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Panel discussion on "Using Media for Peace Building" is being held at Srimavo Bandaranaike Exhibition Centre, Colombo, Sri Lanka. Panel discussion coincides with the Sthree Mela exhibition which continues till 10th December 2011at Srimavo Bandaranaike Exhibition Centre. The exhibition showcases achievements of women in the social, economic, cultural political and human development. It is organised by a broad coalition of women’s groups together with cross party senior women politician’s coalition and the TEAM 1325.
The photo shows Anoma Rajakaruna (Moderator) ~ Film Maker, Arda Aghazarian ~ Young Women's Christian Association from Palestine and DushiYanthini Kanagasabapathipillai ~ Journalist, Photojournalist and Blogger at today’s panel discussion on "Using Media for Peace Building" (Media as a tool for peace building, Best practices and challenges and Strategies and way forward). A range of issues related to media and peace building debated and discussed at today’s panel discussion.
This lantern slide relates to a photograph taken by Clement Lindley Wragge (b.1852, d.1922), dated 5 April 1905.
This slide is a red tinted plate depicting an illustration of an explosion of a large swirling red mass from surface of the sun.
Inscription Details: Handwritten in black ink at top of plate, 'Eruption in Sun'. Handwritten in blue ink in lower left corner of plate, 'U aux'. Handwritten in blue ink in lower right corner of plate, 'CLW Aug'22'. Handwritten in blue ink on right side of plate, '(Ideal)'. VERSO Handwritten in blue ink on left side of plate, 'Negative specially Treated.'.
Credit: Shared by Auckland War Memorial Museum, Tāmaki Paenga Hira, as part of the Clement Lindley Wragge collection.
Rights: No known copyright restrictions.
Reference: 236020|PH-1984-1-LS78-4-13
For more details, please visit: www.aucklandmuseum.com/discover/collections/record/1033196
Mary DeDecker Native Plant Garden, Independence, CA
The native plant garden serves as a lasting tribute to the Owens Valley’s distinguished botanist, Mary DeDecker.
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Mary DeDecker, was born in 1909, in Oklahoma. Oral history relates to DeDecker's years in Independence, marriage to Paul DeDecker, and raising her family in the Owens Valley. Also, her community activism in relation to the Owens Valley Committee and Inyo County water issues, formation and accomplishments of the Bristlecone Chapter of the California Native Plant Society, and issues surrounding the Japanese and Chinese in the Owens Valley. Additionally, DeDecker shares stories about her friendships with Kate Mulholland granddaughter of Los Angeles water icon William Mulholland, Owens Valley Paiute Johnnie Symmes, and Philip Munz, as well as her passion for the Eastern Sierra wilderness and experiences with ranching and mining in the Inyo Mountains.
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In 2001, The Mary DeDecker Native Plant Garden became a new addition to the Eastern California Museum in Independence. The native plant garden is in the nature trail area to the north of the museum.This garden provides an aesthetically pleasing and educational showcase of the rich flora of eastern California.
During September 2001, about 150 young plants were planted. Forty three species representing 18 plant families occur in the eight planting beds. The planting beds are situated among some full grown native species, including big sagebrush (Artemisia tridentata) and fourwing saltbush (Atriplex canescens). Many fine examples of native riparian species can also be found along the site’s two water courses, including desert olive (Forestiera pubescens), water birch (Betula occidentalis), and western hackberry (Celtis reticulata).
In its design, the garden groups plants according to the habitats in which they are typically found. Species representative of at least three broad eastern California vegetation types — Owens Valley alluvial fan, lower montane, and riparian — were included. In the northeast garden beds (downslope) the alluvial fan species predominate, and in the western area lower montane species were planted. Valley riparian species were planted nearest the water courses, especially to the east of the first bridge and near the steps.
Although most of these species are naturally drought hardy, a drip irrigation system was installed to ensure the young transplants become established.
Day 150
12/20
I reach for you. You're warm when I hold you. We fit together perfectly. Your smell tingles my insides as I slowly breathe in and out. Your taste is incredible and I savior every last bit of it. The feeling of you all over me, around me, next to me, brings me incredible warmth and comfort. You've warmed up to me, made me feel comfortable and content. As time goes on though, you grow cold and turn. You change into something I no longer want to have on a chilly, winter day. You disgust me to the point that the sight of you hurts, the sound of your voice breaks me. Your warmth is gone, and over time, so are you. Nicole Ashley Cameli, hold the applause, please.
METAPHOR. Idea inspired by a good friend of mine. Not really relating to anything completely.
Completely gone.
It's not worth trying to get to me.
This lantern slide relates to a photograph taken by Clement Lindley Wragge (b.1852, d.1922), likely dating between 1890-1922.
The slide shows an illustration depicting the sun in the distance inthe upper left corner with large amounts of comets/stars/rays radiating from it towards the surface of the Earth in the lower right corner. The atmosphere and some land mass of the Earth is visible, with New Zealand, Great Britain, The South Magnetic Pole, and the North Magnetic Pole labelled.
Inscription Details: Handwritten in blue ink in lower left corner of plate 'U 71 c'.
Credit: Shared by Auckland War Memorial Museum, Tāmaki Paenga Hira, as part of the Clement Lindley Wragge collection.
Rights: No known copyright restrictions.
Reference: 236030|PH-1984-1-LS78-4-23|71c
For more details, please visit: www.aucklandmuseum.com/discover/collections/record/1033186
Dundalk overwhelm Bangor in All Ireland Final
by Roger Corbett
Bangor’s amazing run in the All Ireland Junior Cup came to an abrupt end when they were comprehensively beaten by Dundalk, eventually losing by 55-5.
Where do you start when trying to relate and absorb the events of Saturday’s final at Chambers Park? Firstly, congratulations to worthy winners Dundalk who nullified the Bangor attack, then went on to produce some stunning plays which racked up no less than 8 tries, each by a different player. For Bangor’s part, they were unable to respond to the intensity of Dundalk’s game, and lacked the cutting edge which their opponents used to great effect.
The day started full of promise, as the strong support from North Down made their way to Chambers Park in Portadown, knowing Bangor would be fielding their best team. Once again, the pundits had Bangor as the underdogs – just as they had done so in the previous three rounds! In confounding the experts earlier, Bangor produced some awesome performances against top quality opposition to get to the final. Dundalk had produced some convincing wins in the early rounds of the competition, but had struggled to get past CIYMS in the semi-final, just managing to squeeze ahead at the second time of asking. However, with a number of key players returning to the side in time for this game, they were now back at full strength and would be a formidable force to contend with.
Having won the toss, captain Jamie Clegg elected to play into the stiff wind in the first half. For the first 5 minutes, Bangor doggedly retained possession and tried to play their way into Dundalk’s half through a series of determined forward moves. However, little ground was made and, when possession was finally lost, the Dundalk back line produced a burst that simply cut through the Bangor defence resulting in an easy touch down under Bangor’s posts for a 7-0 lead.
Bangor stuck to their plan and slowly, but patiently, got their attack moving forward, eventually winning a penalty to the left of Dundalk’s posts, but Mark Widdowson’s kick into the wind drifted just wide of the mark.
The contrast in play between the two teams was becoming clear, with Bangor trying to keep the ball close while Dundalk were throwing it wide. The latter strategy was proving to be the more effective as, with 20 minutes gone, a quick back line move with players looping around resulted in an overlap on the right wing which gave a clear run in to again, score under the posts. A further 9 minutes later, they did it again and, although the Bangor defence had sensed the danger and moved across to cover it, their tackling let them down allowing Dundalk to get over in the right hand corner, taking their lead to 19-0.
By now, Bangor were trying to hang on until half time when they could regroup and come out with the wind at their backs. Dundalk, on the other hand were anxious to press home their advantage and give them a more comfortable lead. To Bangor’s credit, although camped on their own line for lengthy spells, they dug in and managed to hold on until the referee’s half time whistle.
As the teams reappeared from the dressing rooms, it was obvious Bangor were ringing the changes, particularly in the backs. With the wind advantage having lessened considerably, Bangor got the second half underway. It was now Dundalk’s turn to adopt the slow, steady approach, just as Bangor had done earlier. However, their more confident off-loading and support play was, once again, taking play deep into Bangor’s territory. Frustration at not being able to gain possession and take play out of their danger area eventually resulted in a yellow card for Clegg after a succession of penalties. Dundalk kicked the penalty to touch, won their lineout and drove for the line. Although initially held up by the Bangor defence, Dundalk’s repeated drives were eventually rewarded with another converted score, extending their lead to 26-0.
