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At Somewhere
Animations: by myself
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Nelline Morane
Lisapia Resident
Tsubasa Resident
Art procured recently fits perfectly in Hazel's new skypad.
NOW WE HAVE a PROBLEM by ABYSS ARTFUL- NOW at ABYSSAL-Kondor Art Center
This monster loves to prepare the tastiest dishes west of the Hawk Ridge Mountains. And during the Exotic Feast he's able to find some of the best ingredients.
Just the other day the Firefox Twins brought back some pixies which, when ground up, add a fantastical tang to adventurer stew.
One of the secrets to M'nd Fl'yer's success as a chef comes from being able to get his hands on rare ingredients like that. He has an in with a Goblin scavenger who procures some of the best while rummaging through adventure's pockets.
But sometimes you need the basic staples too. A recent haul of rats by HuffnPuff provides the stock for today's batch of stew.
Now Chef M'nd Fl'yer just needs to find the right adventurer to add to the pot. Preferably not one of those lanky ones with greasy hair. If he can find one that's spent a few too many fortnights in his parents basement that would be ideal.
Built as part of the Exotic Feast collab with entries from
Jane Wells Webb Loudon (1807-1858), well-known author of fantasy and 'science fiction', was also a great lover of flowers. She authored The Ladies' Flower-garden. Perennials (1843). About this Salvia: 'It is scarcely worth cultivating in gardens, as it is more curious than beautiful'.
It had been grown from seed in England since 1823 in the nursery of James Covill, jr. (1777-1832). Robert Sweet (1783-1835) named it for Nathaniel Wofff Wallich (1786-1854) a famous botanical India hand, in 1826. He writes it hails from Nepal, from where seed had been procured by a Mr Hood.
It thrives well above 2000 metres - 'lover of clouds' - in India, China and the Far East but also clearly at the level of Dahlem in Berlin!
14th June 2015 - British Aircraft Corporation TSR 2 XR220 taken in the morning sun on a rare outing outside her hangar at the RAF Cosford 2015 airshow.
The Following is taken from the museum website:
Although never developed beyond the prototype stage, the British Aircraft Corporation TSR2 was one of the most exciting and controversial British combat aircraft designs of the 1960s. The cancellation of the project is a subject of great debate to this day.
During the mid 1950s, the increasing sophistication of air defence systems led the RAF to consider the procurement of a high speed, low level strike and reconnaissance aircraft to replace the English Electric Canberra. In October 1957, the Ministry of Supply released the first specification for such an aircraft.
On 1 January 1959 the Ministry of Supply announced a design had been selected for production. Christened the TSR2 (Tactical Strike and Reconnaissance Mach 2), this aircraft was developed by a joint design team. A contract for eleven TSR2 prototypes was concluded on 6 October 1960, the first (XR219) made its maiden flight from Boscombe Down on 27 September 1964.
By 31 March 1965 XR219 had completed twenty-four flights, and a second, the aircraft you see here, was to join the programme. Initial reports indicated that the TSR2 was an outstanding technical success. However political opposition to the project led to it being cancelled from 6 April 1965.
Fernand Léger, né le 4 février 1881, à Argentan (Orne) et mort le 17 août 1955 à Gif-sur-Yvette (Essonne), est un peintre français, aussi créateur de cartons de tapisseries et de vitraux, décorateur, céramiste, sculpteur, dessinateur et illustrateur.
Il a été l’un des premiers à exposer publiquement des travaux d’orientation cubiste, même si on a parfois qualifié son style de « tubiste ».
La Partie de campagne est le titre donné par Fernand Léger à une série réalisée à la fin de sa vie. Les peintures et les études graphiques appartenant à cet ensemble traitent des loisirs et des congés payés que la loi historique votée sous le Front Populaire a érigé en un événement social majeur. Tournant la page des heures sombres de la guerre , une atmosphère joyeuse caractérise ces oeuvres et invite à profiter des joies simples que procure le repos dans la nature.
Fernand Léger, born February 4, 1881, in Argentan (Orne) and died August 17, 1955 in Gif-sur-Yvette (Essonne), is a French painter, also creator of tapestry cartoons and stained glass windows, decorator, ceramist, sculptor , designer and illustrator.
He was one of the first to publicly exhibit Cubist-oriented work, although his style has sometimes been described as “tubist”.
The Country Party is the title given by Fernand Léger to a series produced at the end of his life. The paintings and graphic studies belonging to this group deal with leisure and paid leave that the historic law passed under the Popular Front established as a major social event. Turning the page on the dark hours of war, a joyful atmosphere characterizes these works and invites us to enjoy the simple joys that rest in nature provides.
14th June 2015 - British Aircraft Corporation TSR 2 XR220 taken in the morning sun on a rare outing outside her hangar at the RAF Cosford 2015 airshow.
The Following is taken from the museum website:
Although never developed beyond the prototype stage, the British Aircraft Corporation TSR2 was one of the most exciting and controversial British combat aircraft designs of the 1960s. The cancellation of the project is a subject of great debate to this day.
During the mid 1950s, the increasing sophistication of air defence systems led the RAF to consider the procurement of a high speed, low level strike and reconnaissance aircraft to replace the English Electric Canberra. In October 1957, the Ministry of Supply released the first specification for such an aircraft.
On 1 January 1959 the Ministry of Supply announced a design had been selected for production. Christened the TSR2 (Tactical Strike and Reconnaissance Mach 2), this aircraft was developed by a joint design team. A contract for eleven TSR2 prototypes was concluded on 6 October 1960, the first (XR219) made its maiden flight from Boscombe Down on 27 September 1964.
By 31 March 1965 XR219 had completed twenty-four flights, and a second, the aircraft you see here, was to join the programme. Initial reports indicated that the TSR2 was an outstanding technical success. However political opposition to the project led to it being cancelled from 6 April 1965.
