near the foundation southward, appears to be much more antient than its superstructure, which is believed to have been great part of it built out of the ruins brought from those of Stutsall castle, for several Roman or British bricks appear dispersed in different parts of it. Leland says, there was once an abbey in it, and by the description of the archbishop's manor of Aldington, in Domesday, to which Limne seems to have been an appendage, it appears to have had an ecclesiastical community in it, for it is there said to have had at that time seven priests, who paid a rent to the archbishop. But of what establishment these priests were, is uncertain, for I find no mention made of them elsewhere, and it is most likely their community was dissolved, and they were dispossessed of it, at the time of this gift of it to the archdeaconry. Since which this parsonage, with the court-lodge, tithes, and glebe lands appropriate, together with the advowson of the vicarage of the church of Limne, has continued to this time part of the possessions of the archdeaconry of Canterbury.
Taken the other day in a local park with my Lensbaby. I've cropped in close for this portrait so a lot of the classic tilt/shift effect has been lost with the exception of the edges. Converted to mono and given a high key treatment.
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Dundalk overwhelm Bangor in All Ireland Final
by Roger Corbett
Bangor’s amazing run in the All Ireland Junior Cup came to an abrupt end when they were comprehensively beaten by Dundalk, eventually losing by 55-5.
Where do you start when trying to relate and absorb the events of Saturday’s final at Chambers Park? Firstly, congratulations to worthy winners Dundalk who nullified the Bangor attack, then went on to produce some stunning plays which racked up no less than 8 tries, each by a different player. For Bangor’s part, they were unable to respond to the intensity of Dundalk’s game, and lacked the cutting edge which their opponents used to great effect.
The day started full of promise, as the strong support from North Down made their way to Chambers Park in Portadown, knowing Bangor would be fielding their best team. Once again, the pundits had Bangor as the underdogs – just as they had done so in the previous three rounds! In confounding the experts earlier, Bangor produced some awesome performances against top quality opposition to get to the final. Dundalk had produced some convincing wins in the early rounds of the competition, but had struggled to get past CIYMS in the semi-final, just managing to squeeze ahead at the second time of asking. However, with a number of key players returning to the side in time for this game, they were now back at full strength and would be a formidable force to contend with.
Having won the toss, captain Jamie Clegg elected to play into the stiff wind in the first half. For the first 5 minutes, Bangor doggedly retained possession and tried to play their way into Dundalk’s half through a series of determined forward moves. However, little ground was made and, when possession was finally lost, the Dundalk back line produced a burst that simply cut through the Bangor defence resulting in an easy touch down under Bangor’s posts for a 7-0 lead.
Bangor stuck to their plan and slowly, but patiently, got their attack moving forward, eventually winning a penalty to the left of Dundalk’s posts, but Mark Widdowson’s kick into the wind drifted just wide of the mark.
The contrast in play between the two teams was becoming clear, with Bangor trying to keep the ball close while Dundalk were throwing it wide. The latter strategy was proving to be the more effective as, with 20 minutes gone, a quick back line move with players looping around resulted in an overlap on the right wing which gave a clear run in to again, score under the posts. A further 9 minutes later, they did it again and, although the Bangor defence had sensed the danger and moved across to cover it, their tackling let them down allowing Dundalk to get over in the right hand corner, taking their lead to 19-0.
By now, Bangor were trying to hang on until half time when they could regroup and come out with the wind at their backs. Dundalk, on the other hand were anxious to press home their advantage and give them a more comfortable lead. To Bangor’s credit, although camped on their own line for lengthy spells, they dug in and managed to hold on until the referee’s half time whistle.
As the teams reappeared from the dressing rooms, it was obvious Bangor were ringing the changes, particularly in the backs. With the wind advantage having lessened considerably, Bangor got the second half underway. It was now Dundalk’s turn to adopt the slow, steady approach, just as Bangor had done earlier. However, their more confident off-loading and support play was, once again, taking play deep into Bangor’s territory. Frustration at not being able to gain possession and take play out of their danger area eventually resulted in a yellow card for Clegg after a succession of penalties. Dundalk kicked the penalty to touch, won their lineout and drove for the line. Although initially held up by the Bangor defence, Dundalk’s repeated drives were eventually rewarded with another converted score, extending their lead to 26-0.
From the touchline, the Bangor faithful had felt that if their players had managed to score first in the second half, they may have been able to mount a fight-back and close the gap to their opponents. As it was, this Dundalk score simply bolstered their confidence and pushed Bangor deeper into trouble. With Bangor still a man down, Dundalk added to the score with a penalty and then another score in the corner. Everything was now working for the Leinster men, as even the difficult touchline conversion into the biting wind successfully split the posts, bringing the score to 36-0.