From the touchline, the Bangor faithful had felt that if their players had managed to score first in the second half, they may have been able to mount a fight-back and close the gap to their opponents. As it was, this Dundalk score simply bolstered their confidence and pushed Bangor deeper into trouble. With Bangor still a man down, Dundalk added to the score with a penalty and then another score in the corner. Everything was now working for the Leinster men, as even the difficult touchline conversion into the biting wind successfully split the posts, bringing the score to 36-0.
As the game entered the final quarter, and with Dundalk all but holding the cup, Bangor were now on the ropes. By contrast, the Dundalk players were in almost total control, and were not going to slow down now. In a 10 minute spell, they ran in a further 3 tries, making the scoreline 55-0. By now, any sense of dejection the Bangor supporters may have been feeling was now moved to feelings of sympathy for their players. However, pride was at stake and once again Bangor rallied as the game entered its final minutes. At last, the forwards got within striking distance of the Dundalk line and, although their repeated attacks were repelled, they finally managed to do what their opponents had done so effectively, and quickly passed the ball wide to Davy Charles. Even though they were 55 points ahead, the Dundalk defence made Charles work hard to drive through the tackles and score Bangor’s consolation try, bringing the final score to 55-5.
From Bangor’s point of view, the final score doesn’t tell the whole story of this competition. While the final may have resulted in a sad anti-climax for Bangor, the remarkable journey to get there will be remembered for some time. On the day, Dundalk were by far the better side, and Bangor would have to concede that their game was not up to the usual standard. However, there is no doubt the experience of competing at this level is something to relish and the goal now will be to secure a top four place in the league and try again next year.
Everybody at the club has nothing but the highest respect and praise for what has been achieved this year by not just the 1sts, but all the senior teams, and one poor result isn’t going to change that – the welcome at Upritchard Park for the returning players is testament to that. With that in mind, the players now need to put this disappointment behind them and provide the best possible response against a struggling Portadown side at home in the league next Saturday.
Bangor side: J Leary, A Jackson, P Whyte, F Black, G Irvine, R Latimer, J Clegg, C Stewart, R Armstrong, K Rosson, D Charles, M Aspley, M Weir, M Widdowson, C Morgan
Subs: S Irvine, O McIlmurray, D Kelly, M Rodgers, C Harper, D Fusco, M Thompson
Bangor scores: D Charles (1T)
Dundalk Storm To Title Dundalk 55 v Bangor 5 from KnockOn.ie
Dundalk Scorers: Christopher Scully, Owen McNally, Jonathan Williams, John Smyth, Ultan Murphy, Tiernan Gonnelly, James McConnon and Stephen Murphy 1 try each. Ultan Murphy 6 cons, 1 pen.
Bangor Scorers: David Charles 1 try.
In front of a big crowd at Chambers Park on Saturday afternoon Dundalk delivered a stunning and ruthless display to see off the challenge of Bangor and capture the All Ireland Junior Cup title for the very first time.
Three first half tries had them firmly in control at 19-0 ahead having played with the elements at the Portadown venue during the first half and while the wind dropped somewhat after half time the Dundalk intensity most certainly didn’t as they cut loose scoring five more tries.
Dundalk returned to a heroes welcome at their Mill Road clubhouse on Saturday night after a display of pure brilliance throughout the afternoon.
Precision, pace and skill from the Louth men from start to finish left Bangor playing second fiddle for long periods.
Photo credit: UNDP
Relates to the project 'Reducing the Vulnerability of Cambodian Rural Livelihoods through Enhanced Sub-National Climate Change Planning and Execution of Priority Actions' www.adaptation-undp.org/projects/reducing-vulnerability-c...
Badbury Clump, near Faringdon, Oxfordshire.
HINGEFINKLE'S LOGBOOK (Fourth instalment)
The Tale of the Giant Leech of Sumatra
for which the world is only just prepared
It was unusual indeed for my friend Agrimony, who was, after all, a self-styled hermit, to have any visitors other than myself, so you may well imagine my surprise when, one morning in midsummer, I paid my customary visit and discovered that he already had company. Agrimony sat with his back to me as I entered the room, but I could sense by the stiffness of his silhouette against the window that the young maiden sitting opposite him had been in the midst of relating events of considerable interest. He turned and appraised me through his monocle, and motioned towards a spare chair.
“Ah, Hingefinkle, it’s you. Pray, take a seat, light one of your infernal pipes if you must, and pay close attention to what Miss Euphorbia-”
“Forgive me, Sir, but it’s Miss Eleanor,” interrupted the young woman, turning a pair of gentle, dark eyes on my companion, and combing a tress of black hair behind her ear. I noted at once that the ear rose to a delicate point at the end.
Agrimony gave a sigh of exasperation and let the monocle drop to his paunch as he continued, “- and pay attention to what Miss Elasmucha has to say. It promises to be, I think you will confess, a tale which is not without interest, especially to one of your particular inclinations, Hingefinkle, and your enthusiasm for monsters, may help to throw some light on the conundrum she intends to set before me. Now, young lady, if you would tell us the facts…”
I sat in the chair as commanded, and filled and lit my pipe, and as I did so, the young Miss Eleanor, who could not have been more than ten years of age – although, by that age, elves are considerably better developed than we humans - closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts, and began.
“You may have observed, kind Sirs, that my parents are of elvish extraction. I live with them in the little hamlet overlooking the Bilberry Moor some ten miles south of here-”
“Hum,” I said appreciatively, “I know it well! Many is the time I have said, haven’t I, Agrimony, that one of these days I must get around to doing a cartographic survey of the -”
Agrimony waved his hand impatiently, so that I lapsed once more into silence, and the girl continued.
“Yes, Mr. Hingefinkle, it is indeed a very beautiful and mysterious place,” she said softly, “but as I grow older, I seem to see less of the beauty, and more of the mystery. My parents chose to live there not long after I was born, although my mother was destined for high office among the elves of Bluebell Wood. Mother and Father say that they wanted me to know what it was like to live among the round-eared people – to know their ways, experience their joys and sorrows, and, if you will forgive me, good Sirs, to learn something of their eccentricities.” Here, her eyes darted from Agrimony’s monocle to my pipe, and then rested nervously on the floor. “I am sure that they made the right decision, for I love the Moor, and the simple pleasures enjoyed by the people who live on its edge. Outsiders say that it is a bleak place, but once you are familiar with it, and know the paths which it is safe to take, it is difficult to imagine living anywhere else.”
“Hum – provided, of course, that you know where the bogs are, and manage to avoid them,” I added enthusiastically.
“Yes,” she replied, nodding slowly. “Or at least, that is what I had always thought, until -” and suddenly her voice broke off, and she stared into my companion’s eyes with half-suppressed terror written all over her fine-boned features. “Oh, Druid Agrimony, I am so frightened!” she cried in a rush of tears, clutching at his hand. Agrimony sat motionless, waiting for her to continue with her story. She regained her composure, and continued her narrative in faltering tones.
“One week ago, my parents went to the Bluebell Wood for the annual Council of Elves, leaving me in charge of the day-to-day running of the property. Father runs a small flock of sheep on the moors, and it is my duty to care for them until my parents return in two weeks’ time. Well, I was very proud of myself, for everything was running quite smoothly until – until last night. It was well past midnight when I was awoken by a peculiar sound drifting across the moors; the sort of noise that water sometimes makes running down a drainpipe – a sucking noise. I had never heard anything like it, even at night on the moors, and it left me mystified. As I listened, I detected another sound, not so loud as the first, and almost drowned out by it – but I recognised this sound at once. Druid Agrimony, it was the sound of one of Father’s sheep bleating with terror. I leapt from my bed, wrapped a cloak about my shoulders, lit a lantern, and rushed out of the front door of our little stone cottage. It was quite dark, and there was a thin mist, so I followed the course of the dry-stone wall upwards towards the moor, and then down the other side. Here I paused and listened carefully, but the strange noise and the bleating were no longer to be heard. All was silent, and as the mist from the bog crept about me, I shivered with fear. I have often been out on the moors at night, good Sirs, and never before have I been afraid – but that noise possessed a sinister, unnatural quality, and I was shaken by it. To make matters worse, there was a horrible, musty smell hanging about the hollow, which quite made the bile rise in my throat.
“I decided that there was little I could do with the aid of my little lantern amidst the rising mist, for the bog is a dangerous proposition after dark, so I turned back for home, resolving to return at first light. I had only walked a few steps when I stumbled over something soft, warm and bulky. I clutched at it with one hand as I fell. It was wool, good Sirs, but you can imagine my horror when, as I drew my hand away and held it to the light, I saw that it was soaked with blood. I turned up the lantern flame, and I confess that I could not suppress a scream – for there, lying amidst the sedges on the edge of the bog, was one of Father’s prize rams, quite dead, with a gaping, fleshy wound the size of a dinner plate on its chest. Beside it, the ground had been churned up, as if some giant serpent had threshed about upon it.”
