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66777 has rescued 66706 on 6M71 Swindon-Liverpool EMR, it had apparently come to a stop on Vulcan Bank or there about's, 777 now drags the ensemble through Earlestown's bi-directional platform 3, and on toward Liverpool.
The train load comprised 15 VTG bogie box wagons no's 3150,3147,3516,3257,3432,3468,3256,3148,3518,3251,3105,3101,
3153,3138 and 3118. loaded with scrap metal.
It's a beautiful thing
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Dress: can be found at Candydoll
Hair: by Doux at Collabor88.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsUWYauT754
Our room is dark, the blinds are shut tight
And everything is still too much outside
It may be over but not tonight
I may be older but I still cry
I can't stop sleeping in your clothes
You can't stop calling on the phone
Can't you see I'm in recovery?
Just let it be, I'm in recovery
I'm holding on, I know I'm almost there
Storm reach out and tell me that you care
I'm finally sober, I see the light
The worst is over, nobody died
I'm still trying to let you go
Oh baby, please, leave me alone
Can't you see I'm in recovery?
Just let it be, I'm in recovery (ooh)
I know you wanna say you're sorry
But I don't wanna hear that story
I don't wanna be your fool anymore
Can't you see I'm in recovery?
Always thought you'd be the one
Who always needed me
My home, you'd be my home
Suddenly, your memory
In time is like an enemy, so cold (ooh)
Can't you see I'm in recovery?
I know you wanna say you're sorry
But I already heard that story
And I don't wanna be your fool anymore
Can't you see I'm in recovery?
Another shot from a dip into the archives.A favourite walk of ours was always around Bosherton Lilly Ponds, Stackpole Quay, Barafundle , Stackpole head and back for a cream tea at the Olde Cafe in Bosherton. I really miss that walk. We would always stop at this spot and sue would normally do a watercolour sketch while I took photos. If only the sea wa sthsi colour in the Bristol Channel :))) I hadn't spotted the movement of the foam in the sea before, giving a nice bit of dynamism. It was obviously a very windy day. Recovery is by Runrig.
Much to my amazement, he recovered from this position and continued riding the wave. I was not shooting 10 frames per second so I offer no proof. One day, I should take up videography, however, the truism about "old dog and new tricks" comes immediately to mind. I'm still trying to master still photography; a forever task if ever there was one.
- Praia Grande, Portugal -
The sandy shores of the Great Salt Lake can be very misleading. One moment you are on hardpack and the next riding on peanut butter soil.
A 4X4 found this out the hard way. The owner asked I not photograph them as they were very embarrassed. The extraction cost them $650 as it took two trucks.
The smaller white truck went to a midway point and used chains to drag the 4X4 out. It was then stuck in the mud. The yellow rollback tow truck then pulled each vehicle separately out.
The Great Salt Lake - GPS is not the exact spot of the photo.
A single daisy recovering after a great storm at the end of summer. It is surprising that with the fragility of these flowers they are able to withstand that and recover once the sun returns.
September 2020
As I pulled up the blinds this morning Sid was waiting on the whirligig on both legs looking so pleased with himself. Amazing recovery he has been using both legs all day and hardly a limp
youtu.be/A4zBSnMhvI0?si=bSZVKEZ2SnopRZLg
I am still holding Kleenix like he is my new boyfriend.. but at least I am upright, and moving.
Now to make a list of what needs to be done before Christmas.
Ribbons, wrapping, food, wine, friends, family, love, warmth.. and yes Its coming.. Come ahead Christmas =)
Taken at Bella's Lullaby
"The hardest thing you can do is smile when you are ill, in pain, or depressed. But this no-cost remedy is a necessary first half-step if you are to start on the road to recovery." ~ Allen Klein
Keep On- Sasha Sloan
The sun sets over Camp Far West Reservoir on a beautiful evening in the foothills of Yuba County. Meanwhile, I've entered the dog days of healing after my recent shoulder surgery. Still too weak and painful to sit for any length of time at a keyboard, I mostly sit and dangle my feet thinking of better days to come. I hope to begin posting more regularly as time goes on. Meanwhile I continue to ride that Norco train.
Yuba County CA
This photo comes with a sweet story. These men stopped me to see if would take their picture. They shared with me they are both in recovery from substance use, and wanted to share their story with the world. I hope it inspires!
Recovery - Osprey recovering some dropped nesting materials from the water.
Species: Osprey (Pandion haliaetus)
Location: Northern California, CA, USA
Equipment: Canon EOS R7 + RF 100-500mm
Settings: 1/2000s, ISO: 1250, f/7.1 @800mm EFL, Handheld, Electronic Shutter
recovery... v is recovering... she really doesn't do well after a general anaesthetic... she's finally holding down solid food... and she took her first steps this afternoon... the doc is keeping v's catheter in over night since she is still pretty unsteady... the standard plan is for a release from the hospital after 2 nights... meaning tomorrow... we might be running a bit slow... although v really perked up after ann brought the kids up to visit... ant and katie held her hands... really sweet... they miss her...
tonight i'll probably sleep at home and get back here around 6am... looks like v will sleep through the night... she's snoozing right now... like an angel...
Had my post-procedure Consultants OP this morning and he took one look at me and said "Your discharged!" I am aloud to start doing everything, everything I have been missing for quite a few months now as from the 8th April and the results of my last blood tests, "Hallelujah" says Melanie as this will stop me from getting under her feet! How exciting, maps out, routes to plan and off I go!
'Spotnose' lays down in a sunrise meadow recovering from battle fatigue. Read previous upload for details :0)
Notice the white strings tied to her wrists? These are supposed to shield off bad spirits and bring health. They are most often worn when someone is sick to help them recover.
Since Cryptid and the Wolves dragged me back to a med unit, I had been laying in bed, recovering. Several more attempts had been made on my life. The CO insisted that a guard be posted at the entrance of the med tent, but I didn't trust my life to some GI. I had begun sleeping with a knife under my pillow, and after more gas attacks, an oxygen tank. After the medics bandaged me up, I donned my armor once again. That too, I had begun sleeping in. I trusted no one, and was always wary. The flashbacks had stopped, possibly due to the intense stress I was under. Hopefully, it stayed that way. Man, I can't wait to get out in the field again, miles away from everything except those I trust. Anything would be better than this living hell I was in. Wait. What was that? There was a noise outside.
A masked face peered around the corner; I threw one of my knives. The face ducked back at the last second, as the knife ripped a hole in the far side of the tent. "Come on and finish it, you bastard!" i yelled, hatred and fury dripping from my voice. I heard the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. Thus it went, night after night. I hardly slept anymore, with sounds from the camp waking me up, heart pounding. I could not live like this for long...
Several weeks later...
Finally, I was back in action. After several days of attacks, a trio of old Silent Wolves veterans stood vigil over me, switching off every few hours. I then had a chance to rest, feeling safe. The attacker didn't show up, given the presence of the armed men. And it paid off. Now, I was back on my feet , and preparing my belongings to leave the infirmary. I still had an ugly scar where the bullet penetrated, and the wound twinged every now and again. But I would be all right. I strapped on my armor, and threw on my pack. I gave it a quick, weight-settling jostle, and began to head out of the door. And then, I saw a grenade, standard USDF issue, minus the pin, roll towards my feet...