We have had a large number of baby woodpeckers this year. This is a handsome male that may be last year's young. The fathers often bring the young to the feeding station. After procuring and feeding the young a couple of times, the father gets fairly aggressive towards the baby trying to urge them to the feeder. Often the young will fly away to another tree. Ultimately, they learn on their own. This photo was taken in Georgetown, KY.
The scientific name for the Red-Bellied Woodpecker is Melanerpes carolinus.
Today, the Spinning Enhanced Visible and Infrared Imager instrument on MSG-4 captured its first image of Earth. This demonstrates that Europe’s latest geostationary weather satellite, launched on 15 July, is performing well and is on its way to becoming fully operational when needed after six months of commissioning.
ESA was responsible for the initial operations after launch (the so-called launch and early orbit phase) of MSG-4 and handed over the satellite to EUMETSAT on 26 July.
The first image is a joint achievement by ESA, EUMETSAT and European space industry. For its mandatory programmes, EUMETSAT relies on ESA to develop new satellites and procure the recurrent satellites like MSG-4. This cooperation model has made Europe a world leader in satellite meteorology by making best use of the two agencies’ expertise.
Read the full press release.
Credit: Eumetsat
The rockets travelled at supersonic speed, impacted without audible warning, and proved unstoppable, as no effective defense existed. Teams from the Allied forces—the United States, the United Kingdom, and the Soviet Union—raced to seize major German manufacturing facilities, procure the Germans' missile technology, and capture the V-2’s launching sites. Von Braun and more than 100 important V-2 personnel surrendered to the Americans, and many of the original V-2 team ended up working at the Redstone Arsenal. 1944-1952
This Cotoneaster bush provides ample supply of red berries for the wild birds in Winter /
Ce Cotonéaster a la pousse rapide procure une nourriture abondante aux oiseaux du ciel en Automne/Hiver.
Procuré mantener las distancias, era una lacra, todo lo que rodeaba el incidente de aquella noche se tornaba tóxico. Estábamos contaminados, cada poro, cada idea, ya no quedaba nada limpio en nosotros.
The rooftop sign advertising the main tenant of this highrise has been a landmark in Harrisburg Pennsylvania for more than 40 years, or about as long as the original electric “Harrisburger Hotel” sign lit up the night skies over Pennsylvania’s capital. Politicians and lobbyists once flocked to its Caucus Room lounge to wheel and deal late into the evening.
Commissioned by an investment group headed by building contractor Ray Shoemaker, this handsome brick tower features stone false balconies and Art Deco trim. But by 1969, it had declined to the point of hosting a national hobo jamboree. A real estate businessman named Charles Adler and a few of his associates snapped it up that year with the stated aim of converting it to office space.
Adler was also the campaign fundraising boss for gubernatorial candidate Milton Shapp, and when Shapp won, he made Adler his deputy secretary for state procurement. The new governor soon came under fire when the state took a sizeable lease in the former hotel. Pundits called it “Milton’s Hilton,” but Shapp survived the controversy. Today the tenant mix includes attorneys, state officials, and nonprofits.
Address. 200 N. Third St.
Opened. 1930
Height. 257'
Stories. 19
Style. Art Deco
Architect. Lawrie & Green
It's "Grab-a-Box" week once again. This time I reached into the cabinet in the hall and opened a shoe box containing maybe thirty of those little yellow boxes. This one would held 20 slides, but only 15 were in it. I scanned them all and will post them all so this theme will run for a little over two weeks. All are from the 80's decade. There are six railroads represented. So, with no direction to go with but chronologically, we'll begin with the earliest one from 1980 and make our way to the final ones in 1988.
In this photo we find New York, Susquehanna & Western's little isolated operation along the former Lehigh & Hudson River Railroad tracks in Vernon, NJ. It may not look like much, but it was the start of big things to come as you will read below. This job ran maybe once a week, usually on Saturday's. The 1804 and caboose 0100 were stationed at Sparta, NJ and ran to Warwick, NY to interchange cars with Conrail to serve customers in Franklin and Sparta. I believe the switches pointed north, so the caboose was necessary for the 20 plus mile shove south.
What's so important about this? Competition. Unlike today's railroading where everyone in the schoolyard must play nice and we all get a trophy, (does Shared assets and the Pan Am merger/B&E ring a bell??), Susquehanna was up to no good and was going to reinvent David and Goliath, railroad style.
Clipped from the NYS&W Tech & Historical Society website:
"1982 - DO (new NYS&W) assumed operations of the former Lackawanna Railroad's Syracuse and Utica branches.. These new New York State rail lines were dubbed the "Northern Division". The disconnected original NYS&W main in New Jersey was dubbed the "Southern Division". Also purchased was a portion of the former Lehigh and Hudson River Railway (L&HR), from Franklin, NJ to the New York state line at Vernon, New Jersey/Warwick, New York. 1985 - Purchase of the remaining L&HR in New Jersey by acquiring the portion from Sparta to Franklin was completed. The NYS&W began an isolated service from Warwick to Sparta on this newly acquired line. They would receive cars from Conrail in Warwick and deliver them to customers in Sparta. Seeking to link their two operations, The Susquehanna Southern Division was extended north to Binghamton, New York via Conrail haulage rights and procurement of additional existing track.
1986 - The NYS&W rebuilds its line to Sparta. There was now a competitor in the northeast for Conrail's business for the first time since its inception a decade before."
As you can see in my photo of GP18 #1804, there are many more tie gondolas than revenue freight tied behind her coupler, so change is coming. The legal connection were made with government approval. The double stack containers from Hanjin and Sea-Land are already running under the Conrail Haulage agreement via the Southern Tier Line between Binghamton and Passaic Jct that I wrote about in an earlier post. Soon, a move will be made to here, the key to the whole shebang.