“I see,” said Agrimony prosaically. “And what did you do then?”
“I ran away,” she replied. “There are legends – unspeakable legends -”
“Hum. That is quite true,” I ventured, “and the legends would seem to have some basis in fact.”
“Capital!” said Agrimony. “I perceive that you have already developed an opinion, Hingefinkle, you old codger!”
“I presume, young lady, that you refer to the Legend of the Giant Leech?” Eleanor nodded silently, and I continued. “Hum. Yes. Of course, the legend has probably been magnified out of all proportion, but I can furnish you with some details of a more trustworthy nature. It all started with my great-great grandfather Gearsprocket, the famous Eastern explorer – you have heard of him, I presume? Very well-”
“Codswallop!” Agrimony grumbled. “What possible connection can exist between your great grandfather Gearsprocket and this young lady’s dead sheep? Pah!”
“Hum. Great-great grandfather,” I insisted. “Gearsprocket was, as I have just said, a famous Eastern explorer. He was also a renowned collector of giant invertebrates; it was he who discovered the horseshoe crab -”
“Poppycock! An idle fantasy!” Agrimony rudely interrupted.
“Hum. And he also collected the first known living specimens of the bird-eating spider -”
“Pah! An impossibility!”
“- and the Giant Leech of Sumatra.”
“You really are a credulous old codger, aren’t you, Hingefinkle?” blustered Agrimony, his face turning the colour of a boiled beetroot. “You are not going to suggest, by any chance, that old Gearsprocket brought a giant leech here alive, all the way from Sumatra? I know about Gearsprocket’s travels, and the little barque he sailed in leaked like a sieve! It was barely seaworthy enough to carry him, let alone a gigantic leech.”
“Fiddlesticks!” I replied testily. “It was not a giant leech when he brought it. It was a juvenile. It grew up after he had got it here. He kept it penned up in a converted sheepfold on the Bilberry Moor, until one day it escaped and was never seen again. They found great-great-grandfather Gearsprocket two days later, half submerged in the mire, with a wound precisely like that which Miss Eleanor just described. Why! I should say that it is perfectly obvious that the Giant Leech of Sumatra still exists! This is fascinating! Absolutely fascinating!”
Agrimony rolled his eyes wrathfully, but to my surprise, he did not attempt to argue with me any further. “I will indeed look into your case, young madam, if only to disprove all this codswollop about corpulent bloodsucking nematodes. Quite frankly, I can’t be bothered with sitting around listening to him spouting such unutterable tripe!” He stood up, brushed off his cloak, and impatiently motioned for Miss Eleanor to exit, but as he did so, there was a knock.
“Fiddlesticks!” I said. “Three visitors in one day! You will be becoming popular, Agrimony!”
“Popular schmopular!” he cried, opening the door with a vicious snarl, but his expression faded into one of bemusement as Gladys Sparkbright, looking even more bedraggled than usual, marched into the Hermitage, a long tress of grey hair flopping about her face where it had fallen from its bun.
“Thar’s no point in beatin’ abaht th’ bush, so there isn’t,” she began, exhaustedly taking a seat without waiting to be invited. “Ah’ve bin robbed! Goblins, it were, or so ah should say by th’ smell. Cor! What a stink! Thought yer oughter know!” She grabbed the stray length of hair, wound it about the bun, and transfixed it with a knitting needle. “Ah ‘aven’t even begun ter make an inventory of everythin’ that’s missin’: three mahcroscopes, fifteen chronometers, one iron-ore extractor – an’ that were a brand new prototahpe… extracts th’ element from surroundin’ rock lahk a charm, so it does – two lathes, six boxes o’ teabags-”
“Indeed,” said Agrimony impatiently. “I suppose you have no idea how the culprits managed to abscond with so many things all at once.”
“Oh, aye, ah do! They ‘ad a cart! Th’ tracks were clearer’n th’ nose on yer face! In view o’ that – ah thought ah’d let yer know, considerin’ as you an’ ‘Ingefinkle are in possession o’ so many of mah rejects.”
“Quite so,” replied Agrimony. “I hope your goods will be safely returned – but in the meantime, the local Druid fraternity will provide you with the protection you need. I would do it myself, but this young lady here has already enticed me to the Bilberry Moor, and, frankly, I don’t think I can be bothered with all the bureaucracy involved with using protection spells these days. Hingefinkle! Put that pipe away! Are you coming or not?”
*
Snowdrop, it seemed, was in an even more stubborn and ponderous mood than usual, and Agrimony gnashed his teeth and bellowed at the poor carthorse as we followed the road, such as it was, to the Bilberry Moor. At length, however, he dropped the reins and turned to face me.
“I must confess, Hingefinkle, to being a little disappointed. For a moment I thought the young lady here had presented us with a considerable conundrum, but now I perceive that there is nothing remarkable in it at all.”
“Hum,” I replied indignantly, “I rather think that the Giant Leech of Sumatra would be considered remarkable by most people -”
“Codswallop! You must dismiss that absurd notion from your mind at once, Hingefinkle. There is considerable danger awaiting us, and if you insist on looking down every hole and peering into every quagmire in the hope of finding two-hundred-year old renegade leeches, you will only succeed in endangering us even more. There is only one feature in what we have heard today which requires any consideration. I commend to your attention the unpleasant olfactory sensation which Miss Euphorbia experienced in the hollow. A horrible, musty smell which quite made the bile rise in my throat. Cogitate on it if you can!”
I can only admit that I was flummoxed by this remark, for leeches, in my experience, hardly smell at all, but when I attempted to question him further, Agrimony refused to be moved, until at last the cart lurched across a rutted track on an upland meadow, and came to a halt at a little cottage built of the characteristic local stone.
“We can walk from here,” said Miss Eleanor as we dismounted, and she led us up the hillside, taking the path of the previous night, alongside the dry-stone wall. Her father’s sheep bleated and tramped about among the bilberries and heather as we climbed, and a grouse flew away on noisy wings, cluck-clucking as it went. Agrimony and I were quite breathless by the time we reached the top of the moor, but Eleanor dashed on ahead, running down the hillside towards the mire.
“There it is!” she cried, pointing to a patch of red and white amid the mottled greens, browns and purples of the moor. As we approached, we saw that it was indeed the ram, its head thrown back in rigor mortis, with a large, round wound on the chest, just above the heart. There were great, snake-like impressions in the ground beside it, and I quickly estimated the diameter of the body which had left them at half an ell. The nauseating, musty smell still hung about the hollow, and Agrimony sniffed at it distastefully, and then stooped at the head of the carcase. He drew back the ram’s upper lip, revealing blood-drained gums beneath.
“Hum,” I said triumphantly, “the marks in the ground and the sucker-wound would both appear to be consistent with my hypothesis. This is quite clearly the work of the Giant Leech of Sumatra, so fiddlesticks to you, Agrimony!”
“Indeed?” replied Agrimony testily. “Your nematode appears to have evolved somewhat in the past two hundred years, for it has evidently sprouted legs.” He gave a sarcastic sneer and pointed to a number of clawed footprints beside the lifeless body of the ram. The tracks led away towards the mire.
I stooped and inspected them carefully. “Remarkable!” I enthused. “These are hominid footprints, though I don’t know what to make of the claw-marks.”
“There is one other problem with your hypothesis, if you can credit it with so lofty a title,” added Agrimony. “How do you account for the rope which has so obviously been used to hobble the ram whilst it was being attacked? The chafing marks are still clearly visible, and in two places at least, the rope has rubbed the skin away completely.”
“Hum. That does seem to rule the leech out,” I had to admit, “at least as the sole agent in this crime.”
Agrimony gave me a withering look. “Precisely,” he said, and without another word, he strode off boldly across the mire, following the mysterious tracks.
“Be careful!” Eleanor called after him. “The mire has sucked many to their deaths!” but Agrimony waved his arm impatiently at her. She and I exchanged worried glances, and, as it was evident that Agrimony was not to be dissuaded, I shrugged my shoulders and followed him.
We walked through the mire for almost an hour, wending this way and that, great swathes of sphagnum moss and peaty bog on either side of us. Agrimony stopped frequently and bent over, examining the ground. Twice, it seemed that he had lost the trail, and we spent anxious moments wondering whether we were not stranded in the middle of the bog with no way forward and an impossible maze preventing our return to dry land. Agrimony took a stone from his pocket and tossed it onto the surface of the mire. For a moment it lay there, and then, slowly, it began to sink, until at last it was engulfed, leaving only a trail of peaty-brown bubbles on the surface.
