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Knowing how much of a nest egg you'll need for retirement is a constantly moving target
ODC - 11/24/2015 - Moving Target
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Knowing or assuming that people on airports are already bit nervous about getting aboard and they could be even more nervous if I would try to take many shots with my "new" Nikkor 55 1.2 to have at least some shot focused, I decided to mount my 85 1.4 again.
I saw this lady in the line in front of check-in desks. Then I saw her again in cafe close to gate and decided to wait and ask her when she is done with her coffee. She kindly agreed and I'm glad. I like her hat and glasses.
This picture is #+100 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
Il est souvent intéressant d'observer les hommes en milieu clos, dans un sauna par exemple.
Arrêtons-nous sur deux collègues : ils échangeront certainement sur le travail, la politique, des faits anodins, en toute complicité. Que signifie alors ici "homosexualité", quand elle perd son sens commun?
- Lao Tzu (Chinese taoist Philosopher, founder of Taoism. 600 BC-531 BC)
Photo taken at the A-ma Temple in Macau.
Knowing my wife had demanded I got home on time for some lurv I made a quick diversion on the way home to try and catch the weather front over Jodrell Bank. I would have liked to take longer, but when my wife says I have to be home on time, well.......... This shot straight out of the camera.
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.
"A good photograph is knowing where to stand" - Anselm Adams - and the photographer in the image chose his spot and waited patiently for the moment.
Light Without Knowing Darkness
"To attempt seeing Truth without knowing Falsehood. It is the attempt to see the Light without knowing the Darkness. It cannot be."
--Frank Herbert
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Missing Piece
Playing with the classic jigsaw idea whilst it is raining outside..
A couple of Points to note:
1. Pick a jigsaw not marked as HARD. (failed)
2. When complete don't drop it so you have to start again.. (failed)
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. "
Given the weather in the mid morning and knowing this was 953 I wasn't going to bother with this, but as I left the office for lunch, thought I might as well catch it. It rolled through the station early along platform 8 as I descended the steps of platform 5. I quick piece of framing was required to at least give a half decent capture avoiding a completely wasted journey.
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 =**
29 mit 50
"Wissenswerte Tatsachen aus allen Gebieten"
Leipzig 1939, Deutschland.
Worth knowing facts from all realms, 1939 Leipzig, Germany.
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/
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.
The world turns aside to let any man pass who knows where he is going. (Epictetus)
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“Simply knowing the areas in which students are struggling is not enough for teachers to be able to teach differently….”
I created this mini-poster using clipart from Microsoft Publisher.
Desmond Elliot, Ebele Okaro, Chioma Chukwuku
this film show that sometimes good people do bad things. Beautiful story with a beautiful ending... 8.5/10
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Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.
Vancouver, Canada
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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.
Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know before you learned it. - Doe Zantamata
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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.