Procure sempre o grande prazer de um novo momento de vida!
Always seek the pleasure of a moment of life!
Theme: youtu.be/e6JitQGZs-o
It was respect for one another that made them the ideal dynamic. In another life, they could have been beautiful, subtle co-conspirators. They were unlike the melodramatic or hungry or addicted, but rather, seductively intertwined and woven by their passions. In this case, they needed an ingredient, and this was the only urgency in their agreement. There is always unfinished stories, some way or another, and together, Oreyn Fox and Zimelda Zemeckis were living theirs.
Here Zemeckis presses with urgency the need for an ingredient that has depleted from her stores, in order to continue the treatment on Hannah Fischer. A mushroom, procured from a students secret and hidden plantation somewhere in the castle, a new revelation to Fox who was blissfully unaware of its existence.
As a human, James always looked up to Riyan. He wanted to do all the things that his older brother could do, procure magic out of nothing, move or destroy things without touching it at all. He always wanted to be cured of his sickness so he could travel the world with Riyan, he knew he was the reason why his brother never really strayed far from home. But one night, Riyan came to James' room and said he was venturing out to look for a cure. He pleaded with his brother not to go, but Sebastian went regardless and did not return for years.
James grew more and more sickly and eventually was submitted into Arcadia's best hospital where he met her, Bambi, a face he'll never forget.
[Might be confusing to a few, but James was Journey's human life before he passed away and was reborn as an angel who protects the goddess Nem!]
The old Quebec seminary - the Procure wing
In the heart of the historic quarter of Quebec’s capital city, the buildings of the Old Québec Seminary were built between 1675 and 1868.
“Today this complex is called the Vieux Séminaire de Québec. It is modeled on French 17th-century convents and colleges. Its three buildings have features specific to French Regime construction: white plaster walls with S-shaped wall anchors, higher in certain spots to serve as a fire stop, and tin roofs with dormer windows. The buildings are arranged to form a typical inner court.
The Procure wing, shown here, with its signature sundial dating from 1773 is the oldest building. It was constructed sometime around 1680, then rebuilt three times due to fire. The only parts that remain from the original building are the vaulted cellars where Monseigneur Laval’s kitchen was located.
A LEADING INSTITUTION OF NEW FRANCE
The Séminaire de Québec was a society of Catholic priests founded in 1663 by François de Laval, who would become the first bishop of Québec. He established this society to train priests, evangelize the Aboriginals, and administer the parishes of the colony as a whole. Two years later he opened the Petit Séminaire, a boys’ school. The site of the first building is indicated by the rectangular marking on the pavement of the inner court.
A CLASSICAL EDUCATION
It was Louis XIV’s wish that the Petit Séminaire educate young boys and convert the Aboriginals. But for the first 100 years, it was a boarding school for future priests who studied at the Jesuit College—very close by, where City Hall is located today—before entering the Grand Séminaire.
After the conquest of New France was formalized in 1760, the British army requisitioned the Jesuit College for use as barracks. From that point on, the Séminaire had to expand its role and become an educational institution providing a classical curriculum, as the Jesuits were expelled from the colony. The students at the Petit Séminaire received an education based on the great European philosophers and writers, as well as French, Greek, and Latin. The purpose of this training in the classics was to mold them into full-fledged citizens, hale in mind and body, to make up the elite of Québec society.
THE TRADITION LIVES ON
The three wings of the Vieux Séminaire housed the Petit Séminaire de Québec until 1987. Its educational role lives on because Université Laval’s school of architecture is now occupied these heritage buildings.”
Source: www.ville.quebec.qc.ca/en/citoyens/patrimoine/quartiers/v...
North American Rockwell OV-10A Bronco #440
N401DF, c/n 305-68, usually based at Columbia Air Attack Base
This aircraft was originally procured for the U.S. Marine Corps as 155457.
Sacramento McClellan Airport (MCC / KMCC), California
OV-10 Air Tactical Aircraft (CAL FIRE):
www.fire.ca.gov/media/kkfd4s40/ov-10-2020-1.pdf
North American Rockwell OV-10 Bronco (Wikipedia):
Venha, procure, porque a busca é o alicerce da sorte: todo sucesso depende de colocar o coração naquilo que você quer.
A Royal Navy Wildcat helicopterfrom 825 Naval Air Squadron (NAS) in flight over the English Channel.
Wildcat is the latest generation of multi role helicopter specifically procured to operate from the Frigates and Destroyers of the Royal Navy.
Wildcat takes the very best features of the existing Fleet Air Arm Lynx – and gives it extra punch.
The Lynx Wildcat (rather than just plain Wildcat to avoid confusion with the legendary WW2 Naval fighter) might look like its predecessor – and possess many of its outstanding characteristics, but it will be leaps ahead in so many ways.
The engines are considerably more powerful providing much improved performance when operating in hot environments and at high altitudes.
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The woods is where I ran. Over this, under that and up I clambered to escape the injury of home.
On a burning summers day, umbrage and anger sent me crashing through the warm, open house, determined as I was to flee from all this injurious order. I grabbed the essentials, crammed them into my kit bag and left the house with a discordant coda of spiteful words and a carefully slammed door. And then there I was. My life at the mercy of the soft summer zephyr that gently stirred the world. Dandelion wishes whirled in the air, birds sang their warbling songs and neighbours waved warm salutations. Against this onslaught of heat and warmth I stood stoic, a figure of determination incarnate. I set my feet to work and I was gone.