“Observe, Hingefinkle,” he said, “one false step, and you’ll end up like the Tollund Man. Not that he is very well known yet, of course, but he will be… he will be!” And then he marched on, following faint impressions in the mossy ground.
“Fiddlesticks,” I said at last. “That smell is getting stronger. What on earth is it?”
“It is the stench of Goblins,” replied Agrimony beneath his breath. “I must warn you that when you meet them, you will find their manner quite charming at first, except of course for the smell. Do not be deceived. They are quite incorrigibly evil, and in this case, they are not only thieves, but potential murderers.” As he spoke, I stopped, and pointed wordlessly to a stone cairn on an island in the middle of the mire. A thin plume of smoke arose from a makeshift chimney in one corner of the structure, and despite the awful, pungent smell, I was quite sure that I could detect the smell of fried black pudding.
Agrimony gritted his teeth and stepped forward, prodding the ground suspiciously with his staff as he went. After some manoeuvring, we reached the cairn, and crept around the outer wall, until the entrance loomed up beside us.
“I say, Griswald, me old chap, I think we have visitors!” came a voice from inside the cave. It did not sound at all offensive, and for a moment I doubted Agrimony’s warning.
“Oh, how absolutely spiffing, Snotgobbler!” said a second voice, slightly higher-pitched than the first. Invite them in for a spot of tea, some fried bread and black pudding, do!”
We stepped through the doorway to find two dandyish-looking gentlemen sitting upon stools in front of a stove. Several pieces of black-pudding were sizzling on top of it, and one of the fellows was turning over pieces of fried bread with a spatula. But as I surveyed the rest of the rough-hewn room, I realised with a start that it was cluttered with gadgets from the workshop of Gladys Sparkbright: mud-spattered microscopes, dented telescopes, broken chronometers, and, in one corner, an enormous cylindrical object made of brass, from the end of which there protruded a long, flexible hose, about a half an ell in diameter, ending in a nozzle which looked for all the world like the oral orifice of a leech magnified ten thousand times.
“Observe,” whispered Agrimony, “the iron ore extractor.”
“Well, well! This is positively cosy,” said the young man with the spatula. He wore a dapper pin-striped suit and a tasteful green cravat. I must admit that he did look a personable sort of fellow, except that his feet were bare and hairy and ended in long, hooked claws – and that (how could I forget so obvious a thing?) his skin was a bright, sickly green.
“Absolutely cosy,” said the second young man, who was sitting at a rough-hewn table with a fork in his hand and a lily-white bib tucked into his admirably starched collar. His skin was quite as green as that of his fellow, and I noted with some disgruntlement that while he was popping the lightly-buttered pieces of black pudding into his mouth with commendable finesse and decorum, the urbane and sophisticated effect was somewhat marred by the fact that there was no plate, for he was eating the black pudding direct from the surface of the table. As Agrimony advanced into the room, the first young fellow turned and inverted the spatula over the table, scattering pieces of well-greased fried bread across its surface.
“Superbly cosy,” said the spatula-wielding fellow. “Take a seat, do! Oh – there isn’t one. Well. Never mind, what?” He turned back to the stove and began cracking a number of large leathery eggs on top of it. They popped and sizzled, and he prodded them with his spatula.
“Enough!” roared Agrimony, raising his staff, and as he did so, a remarkable, not to mention terrifying, change came over the young gentlemen. Their noses suddenly grew to four times their previous size, and became hooked at the ends. Warts sprouted up all over them. I recoiled in horror as the prim-looking waistcoat of the chap sitting at the table split up the back from top to bottom, revealing a portion of slimy green skin. The eyes of both young gentlemen suddenly became bloodshot, and the pupils glowed a malignant shade of purple. The spatula-wielding fellow opened his mouth to reveal an elongated blue tongue, and slowly began to lick the wax from his own earhole.
“You don’t like black-pudding, what?” said Snotgobbler with a drool. “Never mind! Perhaps we’ll turn you both into rissoles instead.”
“Oh, botheration!” said Griswald. “I’m sick of beastly rissoles. Can’t we turn them into proper sausages?”
Snotgobbler was on the verge of mentioning the possibility of human hamburgers, when Agrimony suddenly clapped his hands, and the pieces of black pudding flew into the air and stuffed themselves into the mouths and ears of Snotgobbler and Griswald. The two Goblins threw themselves helplessly upon the rocky floor of the cairn, spat out the bits of black pudding, and rolled about clutching their stomachs, slavering and squealing uncontrollably.
“So!” roared Agrimony, adopting a commanding stance with his foot on Snotgobbler’s head. “It was you two who stole the iron ore extractor from the workshop of Gladys Sparkbright, and adapted it for the purpose of blood-extraction, for the making of black puddings!”
“Yes!” cried Griswald between wails of perturbation. “It was us! And we’re proud of it!”
“I presume that making puddings from the ram was just a practice-run for the real thing?” said Agrimony, aiming a kick at Snotgobbler’s bottom.
“Yes, absolutely!” groaned Snotgobbler. “Black pudding made from mutton is not a patch on black pudding made from people!”
“Especially young people,” added Griswald with a groan.
“And especially elves,” choked Snotgobbler. “We were going to start with Miss Eleanor.”
“I thought as much,” said Agrimony grimly. “I would turn both of you into black puddings on the spot, but frankly, I can’t be bothered. Any suggestions, Hingefinkle?”
“Hum,” I said, after some thought. “You could turn them both into sheep. There would be a certain amount of poetic justice in that.”
And that is precisely what Agrimony did. Surprisingly, Griswald and Snotgobbler made wonderfully obedient sheep; they even led us across the maze of dry ground which passed through the mire and onto the moor, and with two well-aimed kicks, Agrimony propelled them towards the curious flock of sheep which had congregated at the edge of the mire.
“Hum,” I said, as Eleanor stared nonplussed at the new additions to her parents’ flock. “So the Goblins adapted the iron ore extractor to attract the haemoglobin in blood?”
“Haemoglobin, schlaemoglobin!” said Agrimony grumpily. “Do you realise the paperwork I shall have to do to justify my use of that little spell back there? It will take me a week to fill in the forms!”
“Fiddlesticks,” I replied, in as conciliatory tone as I could muster, “it will be worse for Gladys Sparkbright. She is going to have to invent a way to get the iron ore extractor and all her microscopes out of that quagmire!”
*
As a matter of fact, it took Agrimony two weeks to do the paperwork, because when he had completed it for the first time, the local Druid fraternity told him that they had recently changed the colour of Spell-Employment Notification Form 28Z/4150c from green to a lovely shade of lilac, and it was quite simply impossible for them to accept a Notification on the old form. I was on the verge of congratulating him on having signed and dated the lilac version of Form 28Z/4150c, when there was a knock at the door.
I put down my pipe and opened it to reveal Miss Eleanor, looking even paler and more frightened than she had done on her last visit to the Hermitage.
“Oh, Druid Agrimony!” she cried. “It’s Griswald and Snotgobbler! Father found them both this morning on the edge of the mire, quite dead, with gaping, bloody wounds on their chests. We looked for footprints, but there weren’t any, and oh -” (at this point she sobbed uncontrollably for a few moments before gathering her wits and continuing), “and when we looked out across the mire, a great pool of peaty water began to churn and froth, and something – something awful – arose from beneath the surface-”
“Hum,” I said calmly. “Dear Miss Eleanor. Take a deep breath, gather your thoughts, and then tell us what it was that you saw. There is nothing to fear.”
She obediently kept her silence for a few moments, and then burst into tears. “Oh, Mr. Hingefinkle! It was the head of a gigantic leech!”
Agrimony polished his monocle morosely, held it up to the light, and scrutinised it meticulously. “I see,” he said slowly. “In the light of this new development, I have a useful piece of advice for you and your parents.”
“What’s that?” asked Eleanor breathlessly.
Agrimony sat on his chair, put his feet up on a stool, and gazed vacantly at the ceiling. “Give up sheep-farming and go and live in the Bluebell Wood,” he said with a sigh.
This relates to my PotD of May-21. www.flickr.com/photos/ellenmac/27091652631/in/datetaken-p... I returned to the scene and decided that the fawn I saw probably was very newly born. A friend on Facebook suggested that I had scared the mother away very shortly after the birth. On the next day, the ground was much more dry. No sign of a dead fawn or one that had been eaten. The area looked very much as though a doe could have given birth lying down. (And I did pull the garlic mustard I had been after the day before.)
