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Bus driver taking a liitle nap while his passengers are visiting the Terra Cotta Warriors in Xian, China.
Porto, Portugal
This is from Serralves, a museum/garden where a 40h non-stop arts festival will take place this weekend . I guess it will be too busy to take a nap there for the next 2 days.
If you can go there. It's lots of fun.
Oriolus chinensis-The Black-naped Oriole is found in many parts of Asia. the Black-naped Oriole has the stripe broadening and joining at the back of the neck. Males and females are very similar although the wing lining of the female is more greenish. The bill is pink and is stouter than in the Golden Oriole.
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The day was quite rainy. We are in the middle of the rainy season ... Heat, humidity, rain, sky always gray .... I could say that this is not the best time to stay in Japan! This gentleman stood under the railway bridge, avoiding rain, to take a nap. One of the many "recyclable materials pickers"
This was an unusual spot to find Dempsey. Usually during the day, he naps with Halley on my bedroom chair or in Olaf’s kennel.
through the keyhole of a door. the restoration workers taking a nap after lunch. according to the government many of the workers employed for the restoration are descendants of the workers who built the original buildings.
Cortney takes advantage of my having wandered off to shoot a moose for a little nap on Adirondack Lake.
Private Maurice Edward Napper, G/1060, 7th (Service) Battalion Royal Sussex Regiment, was born in Rudgwick in 1887, the son of James & Catherine Napper and husband of Edith A Holder (married Petworth June 1912).
Maurice enlisted for service at Hurstpierpoint, Sussex, on 3rd September 1914, joining the newly formed 7th (Service) Battalion, Royal Sussex Regiment. The battalion left Folkestone pier on 31st May 1915 and landed in Boulogne the following day.
At the end of October 1915 the battalion entered the lines in the area of the Loos battlefield (the Battle of Loos had opened on 25th September 1915). They were to remain in this area, and north towards the village of Festubert through the winter ahead.
At 9am on 17th March 1916 the 7/Sussex relieved the 8th Battalion Royal Fusiliers in ALEXANDER and BROOKWOOD trenches, facing the German lines around the quarries west of Cite St Elie. The relief was completed by 12.45pm. Considerable enemy trench mortar fire was directed at the battalions lines behind HAIRPIN CRATERS. Retaliatory artillery fire was attempted but it was found that the enemy mortar was in a very awkward position behind the crater mounds. The Battalion War Diary reports that Lt Stanley George Simmins and five other ranks were wounded.
The Commonwealth War Graves Commission and Soldiers Died in the Great War note that two men of 7/Sussex were killed in action on 17th March 1916; Private Maurice Edward Napper, from Rudgwick and Corporal William George Stenner, G/904 from Binfield Heath. It is likely, therefore, that these two men were killed by the enemy trench mortar bombardment near to HAIRPIN CRATERS.
Cpl Stenner and Maurice were laid to rest in Vermelles British Cemetery, almost side by side.
Maurice Napper is commemorated on the Rudgwick Village War Memorial, West Sussex. Further information can be obtained at www.rudgwickremembers.com
Napping.....When you work hard on the farm and play with race cars all day a nap is certainly in order. I wish I could have caught his praying hands, its how he usually sleeps.
Visibility across the moors was very poor due to the amount of controlled fires on the heather so dropped down into Hutton Le Hole to visit the superb Rydale Folk Museum.
Well worth the visit and a cracking cream tea afterwards in a neighbouring tea room.
This guy apparently pulled up to the front of our camp, parked his bike, decided that having his whole body except for his head could rest on said bike, and took an epic nap.
It looks uncomfortable, but his face tells a different story.