Across the pristine lawn, down the crooked driveway and out across the cul-de-sac. I headed with speed up the small hill, turning right at the top, a move that took me behind the fence that marked the end of my parents sightlines. On I marched through brambles and nettles, sticky willow and dock leaf all tramped and cast aside like the petty obstacles they were. I scattered gravel and woodchip as I scurried across the driveway of the old Stately home that overlooked my estate, their estate, and then I was on it. The start of my land, the entrance gate to my gloried fiefdom. An ancient world of dens and spires, swings and castles, heroes and vanquished villians where only I truly knew the routes.
I felt the anticipation of my freedom but I did not stop to savour it, in those days there was always later. Instead I burst a trail through the rhodedendrom that blanketed my kingdoms borders. Branches bent and flexed at my touch then snapped back into shape behind me forming a green wall of invisibility. On through the bluebells I ran, dodging roots and louping stumps with an instinctive gait. My young legs carried me to the clearing and there stood my citadel, the glorious oak whose mighty span choked the undergrowth and challenged the sky.
It was a tree of age and beauty. Its twisted knots of bark and spiralling branches carried the joy of a hundred childhood summers and the ghosts of a thousand tales. Remnants of abandoned treehouses hung from the natural plateau that scattered its towering heights. These fortresses of old could be accessed only by those who knew their way through the map of branches, and those people were few. The warped insignia of Graffitied initials gave lie to the truth that the adults always had been and us children would always be. Lost loves and first blooms thoughtfully and carelessly etched into the sap and grain and, in time, elevated higher than the lives they marked would ever climb.
Here it was I stopped running and started climbing. The cold, dictats of the world I had left could not, would not climb these turrets of emancipation. I was stocked with fruit, water and toys. All the essentials of life were with me and these roots, leaves and branches of this tree could be my world. Higher and higher I climb. 6 foot, 10 foot, 11 foot maybe even 12. Eye level to the gods I clambered and on that day I was as free as those deities.
My breath faltered and my legs demanded rest so I found a perch, my perch. I sat resting on the V of the fork of two of the higher branches. Their thick stems reached out into that immersive blue in dizzying fashion. If your heart was made of weaker will than mine, a look down or a glance out was enough to send you dropping like the leaves in an autumnal storm. Stout was my will and strong was my grip, I was here and here was home.
Time passed, clouds moved and birds sang. Still I sat. Winds blew and winds went, squirrels darted and cats chased. Still I sat. Somewhere in that glazed sky the sounds of a football game rattled and pulsed with the story of the match. Still I sat.
My heart slowed with time. My thoughts, which not so long before had rushed with a near physical force behind my young eyes, began to embrace more practical visions. My rations which on the outset of my escape had seemed like the first glorious meal of a new dawn now comprised of half an apple, a squashed banana and an empty carton of juice. My toys, the prospective troops and citizens of this new order had proved unskilled in the life of a tree dweller. Two ninjas had already spun to a leafy death, their final moments mercifully concealed beneath the lowest canopy of leaves. All I was left was a one armed Thundercat and a mistakenly procured Barbie doll. Adam and Eve they were not.
Dusk began to fall and with it came real discomfort, nagging, growing pain that racked my posterior. My fiefdom rustled with a cooling wind that muttered ill will and suspicion into my ear. I gazed to the south, to where the sun had been when I first made my break. Without the hazy glare I could see the house, their house. Just a small corner of the roof to be fair, but it was undeniably my corner of the roof.
I considered roofs for a second and gazed skywards, we had yet to have our daily quota of rain and the skies were beginning to grumble and burble with threats of untold aqueous deeds. The sight of home and the thought of rain caused my eyes to slowly mimic the clouds. Water crept into the corners, sliding gently along the rim of my eyelids before dropping gently from my face and through the leaves. If this was my home, who was to look after me. These branches would hold firm, but what more would they give?
My thoughts returned to the turmoil that must surely be swelling under that just visible corner of home. Why had nobody come looking? Where was I going to sleep? What was I to eat? How would I find warmth and a television? Were the ninjas dead and WHY had nobody come looking for me? I pondered the complexities as best as my age would allow. Thoughts of a bath and bed flashed before my eyes vying for supremacy with the vivid, vibrant life as a wood dwelling man that lay before me if I was brave enough.
I was not brave enough. As the sun started to dip its orange head below the tree line of the woods, the leaves and branches that had so recently been the avenues and lanes of my gloried estate started to lose their clarity. Opportunities for adventure became the lurking dens where unspeakable but all too imaginable horrors lurked. I imagined commanding these beastly nightmares with my arsenal of, as yet unspecified, weapons. I also imagined gazing up from the forest floor as those unsaid beasts swarmed from their lairs and onto their prey, namely me.
Pre-empting these inevitable physical attacks I set upon a familiar plan, escape. With swift movements I began to scuffle down the tree. Familiar branch after familiar branch passed me by as I headed for blessed, solid, horror free ground. I passed the old treehouses, once the sign of proud warriors past, now the indications of a hasty retreat from these night terrors. The initials of those who had long slipped from childhoods grasp now seemed like the wise signatures of those lucky few who survived the woods. All of that future was at threat, all of that play time and warm beds. My hands passed branch to branch even quicker with each thought.
Then I was down. Dropping the last few feet with my legs already primed to outrun the hordes of teeth, drool and spite that was not long to be kept at bay. Running with haste and fear, I stumbled over tree roots and smashed gracelessly through the rhododendron. Over the driveway I went, feet scuffing on the gravel chips, dust clouds spurting up under my tiny feet. The fence was on me and then past, across the cul-de-sac and onto the driveway where there in front of me was home, safety and an all too vivid defeat.
I slinked into the kitchen. Entering the back door like the good wee boy I was, mud slopped shoes taken off at the door, bag placed on the doormat. There I stood, a bedraggled warrior, silhouetted against the dusk sky. I stared into their world, the radio, the impenetrable newspapers, the bills and the books all cluttered on the tables. Most of all I stared at her. Who would speak first, who would utter words and would they be conciliatory or confrontational? Finally, I spoke.