Relating to a generally known fairy-tale character, Cosima von Bonin’s temporary installation TAGEDIEB (IDLER) is a work focusing on the commercial excesses of inner city spaces. Her Pinocchio presents himself as a disruptive element on Vienna’s consumption binge boulevard, because he resists the impulse to buy and – as an “idler” and “good-for-nothing” – interferes with the efficient flow of transactions, thus symbolically obstructing the circulation of money and commodities. In a culture of logos, the art object turns into a “blank,” heralding a social utopia beyond the market logic in its rejection of commercialization and trade efficiency. When the viewer approaches the Pinocchio sculpture, a light comes on setting the figure off against its environs – an ironic reference to the cult of short-lived prominence in today’s everyday media world: Pinocchio as a star in the casting show of public life.
This piece relates to my historical influences because, I attempted to incorporate the pain and damage that wars have on people who are exposed to them, and how it affects them. I attempted to portray this through the mushroom cloud brain, signifying PTSD and never forgetting, which is partly why it's lower half resembles the brain, and the scars, barbed wire, and burns, along with other things. If I was to d anything different in this piece, I would clean up the lines and the bottom of the piece, making the hands more tidy. I would also place the object in a way that it is balanced. Overall though, I think I did a relatively good job on this piece, partly because I returned to my natural medium of ink.
Documents from the early 1990s relating to blood plasma transfusion by Henan provincial government and military blood plasma collection stations that led to the spread of HIV to many people who sold blood. The blood collection stations were closed in the mid 1990s though some continued this very profitable business underground.
HIV Blood Transfusion Disaster Documents For more information see: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plasma_Economy The Wound by He Aifang on the history of blood disaster museums.cnd.org/CND-Global/CND-Global.01-01-25.html
Links to US Embassy website mentioned at the end of the report above are archived on the Internet Archive web.archive.org/web/20010809150226fw_/http://www.usembass...
See also article Dr. Gao Yaojie Human Rights China at www.hrichina.org/content/4754
This lantern slide relates to a photograph taken by Clement Lindley Wragge (b.1852, d.1922), likely dating between 1890-1922.
The slide shows a triptych image of different aspects of the full moon with calculations of the 'apparent dimensions of Moon at extreme and mean distances from Earth', information on the revolution of moon around Earth, Diameter of Moon, and density.
Inscription Details: Handwritten in black ink at top of plate, 'apparent dimensions of moon at extreme and mean distances from Earth. Extreme distance 253,000 miles Mean " 239,000 " Least " 221,000". Handwritten in black ink on white tape at bottom of plate, 'Revolution round Earth 27.322 days Diameter 2,160 miles Mean density compared with water 3.5'. VERSO: Exposed in reverse in lower third of image, 'apparent dimensions of the Moon at its extreme and mean distance from the Earth'.
Credit: Shared by Auckland War Memorial Museum, Tāmaki Paenga Hira, as part of the Clement Lindley Wragge collection.
Rights: No known copyright restrictions.
Reference: 235690|PH-1984-1-LS78-2-16
For more details, please visit: www.aucklandmuseum.com/discover/collections/record/1033522
GENERAL DESCRIPTION
PLEASE NOTE: -
“MUDA” is a singular word relating to one of the mercantile convoys sailing out of Venice each year.
“MUDE” is a plural word relating to several, or all, of the mercantile convoys sailing out of Venice each year.
27 leaves, leaf size 249mm x172mm (9 3/4ins. X 6 8/10ins.) with a text block of 172mm x 98mm (6 8/10ins. x 3 17/20ins.).
Single column, 29 lines in a superb, elegant, humanistic cursive minuscule script in black, probably all written by the same scribe. Many ascenders on the top line, and descenders on the bottom line, have been embellished.
This manuscript include two texts, the first being the Regulations of the Muda of Venice to Alexandria, and the second being the Journal of the Muda to Alexandria that set sail from Venice on 21st. May, 1504. The manuscript was probably written in that city in that year.
A FULL DESCRIPTION IS ATTACHED TO THE OVERVIEW.
A TRANSCRIPT AND TRANSLATION WILL BE ADDED AS AND WHEN TIME ALLOWS.
Image from 'Historical Collections of the State of New York ... relating to its history and antiquities, with geographical descriptions of every township in the State', 000194809
Author: BARBER, John Warner and HOWE (Henry)
Page: 506
Year: 1846
Place: New-York
Publisher: S. Tuttle
Following the link above will take you to the British Library's integrated catalogue. You will be able to download a PDF of the book this image is taken from, as well as view the pages up close with the 'itemViewer'. Click on the 'related items' to search for the electronic version of this work.
The Gledstanes name relates to the gilded bird of prey hanging outside the house. 'Gled' is an old Scottish word for red-tailed kite, which are often found nesting among 'stanes' or stones.
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This lantern slide relates to a photograph taken by Clement Lindley Wragge (b.1852, d.1922), likely dating between 1890-1922.
The slide shows text on black background, 'Death is like the change of water into steam, only a sheet as of frosted glass lies between this life and the next- learn the great lesson-the grand secret- in the observatory'.
Inscription Details: Handwritten in black ink at top of plate '[Re..] Written on plate 'Death is like the change of water into steam, only a sheet as of frosted glass lies between this life and the next- learn the great lesson-the grand secret- in the observatory.' Handwritten in blue ink at bottom of plate 'U37'.
Credit: Shared by Auckland War Memorial Museum, Tāmaki Paenga Hira, as part of the Clement Lindley Wragge collection.
Rights: No known copyright restrictions.
Reference: 236036|PH-1984-1-LS78-4-29|37
For more details, please visit: www.aucklandmuseum.com/discover/collections/record/1033180
Documents from the early 1990s relating to blood plasma transfusion by Henan provincial government and military blood plasma collection stations that led to the spread of HIV to many people who sold blood. The blood collection stations were closed in the mid 1990s though some continued this very profitable business underground.
HIV Blood Transfusion Disaster Documents For more information see: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plasma_Economy The Wound by He Aifang on the history of blood disaster museums.cnd.org/CND-Global/CND-Global.01-01-25.html
Links to US Embassy website mentioned at the end of the report above are archived on the Internet Archive web.archive.org/web/20010809150226fw_/http://www.usembass...
See also article Dr. Gao Yaojie Human Rights China at www.hrichina.org/content/4754
Seminar on legal issues relating to maritime autonomous surface ships (MASS), including matters arising from the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea (UNCLOS)(17 April 2023), held during the second session of the Joint MSC-LEG-FAL MASS Working Group.
This photo relates to my travel blog at http://www.heatheronhertravels.com/a-picnic-from-the-mercado-central-in-valencia/
This photo is licensed under Creative commons for use including commercial on condition that you link back to or credit http://www.heatheronhertravels.com/.
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The term 'special kids' often relates to kids with special needs. Special needs imply that a child has a medical, psychological or mental disorder. However, these kids are just similar to all the kids around except for that they have some disability, perhaps in the form of poor communication abilities, disruptive behaviors, sensory integration challenges or lack of focus in a kid concerning learning. It is for these kids and their parents that art therapy was formally introduced as a solution.
Art therapy has proven to be one of the best treatments for kids having emotional behavioral and psychological problems. In fact, art therapy dates back right to the 19th century when French psychiatrists Ambrose Tardieu and Paul-Max Simon viewed it as an effective diagnostic tool to identify specific types of mental illness or traumatic events. The popularity and the growth proliferated to such an extent that art therapy was seen as an important form of treatment by psychiatrists in the 20th century! In the contemporary world, adapting to art therapy enables kids to communicate and express their ideas using art tools and supplies rather than having a verbal communication. This way, kid helps their counselor understand various facts that he/she wasn’t able to express in words.
Art therapy is a part of special education provided to the kids with special needs where the kids are encouraged to express their feelings through art and their latent creativity. This therapy not only helps us understand these kids but also in building them up in terms of cognitive growth, learning of social skills, practicing sensorimotor like the hand-eye coordination and sensory stimulation. The artwork done by the kids are of different types which include drawing, collage making, crafting, sculpture creation and much more. Naturally, all these artworks are implemented to help a child express what he/she feels and what he/she imagines.
The art therapy is one of the most valuable tools that can in a way help the therapist understand the kid and provide better treatment.
Ever wondered what are the benefits of introducing your child to art therapy?
Following are the general benefits of art therapy for kids with special needs.
• It helps the kids to put their thoughts and ideas in a creative manner which they might have found difficult to communicate verbally.
• From the counselor’s point of view, this therapy helps them understand the child better. It also helps him/her understand various areas of interest and skills of the child along with a sense of achievement.
• It has helped kids with various disabilities like trauma, physical, learning or visual impairment, behavioral issues, etc.