As the game entered the final quarter, and with Dundalk all but holding the cup, Bangor were now on the ropes. By contrast, the Dundalk players were in almost total control, and were not going to slow down now. In a 10 minute spell, they ran in a further 3 tries, making the scoreline 55-0. By now, any sense of dejection the Bangor supporters may have been feeling was now moved to feelings of sympathy for their players. However, pride was at stake and once again Bangor rallied as the game entered its final minutes. At last, the forwards got within striking distance of the Dundalk line and, although their repeated attacks were repelled, they finally managed to do what their opponents had done so effectively, and quickly passed the ball wide to Davy Charles. Even though they were 55 points ahead, the Dundalk defence made Charles work hard to drive through the tackles and score Bangor’s consolation try, bringing the final score to 55-5.
From Bangor’s point of view, the final score doesn’t tell the whole story of this competition. While the final may have resulted in a sad anti-climax for Bangor, the remarkable journey to get there will be remembered for some time. On the day, Dundalk were by far the better side, and Bangor would have to concede that their game was not up to the usual standard. However, there is no doubt the experience of competing at this level is something to relish and the goal now will be to secure a top four place in the league and try again next year.
Everybody at the club has nothing but the highest respect and praise for what has been achieved this year by not just the 1sts, but all the senior teams, and one poor result isn’t going to change that – the welcome at Upritchard Park for the returning players is testament to that. With that in mind, the players now need to put this disappointment behind them and provide the best possible response against a struggling Portadown side at home in the league next Saturday.
Bangor side: J Leary, A Jackson, P Whyte, F Black, G Irvine, R Latimer, J Clegg, C Stewart, R Armstrong, K Rosson, D Charles, M Aspley, M Weir, M Widdowson, C Morgan
Subs: S Irvine, O McIlmurray, D Kelly, M Rodgers, C Harper, D Fusco, M Thompson
Bangor scores: D Charles (1T)
Dundalk Storm To Title Dundalk 55 v Bangor 5 from KnockOn.ie
Dundalk Scorers: Christopher Scully, Owen McNally, Jonathan Williams, John Smyth, Ultan Murphy, Tiernan Gonnelly, James McConnon and Stephen Murphy 1 try each. Ultan Murphy 6 cons, 1 pen.
Bangor Scorers: David Charles 1 try.
In front of a big crowd at Chambers Park on Saturday afternoon Dundalk delivered a stunning and ruthless display to see off the challenge of Bangor and capture the All Ireland Junior Cup title for the very first time.
Three first half tries had them firmly in control at 19-0 ahead having played with the elements at the Portadown venue during the first half and while the wind dropped somewhat after half time the Dundalk intensity most certainly didn’t as they cut loose scoring five more tries.
Dundalk returned to a heroes welcome at their Mill Road clubhouse on Saturday night after a display of pure brilliance throughout the afternoon.
Precision, pace and skill from the Louth men from start to finish left Bangor playing second fiddle for long periods.
Team member liverpool sea odyssey
Liverpool sea odyssey city centre april 2012
The Sea of Liverpool has swallowed up so many sailors, travellers and adventurers that you would think it was a cannibal.
Icebergs are boat hunters and Liverpudlians are huge children with eyes full of hope and rebellion.
For the unsinkable Titanic, her first voyage was also to be her last.
But let's move right away to the story of one stowaway: loaded on board during the night, unnoticed - a thirty foot tall Giant capable of travelling through time, on his way to another continent to meet his daughter, the Little Giant.
Giants don't grow old, don't grow up, they just stay the age they are for eternity - that is, if they don't die. Disaster struck in the Atlantic Ocean; everyone knows the details of the accident. The ocean liner was the pride of Liverpool, and many different Liverpudlian tradesmen were recruited, mainly to maintain the ship and to look after the passengers.
But let's return to our gigantic passenger trapped in one of the holds. He feels the full force of the iceberg's blade. The sea rushes into the ship so fiercely that he is unable to move.
He is a prisoner and plummets 12,000 feet with the Titanic. We believe that, knowing he would soon die, he took his last underwater lift ride before coming to rest in a cloud of dust on the ocean bed.
Above, petrified with fear, survivors hoped for miracles - some were rescued, that too is known.
When the Little Giant heard the news, she sought out her uncle, the Great Giant's brother. While listening to her, the uncle made a decision that was to take him a century to carry out.
First, he would make himself a diving suit. Then he would scour the ocean floor for the shipwreck. After that, he would bury his brother in the deep-sea bed. Most importantly, he would come back with the letter the Great Giant had written to the Little Giant Girl. This is why he walked for many long years across the ocean floor, pulling the Titanic's mail trunk to bring back the post to Liverpool.
Such tragedies do not affect the Little Giant's morale who bravely decided to come to the reunion. While reading magazines before leaving, she discovered that there are another two famed legends in Liverpool - The Beatles music, and the sheer madness for football of the rebel City.
Before setting up her first camp in Stanley Park, between the two football stadiums north of the city, she decides she will go on a cruise through the town on a road-sailing boat. A few hours before her arrival, as if by magic, a geyser shoots up from the ground in the city centre, to herald her arrival.
Written By Jean-Luc Courcoult
Author, Artistic Director and Founder, Royal De Luxe.