‘I’m back’.
Brief and aggressive, even in defeat I challenged her authority, that spiteful trait that was to win me no favours in the coming teenage years was already forming in my mind. Then I waited, and waited, and stood some more.
‘I said I’m BACK’
‘That’s nice, dear. Been playing in the woods?’
‘I ran away!’
I said this with more than a slight indignant whine.
‘Did you?’
She said calmly, tossing tonights anaemic salad as she spoke.
‘Well, dinners not going to be ready for a wee while yet so go and get cleaned up’
‘But I ran away! I ran away from home! Didn’t you notice’
My defeated return smarted, the knowledge that my victorious departure had gone entirely unheeded was like a blow to the chest.
‘Gavin, you charged out of the house 2 hours ago to play, all I noticed is that you didn’t tidy your room. Now go and get cleaned up, tidy up some of that mess of yours and I’ll let you know when dinner is ready’
I stood, phased and frozen. My new world, my kingdom, my forceful escape was nothing: a second birth to me, a flash of time to them. The remnants of my rebellion stirred in my gut, my shoulders stretched to their awe spanning width and I spoke.
‘What’s for dinner?’
‘Mince and tatties’
‘Oh’
‘Now go get cleaned up’
‘OK’
With that my defeat was secured. I slunk upstairs, trying my best to be a portrayal of resentment while all the time feeling a comfortable relief. The corridors and doors of this house held enough mystery to me, but they were the mysteries I knew. Why did I have to clean my room? Why did I have to move the couch when I hovered? Why did I need to iron my clothes? All these ideas were unfathomable and unanswerable, yet still so warmly familiar. The warrior could wait for another day, I was hungry and I was home and no kingdoms call would drag me away.
I lay on my bedroom floor with no real intention of cleaning any mess. I just wanted to hear this house, to hear the sound of safety, to hear her voice. Somewhere down below, one of my sisters was getting a row. That controlled, at times hard voice was running logic loops around her childish arguments, and it sounded wonderful. She knew what to say, she knew what to do and she always would.
That I still believe. Even after all the mistakes, even after all those strained years, even after the gaps and distances that emerge from time to time when my world and hers collide. I still believe that she knows what to say and knows what to do. I still believe that in the worst of times I can run home and escape the night terrors once again.
Grampian Transport Museum based in Alford Aberdeenshire Scotland host various activities throughout the summer months, today 2/7/17 I attended their Speedfest event, this is the third year I've enjoyed the specialist cars on display,
British Aston Martins and Jaguars, Italian Lamborghinis and Ferraris and German Audis and BMWs being to the fore.
The theme this year is rally sport and ancient and modern rally cars put through their paces on the museum’s road circuit.
Police vehicles fascinate me hence when this BMW was on display I took the opportunity to capture it with the Nikon.
Vehicle make: BMW
Date of first registration: November 2015
Year of manufacture: 2015
Cylinder capacity (cc): 2993 cc
CO₂Emissions: 142 g/km
Fuel type: DIESEL
Export marker: No
Vehicle status: Tax not due
Vehicle colour: WHITE
Vehicle type approval: M1
Wheelplan: 2 AXLE RIGID BODY
Revenue weight: Not available
Please find below some info on Police Vehicles in the UK.
Police vehicles in the United Kingdom
The 52 police forces in the UK use a wide range of operational vehicles including compact cars, powerful estates and armored police carriers. The main uses are patrol, response, tactical pursuit and public order policing. Other vehicles used by British police include motorcycles, aircraft and boats.
Patrol Cars
Patrol cars may also be known as response or area cars. They are the most essential mode of police transport. In most forces these vehicles are low-budget compact cars due to the simple tasks they need to perform. The Vauxhall Corsa and Ford Fiesta have both been used as patrol cars by forces recently.
Engine sizes vary according to each forces vehicle procurement policies but range from 1.3 to 2.0. Although petrol-powered engines once dominated, diesel engines are now becoming much more common due to their superior fuel economy and therefore lower operating costs.
Forces may choose to use unmarked patrol cars to double up as diary cars, covert cars and unmarked transport vehicles for discreet escort of civilians or prisoners.
Marked variants of these cars feature a single row of battenburg police markings on each side of car with 'Police' lettering on the front and rear of the vehicle. Badges or slogans from police forces can be found on the front and sides of marked cars in most areas to identify the force it belongs to. Most marked cars also have hi-vis chevrons on the back.
Response Cars
These vehicles are used for attending 999 calls and patrolling in targeted areas, where a police officer may be needed more urgently. Many forces do not differ between patrol and response cars; this could mean the response car is used to cover both its normal role and the duty of a traditional patrol car. Forces including City of London Police and Thames Valley Police do not differentiate between the two types of cars and use only one specification identified as a response car. Response cars are not authorized to pursue a failing to stop suspect: an area car, traffic car or advanced blue light trained officer will take over the pursuit.
Response cars are much the same as the patrol cars but will generally carry equipment and lighting for use at traffic accidents, such as cones, red and blue boot or side police lights, warning signs and basic first aid equipment. Many response cars in the UK now also carry mobile technology which can be linked to police databases and automatic number plate recognition technology. Most response cars have sirens. The Vauxhall Astra or Ford Focus are a classic but key car in police response units.
Area Cars
There are times when police feel the need to increase presence and performance in an area. Area cars are tasked to serve high crime areas or large areas with a fair response time. Area cars typically carry a single row of battenburg marking like their response car counterparts but the drivers are trained in tactical pursuit, advanced driving and stopping fleeing offenders. Area cars may carry both firearms officers or local patrol officers but are on hand in major cities and large urban counties when help is needed most.