• Engaging in art therapy helps children to develop different skills like emotional skills, cognitive, motor and relational skills. It also promotes relaxation in the mind of a child as he can communicate and express his ideas that he/she couldn’t do verbally. Art therapy reduces anxiety and provides a sense of accomplishment for the kids.
• Many kids also have sensory disabilities. Art therapy is one of the best therapies for them as they can enjoy pleasurable sensory experiences through this therapy.
How to find a good therapist?
Always remember that art isn’t just for the “special” kids. In fact, art is beyond solving disabilities! Art helps your kids in overcoming their sensory disabilities and improving their creativity! Your child’s imagination can profile deeper and deeper with art. You can find a good therapist/art class by doing a good amount of research online as well as offline. For example, Braingroom is online marketplace for educational, recreational & wellness classes with defined target segment. Through BrainGroom, academies & individual tutors sell their classes in the form of individual class tickets to end users. Isn’t this the perfect place to find the right mentor for your child?! Furthermore, there are numerous other reputed “child-therapists” who have built up their websites. You can check for their reviews given by the customers and also understand about the services mentioned on the website that they provide. Also, connect with people around in the society and try to find out people who have had prior experiences with the therapists. Keeping all the factors, reviews and services of a therapist in mind, you can go the best therapist you might get.
Final word
The kids with special needs are no less than the normal ones. All that they need is a special attention and better care than the normal kids. It is important to understand the special kids and help them at every stage of their life. This therapy is so simple yet usually so ignored due to lack of awareness and understanding. However, researches have shown it to have highly benefited the special kids who are seen to be doing well in their lives.
Ursine - of or relating to or similar to bears.
I tend to associate myself with bears or bear-like individuals... most of our friends fall into the category of furry-creatures...
That's not my only criteria for friends... but it appears that it BEARS to be noticed amongst our friends!
Dundalk overwhelm Bangor in All Ireland Final
by Roger Corbett
Bangor’s amazing run in the All Ireland Junior Cup came to an abrupt end when they were comprehensively beaten by Dundalk, eventually losing by 55-5.
Where do you start when trying to relate and absorb the events of Saturday’s final at Chambers Park? Firstly, congratulations to worthy winners Dundalk who nullified the Bangor attack, then went on to produce some stunning plays which racked up no less than 8 tries, each by a different player. For Bangor’s part, they were unable to respond to the intensity of Dundalk’s game, and lacked the cutting edge which their opponents used to great effect.
The day started full of promise, as the strong support from North Down made their way to Chambers Park in Portadown, knowing Bangor would be fielding their best team. Once again, the pundits had Bangor as the underdogs – just as they had done so in the previous three rounds! In confounding the experts earlier, Bangor produced some awesome performances against top quality opposition to get to the final. Dundalk had produced some convincing wins in the early rounds of the competition, but had struggled to get past CIYMS in the semi-final, just managing to squeeze ahead at the second time of asking. However, with a number of key players returning to the side in time for this game, they were now back at full strength and would be a formidable force to contend with.
Having won the toss, captain Jamie Clegg elected to play into the stiff wind in the first half. For the first 5 minutes, Bangor doggedly retained possession and tried to play their way into Dundalk’s half through a series of determined forward moves. However, little ground was made and, when possession was finally lost, the Dundalk back line produced a burst that simply cut through the Bangor defence resulting in an easy touch down under Bangor’s posts for a 7-0 lead.
Bangor stuck to their plan and slowly, but patiently, got their attack moving forward, eventually winning a penalty to the left of Dundalk’s posts, but Mark Widdowson’s kick into the wind drifted just wide of the mark.
The contrast in play between the two teams was becoming clear, with Bangor trying to keep the ball close while Dundalk were throwing it wide. The latter strategy was proving to be the more effective as, with 20 minutes gone, a quick back line move with players looping around resulted in an overlap on the right wing which gave a clear run in to again, score under the posts. A further 9 minutes later, they did it again and, although the Bangor defence had sensed the danger and moved across to cover it, their tackling let them down allowing Dundalk to get over in the right hand corner, taking their lead to 19-0.
By now, Bangor were trying to hang on until half time when they could regroup and come out with the wind at their backs. Dundalk, on the other hand were anxious to press home their advantage and give them a more comfortable lead. To Bangor’s credit, although camped on their own line for lengthy spells, they dug in and managed to hold on until the referee’s half time whistle.
As the teams reappeared from the dressing rooms, it was obvious Bangor were ringing the changes, particularly in the backs. With the wind advantage having lessened considerably, Bangor got the second half underway. It was now Dundalk’s turn to adopt the slow, steady approach, just as Bangor had done earlier. However, their more confident off-loading and support play was, once again, taking play deep into Bangor’s territory. Frustration at not being able to gain possession and take play out of their danger area eventually resulted in a yellow card for Clegg after a succession of penalties. Dundalk kicked the penalty to touch, won their lineout and drove for the line. Although initially held up by the Bangor defence, Dundalk’s repeated drives were eventually rewarded with another converted score, extending their lead to 26-0.
From the touchline, the Bangor faithful had felt that if their players had managed to score first in the second half, they may have been able to mount a fight-back and close the gap to their opponents. As it was, this Dundalk score simply bolstered their confidence and pushed Bangor deeper into trouble. With Bangor still a man down, Dundalk added to the score with a penalty and then another score in the corner. Everything was now working for the Leinster men, as even the difficult touchline conversion into the biting wind successfully split the posts, bringing the score to 36-0.
As the game entered the final quarter, and with Dundalk all but holding the cup, Bangor were now on the ropes. By contrast, the Dundalk players were in almost total control, and were not going to slow down now. In a 10 minute spell, they ran in a further 3 tries, making the scoreline 55-0. By now, any sense of dejection the Bangor supporters may have been feeling was now moved to feelings of sympathy for their players. However, pride was at stake and once again Bangor rallied as the game entered its final minutes. At last, the forwards got within striking distance of the Dundalk line and, although their repeated attacks were repelled, they finally managed to do what their opponents had done so effectively, and quickly passed the ball wide to Davy Charles. Even though they were 55 points ahead, the Dundalk defence made Charles work hard to drive through the tackles and score Bangor’s consolation try, bringing the final score to 55-5.
From Bangor’s point of view, the final score doesn’t tell the whole story of this competition. While the final may have resulted in a sad anti-climax for Bangor, the remarkable journey to get there will be remembered for some time. On the day, Dundalk were by far the better side, and Bangor would have to concede that their game was not up to the usual standard. However, there is no doubt the experience of competing at this level is something to relish and the goal now will be to secure a top four place in the league and try again next year.
Everybody at the club has nothing but the highest respect and praise for what has been achieved this year by not just the 1sts, but all the senior teams, and one poor result isn’t going to change that – the welcome at Upritchard Park for the returning players is testament to that. With that in mind, the players now need to put this disappointment behind them and provide the best possible response against a struggling Portadown side at home in the league next Saturday.
Bangor side: J Leary, A Jackson, P Whyte, F Black, G Irvine, R Latimer, J Clegg, C Stewart, R Armstrong, K Rosson, D Charles, M Aspley, M Weir, M Widdowson, C Morgan
Subs: S Irvine, O McIlmurray, D Kelly, M Rodgers, C Harper, D Fusco, M Thompson
Bangor scores: D Charles (1T)
Dundalk Storm To Title Dundalk 55 v Bangor 5 from KnockOn.ie
Dundalk Scorers: Christopher Scully, Owen McNally, Jonathan Williams, John Smyth, Ultan Murphy, Tiernan Gonnelly, James McConnon and Stephen Murphy 1 try each. Ultan Murphy 6 cons, 1 pen.
Bangor Scorers: David Charles 1 try.
In front of a big crowd at Chambers Park on Saturday afternoon Dundalk delivered a stunning and ruthless display to see off the challenge of Bangor and capture the All Ireland Junior Cup title for the very first time.
Three first half tries had them firmly in control at 19-0 ahead having played with the elements at the Portadown venue during the first half and while the wind dropped somewhat after half time the Dundalk intensity most certainly didn’t as they cut loose scoring five more tries.
Dundalk returned to a heroes welcome at their Mill Road clubhouse on Saturday night after a display of pure brilliance throughout the afternoon.
Precision, pace and skill from the Louth men from start to finish left Bangor playing second fiddle for long periods.
Dundalk overwhelm Bangor in All Ireland Final
by Roger Corbett
Bangor’s amazing run in the All Ireland Junior Cup came to an abrupt end when they were comprehensively beaten by Dundalk, eventually losing by 55-5.