Area cars may be various high performance vehicles. Vauxhall Insignia, BMW 5, Skoda Octavia, Volvo V40, Volvo XC70 and the Ford Mondeo have all been used as area cars in recent[when?] years. Some area cars may be tasked for rural patrols or highway duties so may utilize 4x4 capability when needed. Area cars can be old Traffic cars given to local response teams when the vehicles become dated. London's new area cars are branded with ANPR Interceptor wording.
Traffic Cars
Road policing units use cars that are larger, more powerful vehicles that are capable of carrying out tasks such as high speed pursuits and attending major accidents. Traffic cars are often estate cars that can carry additional equipment, such as traffic cones, signs to warn of road closures or collisions and some basic scene preservation equipment. Their daily roles primarily consist of ANPR patrols.
Unmarked vehicles are also employed for motorway patrol duties.
The most common traffic car used by British police RPU's is the BMW 530d while models from Audi, such as the Audi S3 are also becoming popular as unmarked units
Cars Used By Armed Police Units
A Vauxhall Omega in service as a Metropolitan Police Service Armed Response Vehicle in 2005
With the exception of Northern Ireland most police officers in the United Kingdom do not routinely carry firearms. There are, however, a number of armed tactical units in which authorised firearms officers are deployed and which use special vehicles. Armed Response Units operate in all police forces.
The Metropolitan Police also have a Diplomatic Protection Group (DPG) and a Special Escort Group (SEG) for the protection of VIPs. A very common vehicle for armed police units is the BMW X5 (Used by Metropolitan Police and City of London Police)
A range of vehicles are used by these squads. They are often larger and with a higher performance than those used for local patrols. DPG cars, minibuses and vans are red. Special Escort Group officers use Range Rovers and motorcycles. The motorcycle officers may be identified by their Glock 17 pistols.
Some Armed Response Unit cars are unmarked to enable them to be unnoticed. In London the marked patrol cars of armed units are identified by large yellow dots on the car exterior.
Motorcycles
A Metropolitan Police BMW R1200RT motorcycle
Motorcycles are used by a number of forces in the UK, usually by the Road Policing Unit. Police motorcycles are also used in road safety initiatives such as Bikesafe, a national program to reduce motorcycle casualties in which police motorcyclists provide advanced rider training to members of the public.
Some Metropolitan Police Special Escort Group officers also use motor cycles. These officers may be identified by their side arms as they are the only armed motor cycle police in London, apart from a small section of the Diplomatic Protection Group who use motorcycles to respond quickly to incidents faster than the DPG ARVs can.
The motorcycles used by police include the BMW R1200RT, Honda ST1100 Pan-European, and Yamaha FJR1300. The Honda ST1300 Pan-European was the most popular bike, but it was withdrawn from service by most forces in 2007, following the death of a Merseyside police motorcyclist in 2005 in an accident caused by an inherent instability in the model.
Police van
An LDV Convoy van, in service with the Police Service of Northern Ireland (PSNI)
Police vans, such as the Ford Transit or Mercedes-Benz Sprinter, are widely used across the United Kingdom and incorporate a cage to hold prisoners. Although in the United States it is usual to carry a prisoner in a police car, some British forces do not permit this, as most police cars have no barrier between the front and back seats to protect the officers.
Each police force has different policies on prisoner transportation. Some allow compliant prisoners to be transported in response cars, ensuring that one officer sits in the rear with the prisoner, and the prisoner sits behind the passenger seat.
Larger vans are also used to act as mobile control room at major incidents, and may also carry specialized equipment such as hydraulic door entry and cutting tools.
Minibuses are used to carry groups of police officers, for example to public order and major incidents, and for inner-city patrols. One notable example is the Mercedes Sprinter used by the Metropolitan Police's Territorial Support Group. Other public order minibuses include the Vauxhall Movano and the Iveco Daily. They are usually fitted with riot shields to protect the windscreen from damage.
Other vehicles
Jankel armoured truck of the Metropolitan Police Service, sometimes used for public order policing but mainly for airport duties[4]
Dog unit vehicles: cars and vans adapted for the welfare of the police dogs, including air conditioning.
Mounted police vehicles: horse trailers for the transport of police horses
Vehicle removal trucks: recovery trucks for the removal of vehicles.
Mobile custody units: vans to hold prisoners during public disorder.
Unmarked cars; used by CID and traffic officers.
Vehicle Markings, Lights & Sirens
Nearly a half of British police forces use the battenburg livery of yellow and blue checks for their vehicles. Other forces use white, black, or silver. Silver became popular in some forces because of the higher resale values when sold. Most cars use retroreflective livery on the sides and red and yellow chevrons on the rear. Some carry slogans, the force crest and contact information.
Most police cars, vans and minibuses have aerial roof markings that help aircraft crew identify them. These can include the unique force code, vehicle identifying mark, or police division that the vehicle belongs to.
Under the Road Vehicle Lighting Regulations 1989, police vehicles may display blue flashing lights to alert other road users to their presence or when the driver feels that the journey needs to be undertaken urgently.
These lights are usually mounted on the roof and incorporated into the standard vehicle system of external lights. Most police vehicles are also fitted with a siren. In addition to blue lights, many traffic and incident response cars are fitted with flashing red lights that are only visible at the rear of the vehicle. These indicate that the vehicle is stopped or moving slowly.
Equipment Police vehicles may carry:
Speed gun
Taser
Enforcer
First aid kits
Traffic cones
Police signs
Fire extinguisher
Torch
Broom
Breathalyzer
Personal flotation device
Stinger
Runlock systemEdit
Most cars and police motorcycles are fitted with a 'Runlock' system. This allows the vehicle's engine to be left running without the keys being in the ignition. This enables adequate power, without battery drain, to be supplied to the vehicle's equipment at the scene of an incident. The vehicle can only be driven after re-inserting the keys.