Where do you start when trying to relate and absorb the events of Saturday’s final at Chambers Park? Firstly, congratulations to worthy winners Dundalk who nullified the Bangor attack, then went on to produce some stunning plays which racked up no less than 8 tries, each by a different player. For Bangor’s part, they were unable to respond to the intensity of Dundalk’s game, and lacked the cutting edge which their opponents used to great effect.
The day started full of promise, as the strong support from North Down made their way to Chambers Park in Portadown, knowing Bangor would be fielding their best team. Once again, the pundits had Bangor as the underdogs – just as they had done so in the previous three rounds! In confounding the experts earlier, Bangor produced some awesome performances against top quality opposition to get to the final. Dundalk had produced some convincing wins in the early rounds of the competition, but had struggled to get past CIYMS in the semi-final, just managing to squeeze ahead at the second time of asking. However, with a number of key players returning to the side in time for this game, they were now back at full strength and would be a formidable force to contend with.
Having won the toss, captain Jamie Clegg elected to play into the stiff wind in the first half. For the first 5 minutes, Bangor doggedly retained possession and tried to play their way into Dundalk’s half through a series of determined forward moves. However, little ground was made and, when possession was finally lost, the Dundalk back line produced a burst that simply cut through the Bangor defence resulting in an easy touch down under Bangor’s posts for a 7-0 lead.
Bangor stuck to their plan and slowly, but patiently, got their attack moving forward, eventually winning a penalty to the left of Dundalk’s posts, but Mark Widdowson’s kick into the wind drifted just wide of the mark.
The contrast in play between the two teams was becoming clear, with Bangor trying to keep the ball close while Dundalk were throwing it wide. The latter strategy was proving to be the more effective as, with 20 minutes gone, a quick back line move with players looping around resulted in an overlap on the right wing which gave a clear run in to again, score under the posts. A further 9 minutes later, they did it again and, although the Bangor defence had sensed the danger and moved across to cover it, their tackling let them down allowing Dundalk to get over in the right hand corner, taking their lead to 19-0.
By now, Bangor were trying to hang on until half time when they could regroup and come out with the wind at their backs. Dundalk, on the other hand were anxious to press home their advantage and give them a more comfortable lead. To Bangor’s credit, although camped on their own line for lengthy spells, they dug in and managed to hold on until the referee’s half time whistle.
As the teams reappeared from the dressing rooms, it was obvious Bangor were ringing the changes, particularly in the backs. With the wind advantage having lessened considerably, Bangor got the second half underway. It was now Dundalk’s turn to adopt the slow, steady approach, just as Bangor had done earlier. However, their more confident off-loading and support play was, once again, taking play deep into Bangor’s territory. Frustration at not being able to gain possession and take play out of their danger area eventually resulted in a yellow card for Clegg after a succession of penalties. Dundalk kicked the penalty to touch, won their lineout and drove for the line. Although initially held up by the Bangor defence, Dundalk’s repeated drives were eventually rewarded with another converted score, extending their lead to 26-0.
From the touchline, the Bangor faithful had felt that if their players had managed to score first in the second half, they may have been able to mount a fight-back and close the gap to their opponents. As it was, this Dundalk score simply bolstered their confidence and pushed Bangor deeper into trouble. With Bangor still a man down, Dundalk added to the score with a penalty and then another score in the corner. Everything was now working for the Leinster men, as even the difficult touchline conversion into the biting wind successfully split the posts, bringing the score to 36-0.
As the game entered the final quarter, and with Dundalk all but holding the cup, Bangor were now on the ropes. By contrast, the Dundalk players were in almost total control, and were not going to slow down now. In a 10 minute spell, they ran in a further 3 tries, making the scoreline 55-0. By now, any sense of dejection the Bangor supporters may have been feeling was now moved to feelings of sympathy for their players. However, pride was at stake and once again Bangor rallied as the game entered its final minutes. At last, the forwards got within striking distance of the Dundalk line and, although their repeated attacks were repelled, they finally managed to do what their opponents had done so effectively, and quickly passed the ball wide to Davy Charles. Even though they were 55 points ahead, the Dundalk defence made Charles work hard to drive through the tackles and score Bangor’s consolation try, bringing the final score to 55-5.
From Bangor’s point of view, the final score doesn’t tell the whole story of this competition. While the final may have resulted in a sad anti-climax for Bangor, the remarkable journey to get there will be remembered for some time. On the day, Dundalk were by far the better side, and Bangor would have to concede that their game was not up to the usual standard. However, there is no doubt the experience of competing at this level is something to relish and the goal now will be to secure a top four place in the league and try again next year.
Everybody at the club has nothing but the highest respect and praise for what has been achieved this year by not just the 1sts, but all the senior teams, and one poor result isn’t going to change that – the welcome at Upritchard Park for the returning players is testament to that. With that in mind, the players now need to put this disappointment behind them and provide the best possible response against a struggling Portadown side at home in the league next Saturday.
Bangor side: J Leary, A Jackson, P Whyte, F Black, G Irvine, R Latimer, J Clegg, C Stewart, R Armstrong, K Rosson, D Charles, M Aspley, M Weir, M Widdowson, C Morgan
Subs: S Irvine, O McIlmurray, D Kelly, M Rodgers, C Harper, D Fusco, M Thompson
Bangor scores: D Charles (1T)
Dundalk Storm To Title Dundalk 55 v Bangor 5 from KnockOn.ie
Dundalk Scorers: Christopher Scully, Owen McNally, Jonathan Williams, John Smyth, Ultan Murphy, Tiernan Gonnelly, James McConnon and Stephen Murphy 1 try each. Ultan Murphy 6 cons, 1 pen.
Bangor Scorers: David Charles 1 try.
In front of a big crowd at Chambers Park on Saturday afternoon Dundalk delivered a stunning and ruthless display to see off the challenge of Bangor and capture the All Ireland Junior Cup title for the very first time.
Three first half tries had them firmly in control at 19-0 ahead having played with the elements at the Portadown venue during the first half and while the wind dropped somewhat after half time the Dundalk intensity most certainly didn’t as they cut loose scoring five more tries.
Dundalk returned to a heroes welcome at their Mill Road clubhouse on Saturday night after a display of pure brilliance throughout the afternoon.
Precision, pace and skill from the Louth men from start to finish left Bangor playing second fiddle for long periods.
Dundalk overwhelm Bangor in All Ireland Final
by Roger Corbett
Bangor’s amazing run in the All Ireland Junior Cup came to an abrupt end when they were comprehensively beaten by Dundalk, eventually losing by 55-5.
Where do you start when trying to relate and absorb the events of Saturday’s final at Chambers Park? Firstly, congratulations to worthy winners Dundalk who nullified the Bangor attack, then went on to produce some stunning plays which racked up no less than 8 tries, each by a different player. For Bangor’s part, they were unable to respond to the intensity of Dundalk’s game, and lacked the cutting edge which their opponents used to great effect.
The day started full of promise, as the strong support from North Down made their way to Chambers Park in Portadown, knowing Bangor would be fielding their best team. Once again, the pundits had Bangor as the underdogs – just as they had done so in the previous three rounds! In confounding the experts earlier, Bangor produced some awesome performances against top quality opposition to get to the final. Dundalk had produced some convincing wins in the early rounds of the competition, but had struggled to get past CIYMS in the semi-final, just managing to squeeze ahead at the second time of asking. However, with a number of key players returning to the side in time for this game, they were now back at full strength and would be a formidable force to contend with.
Having won the toss, captain Jamie Clegg elected to play into the stiff wind in the first half. For the first 5 minutes, Bangor doggedly retained possession and tried to play their way into Dundalk’s half through a series of determined forward moves. However, little ground was made and, when possession was finally lost, the Dundalk back line produced a burst that simply cut through the Bangor defence resulting in an easy touch down under Bangor’s posts for a 7-0 lead.
Bangor stuck to their plan and slowly, but patiently, got their attack moving forward, eventually winning a penalty to the left of Dundalk’s posts, but Mark Widdowson’s kick into the wind drifted just wide of the mark.
The contrast in play between the two teams was becoming clear, with Bangor trying to keep the ball close while Dundalk were throwing it wide. The latter strategy was proving to be the more effective as, with 20 minutes gone, a quick back line move with players looping around resulted in an overlap on the right wing which gave a clear run in to again, score under the posts. A further 9 minutes later, they did it again and, although the Bangor defence had sensed the danger and moved across to cover it, their tackling let them down allowing Dundalk to get over in the right hand corner, taking their lead to 19-0.
By now, Bangor were trying to hang on until half time when they could regroup and come out with the wind at their backs. Dundalk, on the other hand were anxious to press home their advantage and give them a more comfortable lead. To Bangor’s credit, although camped on their own line for lengthy spells, they dug in and managed to hold on until the referee’s half time whistle.