If the keys are not re-inserted, the engine will switch off if the handbrake is disengaged or the footbrake is activated; or the sidestand is flipped up in the case of a motorcycle. Runlock is also commonly used when an officer is required to quickly decamp from a vehicle. By enabling Runlock, the car's engine can be left running without the risk of someone stealing the vehicle: if the vehicle is driven normally, it will shut down, unless the Runlock system is turned off.
Annual Procurement Fair for the Defense Industry, held at Ballerup Super Arena.
Ballerup Idrætspark, Ballerup.
Romanian Air Force (RoAF) General Dynamics F-16AM (F-16A Mid Life Update or MLU) 1607 (c/n M17-12/61-600, ex Portuguese Air Force 15128), Escadrila 53 Vanatoare during a demonstration at the Bucharest International Air Show 2019 Airport Băneasa (LRBS).
Romania bought 12 F-16 A/B Block 15 MLU fighters from Portugal in 2013 which entered service in 2016/2017. A additional 5 were procured in 2019, also from Portugal (these are not delivered yet). The F-16s replace the ageing MiG-21 fighters. The original plan is to procure 24 F-16s in total.
Sources: www.scramble.nl en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanian_Air_Force
Hunting with birds of prey probably originated with the nomadic peoples of the Asiatic plains. The nomads used their tame falcons to help procure the food necessary for survival, in perhaps one of the first methods of hunting ever used by man.
The Houbara Bustard is the falcon's chief prey. This is a large, fast-flying desert bird , and it is hunted for its delicious meat. Great skill is needed by the falcon in tracking down a bird of this size and speed, as it is often required to cover distances of four or five kilometres before finally capturing its prey.
Peregrine Falcon (Falco peregrinus)
Saker Falcon (Falco cherrug)
gyrfalcon (falco rutsticolus) are some of the species used for Falconry. In these the Peregrine falcon is the fastest (200km /hr) n Gyr Falcon is much prized for its size n handsome appearance.
I was part of the Houbara bustard reintroduction research team when I started my assignment in UAE. The Houbara bustard, once plenty in the arabian peninsula, alomost wiped out due to Falconry. Thanks to the efforts of HH(late) Sheik Zayed, former President of UAE for the reintroduction programes which helped to re establish the populations of both the Falcons n bustards.
Grange the home of Captain Charles Sturt explorer and surveyor, and a founder of South Australia. Now the Charles Sturt Memorial Museum
“Captain Charles Sturt 39th Regt.
Explorer and a Founder of South Australia built this house and lived here 1840 –1853.
Plaque was unveiled by His Excellency the Governor of South Australia Lieut Gen Sir Edric Bastyan KCMG, KCVO, KBE, CB, October 2nd1967.
President Sir Henry Simpson Newland CBE DSO
Vice President & Hon Architect F Kenneth Milne FRAIA
Charles Sturt Memorial Museum Trust Inc.”
*Sturt’s home was built on his property ‘Grange’ in the area known as the Reedbeds, and is now the Charles Sturt Memorial Museum. The buildings house some of Sturt’s original possessions.
Captain Charles Napier Sturt was born 1795 in Bengal, India where his father was a judge under the East India Co.
In 1799, having narrowly survived a bout of smallpox, Charles aged four and his sister Susan aged five were sent to England to live with their mother’s widowed sister, Anna Wood. Their voyage by sailing ship was a perilous journey of six months. Charles and Susan were not to see their parents again for nearly ten years.
While living with his aunt Charles formed a lifelong friendship with his cousin, Isaac Wood.
His father’s economic difficulties prevented Charles’ entry to Cambridge: in 1813 he procured, through the intercession of his aunt with the Prince Regent, a commission as ensign in the 39th Regiment. He served in the Peninsula War and against the Americans in Canada, as well as three years with the army of occupation in France – in 1818 he went with his regiment to Ireland on garrison duties.
In December 1826 he embarked with his regiment in charge of convicts for New South Wales and arrived at Sydney 23 May 1827.
In Sydney Sturt was appointed military secretary to the governor and major of brigade to the garrison. He wrote to his cousin, Isaac Woods, that the governor agreed to his leading an expedition into the interior.
Sturt selected as his assistant, Hamilton Hume. On 2 February they came suddenly to a river: Sturt named it the ‘Darling’.
Under instruction from Governor Darling to “follow the course of the Murrumbidgee River, wherever it led” Sturt led the second expedition from Sydney on 2 November 1929, with several officers in the party from the first expedition, as well as soldiers and convicts. On 14 January the rapid current of the ‘Murrumbidgee’ carried them to a ‘broad and noble river’ which Sturt named for Sir George Murray. After finding a stream flowing in from the north, Sturt decided it was the ‘Darling’ and returned to the ‘Murray’ where they continued until finding Lake Alexandrina on 9 February. After exploring the sandhills and finding the channel there was unsatisfactory for shipping, it was decided to return to Sydney. The return journey was started 12 February and finally arrived safely on 25 May.
Although an interim dispatch carried by Macleay in advance of the returning main party had been published in the Sydney Gazette Governor Darling did not report to England about the expedition until February 1831. Meanwhile Sturt, after an illness, was sent to Norfolk Island as commandant of the garrison. There he earned the respect even of the mutineers for his humane outlook. He was relieved and returned to Sydney, albeit after another illness. With his health failing he was granted leave to visit England. On the voyage his failing eyesight broke down, leaving him blind.
After some successful treatment for his condition he published an account of his two explorations: many petitions later, to the Colonial Office, he was promised a grant of 5,000 acres in New South Wales on condition that he sold his commission and renounced all other rights arising from his military service.
On 20 September 1834 he married Charlotte Greene in St James Chapel in Dover and within a fortnight they had set sail for Australia.
The couple arrived at Sydney mid 1835. He located his grant near Canberra and bought 1950 acres at Mittagong. While there his first son Napier George was born. In 1837 he bought 1,000 acres at Varroville where he established another home. The next year financial difficulties forced him to sell the Mittagong property and caused him to join a venture for overlanding cattle to South Australia. News had been received that the Province of South Australia was in crisis and was short of food supplies. The overlanding was delayed en route: trouble with cows and running short of supplies contributed to the venture’s financial failure.
Sturt was received well in Adelaide. On 30 October he returned to Sydney and news of the birth of his second son, Charles.
In Adelaide he had been invited to join the South Australian public service and on 8 November 1838 was formally offered the position of surveyor-general. He sold his property in New South Wales and sailed with his family on 27 February 1839. In spite of illness and financial worries all seemed well. A shattering blow came in September when Lieutenant Edward Frome arrived from London with a commission as survey general. Gawler attempted to help Sturt and appointed him assistant commissioner of lands, though at reduced salary.
In 1841 Sturt was offered the resident management of the South Australian Company but refused. Soon afterwards Sturt made a mistake when he wrote to the Colonial Office objecting to Captain George Grey’s appointment as governor, and offered himself as candidate for the office. That offer failed, and made him unpopular with Grey.
Sturt’s affairs continued to decline. Governor Grey confirmed his provisional appointment as assistant commissioner, but later refused him the office of colonial secretary on the grounds of his poor eyesight. The Colonial Office then decided to abolish the assistant commissioner’s office, leaving Sturt with the inferior post of registrar general at a much lower salary.
Deeply in debt and poorly paid Sturt sought financial compensation from the Colonial Office. He was refused.
Sturt came up with a plan for exploring and surveying, within two years, the entire unknown interior of the continent. In 1843 he forwarded the plan to the Colonial Office through his old friend Sir Ralph Darling. While waiting for reply he and Grey continued sparring.
This was the same year that Charlotte, Sturt’s only daughter, was born at the Grange on 19 January.
In May 1844 the secretary of state rejected Sturt’s original plan but approved a more limited proposal to penetrate the centre of the continent in an attempt to establish the existence of a mountain range near latitude 28 degrees south.
On 10 August 1844 Sturt left Adelaide with 15 men including John McDouall Stuart, 6 drays, a boat and 200 sheep. In eight days the party reached Moorundie and followed the ‘Murray’ to its junction with the ‘Darling’, up the ‘Darling’ to the vicinity of Lake Cawndilla and camped there for two months, making scouting expeditions into and beyond the Barrier Range. In December the party was short of water and some men showed signs of scurvy, but they moved further north into the Grey Range. There they made camp on permanent water at Depot Glen on Preservation Creek. Summer heat had dried all other water within reach and from 27 January 1845 to 16 July they were trapped in inhospitable country: all men suffered and Sturt’s second in command, James Poole, died of scurvy.
In July heavy rain fell. Sturt moved his party towards Fort Grey, from where he made a series of reconnoitring expeditions culminating in a 450 mile journey towards the centre of the continent. Sturt abandoned the idea of an inland sea.
Sturt and the party returned to Fort Grey: after a trip to the Cooper’s Creek area from 9 October to 17 November they found the waterhole was rapidly drying.
Return to the ‘Murray’ became imperative but Sturt proposed that the main party should go home, while he and John McDouall Stuart made a trip to the centre. The surgeon, J H Browne, resisted the idea and the whole party went off together. Sturt succumbed to a serious attack of scurvy and Browne took command through the most difficult part of the journey. By using Aboriginal foods Sturt had almost recovered when the expedition reached Moorundie on 15 January 1846. He arrived at Adelaide on 19 January 1846 ahead of the party which followed a few days later.
While Sturt was away Charlotte had managed the mixed farm, kitchen garden and dairy while caring for their four young children. The children later recalled how they loved life at the Grange where they were able to roam the sand hills, swim in the ocean and catch yabbies in the creek.
In 1847 the Royal Geographical Society of London awarded Sturt the Founder’s Medal and the family sailed to England in order for him to prepare his journals for publication.
He left for England on 8 May and arrived in London just too late to receive personally the gold medal of the Royal Geographical Society, but was able to complete a published account of the expedition.
In 1849 the family returned to South Australia and Sturt was appointed Colonial Secretary.
Sturt was known to have expressed a love for Australia and a determination to never return to England. However, the need to secure the future of his children forced him to change his mind and he left Australia 19 March 1853.
He lived at Cheltenham in England, being widely respected and continually consulted about Australian affairs, in particular the preparations for the North Australian expedition of 1854.
In England he applied for governorships of Victoria and Queensland and was unsuccessful. He sought a knighthood, at the instigation of friends, but died before the formalities were completed. Later the Queen permitted his widow use of the title Lady Sturt.
*It was not until 1877 that Lady Sturt sold the Grange which was then subdivided and later became the ‘Township of Grange’, now the suburb of Grange.
A bronze statue of Captain Charles Napier Sturt (1795–1869) was unveiled in Adelaide in 1916: a stark contrast to staid monuments in the city.
Other memorials include:
“City of Charles Sturt”, a local government district in South Australia
South Australia’s floral emblem the Sturt’s Desert Pea (Swainsona formosa), discovered during the 1844 expedition
Sturt Street in the city of Adelaide, South Australia
Sturt River, South Australia
Suburb of Sturt, South Australia
Northern Territory’s floral emblem Sturt’s Desert Rose (Gossypium sturtianum)
University of Charles Sturt, New South Wales
[Refs: Charles Sturt Memorial Museum Trust publications, Australian Dictionary of Biography Vol 2, (MUP) 1967 H J Gibbney]