As the teams reappeared from the dressing rooms, it was obvious Bangor were ringing the changes, particularly in the backs. With the wind advantage having lessened considerably, Bangor got the second half underway. It was now Dundalk’s turn to adopt the slow, steady approach, just as Bangor had done earlier. However, their more confident off-loading and support play was, once again, taking play deep into Bangor’s territory. Frustration at not being able to gain possession and take play out of their danger area eventually resulted in a yellow card for Clegg after a succession of penalties. Dundalk kicked the penalty to touch, won their lineout and drove for the line. Although initially held up by the Bangor defence, Dundalk’s repeated drives were eventually rewarded with another converted score, extending their lead to 26-0.
From the touchline, the Bangor faithful had felt that if their players had managed to score first in the second half, they may have been able to mount a fight-back and close the gap to their opponents. As it was, this Dundalk score simply bolstered their confidence and pushed Bangor deeper into trouble. With Bangor still a man down, Dundalk added to the score with a penalty and then another score in the corner. Everything was now working for the Leinster men, as even the difficult touchline conversion into the biting wind successfully split the posts, bringing the score to 36-0.
As the game entered the final quarter, and with Dundalk all but holding the cup, Bangor were now on the ropes. By contrast, the Dundalk players were in almost total control, and were not going to slow down now. In a 10 minute spell, they ran in a further 3 tries, making the scoreline 55-0. By now, any sense of dejection the Bangor supporters may have been feeling was now moved to feelings of sympathy for their players. However, pride was at stake and once again Bangor rallied as the game entered its final minutes. At last, the forwards got within striking distance of the Dundalk line and, although their repeated attacks were repelled, they finally managed to do what their opponents had done so effectively, and quickly passed the ball wide to Davy Charles. Even though they were 55 points ahead, the Dundalk defence made Charles work hard to drive through the tackles and score Bangor’s consolation try, bringing the final score to 55-5.
From Bangor’s point of view, the final score doesn’t tell the whole story of this competition. While the final may have resulted in a sad anti-climax for Bangor, the remarkable journey to get there will be remembered for some time. On the day, Dundalk were by far the better side, and Bangor would have to concede that their game was not up to the usual standard. However, there is no doubt the experience of competing at this level is something to relish and the goal now will be to secure a top four place in the league and try again next year.
Everybody at the club has nothing but the highest respect and praise for what has been achieved this year by not just the 1sts, but all the senior teams, and one poor result isn’t going to change that – the welcome at Upritchard Park for the returning players is testament to that. With that in mind, the players now need to put this disappointment behind them and provide the best possible response against a struggling Portadown side at home in the league next Saturday.
Bangor side: J Leary, A Jackson, P Whyte, F Black, G Irvine, R Latimer, J Clegg, C Stewart, R Armstrong, K Rosson, D Charles, M Aspley, M Weir, M Widdowson, C Morgan
Subs: S Irvine, O McIlmurray, D Kelly, M Rodgers, C Harper, D Fusco, M Thompson
Bangor scores: D Charles (1T)
Dundalk Storm To Title Dundalk 55 v Bangor 5 from KnockOn.ie
Dundalk Scorers: Christopher Scully, Owen McNally, Jonathan Williams, John Smyth, Ultan Murphy, Tiernan Gonnelly, James McConnon and Stephen Murphy 1 try each. Ultan Murphy 6 cons, 1 pen.
Bangor Scorers: David Charles 1 try.
In front of a big crowd at Chambers Park on Saturday afternoon Dundalk delivered a stunning and ruthless display to see off the challenge of Bangor and capture the All Ireland Junior Cup title for the very first time.
Three first half tries had them firmly in control at 19-0 ahead having played with the elements at the Portadown venue during the first half and while the wind dropped somewhat after half time the Dundalk intensity most certainly didn’t as they cut loose scoring five more tries.
Dundalk returned to a heroes welcome at their Mill Road clubhouse on Saturday night after a display of pure brilliance throughout the afternoon.
Precision, pace and skill from the Louth men from start to finish left Bangor playing second fiddle for long periods.
Photo credit: UNDP
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LegCo Subcommittee on Issues Relating to the Silver Age Card visits Gerontech Education and Rental Service Centre (2021.07.20)
Re: Dying Crafts (relating it to food)
Lam: [When the high expectations of a craft] are no longer, that’s the day that it becomes extinct. When you eat a bun and it’s soggy, but you have no problem with it, “it’s tasty,” – that means [the traditional requirements behind what’s good] has gone extinct. Like I was relating to egg rolls, if it is no longer shattering crisp (to the point where it crumbles to the floor), and you’re okay with it, then the egg roll master should retire.
“There are a lot of simple, relatable things. This is our society; there is no compassion, because the financial mindset is driven by market demand. It’s always market demand. No demand, no one will make it.”
(Roy picks up a bamboo steamer mat and asks about its popularity.)
Lam: “This is due to technology and the resurrection of these needs. Why do I say this? Because the modern rice cookers use Western coating on the bottom, so it scratches easily when you put a metal object on it. Using bamboo or wood can protect that so it lasts longer. So that’s why old things can have a second wind.
“If there wasn’t new technology, and we were still using ceramics, using gold, brass… it’s not a problem. When it’s not a problem, then that’s when things go extinct.”
Material relating to the Museums Association 1911 conference. This was also held in Brighton. Photograph taken in Brighton History Centre.
PM Dr. Ngirente presented to Parliament in a joint sitting, Government of Rwanda’s actions relating to the promotion of TVETs and Polytechnics | Kigali, 22 July 2021
Vendors and community agencies display products and programs relating to physical and mental wellness.
One story relates how, while Nicholas was visiting a remote part of his diocese, several citizens from Myra arrived with the news that, in his absence, the ruler of the city, Eustathius, had condemned three innocent men to death. Nicholas set out immediately for home. Reaching the outskirts of the city, he asked those he met on the road if they knew what had happened to the prisoners. Informed that their execution was to be carried out that morning, he hurried to the executioner's field, where he found a large crowd of people and the three men kneeling with their arms bound behind them, awaiting the blow of the sword. Nicholas passed through the crowd, took the sword from the executioner's hands and threw it to the ground, ordering that the condemned men be freed from their bonds. Later the ruler sought the saint’s forgiveness. Only after a period of public repentance did Nicholas absolve him.
Ilya Repin's painting of the same scene: www.flickr.com/photos/jimforest/995851770/
Todays Interesting Guide Tip:
This tip comes with a money back guarantee! :)
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This relates nicely to ALL fish that are in a transitional stage in the Salmon River.
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Soooo, the lesson for today is there are 3 "basic" ways to locate and target these fish. (1 thru 3, in my opionion. 4-7 is advanced )
1. When the Salmon are running, fish there transitional resting points as they make there way up the river. Otherwise, you are fishing to fish that are not stopping, decreasing your odds greatly, in my opionion.
2. Once they stop to hold for the remainder of the day, fish these prime transitional holding waters.
3. Find these prime non-transitional holding places in the river in Sept. and just fish those. After all, they aren't going anywhere soon.
4. Find a spot that is a combination of all 1-3. (Or, a spot that has all 3 in close proximity, so you can jump around according to what the fish are telling you to do)
5. Combine 1-4 and find a place above a looong stretch of rapids. The fish get tired after running these rapids. These fish will be in this spot for the longest period of time, offering you the greatest opportunity, all day!
6. Combine 1-5 and make sure that your spot has 98% of the fish in a transitional stage, move into it. This will offer you the greatest opportunity!
7. Combine 1-6 and pick a spot that compresses and or concentrates them. On a dime, like a sardine can, trash can lid or the size of a Volkswagen beetle or bus. This cuts down on all the guess work and allows to to present your offering to all the fish on every drift.
8. The VERY BEST place to fish? Is anywhere I'm not! - yukyuk
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By utilizing the above, you will have the most fish in front of you for the greatest period of time in a concentrated area offering you the greatest opportunity to present your offering to ALL of them. Fish ON and ON and ON! - Baby!!
Now you know what I look for normally.....................
I hope you found "Todays Guide Tip" entertainingly informative or mildly educational.
Best Fish's,
Randy
The Problems Relating to the Management & Excavations of the Archaeological Ruins of Herculaneum / Pompeii as Reported in Foreign Press (1904-2002). " The Finds At Pompeii A Treasure For Naples," The Times, Jan. 21, 1931. p. 13.
This lantern slide relates to a photograph taken by Clement Lindley Wragge (b.1852, d.1922), likely dating between 1890-1922.
The slide shows an illustrated round image of the surface of moon with a view of Earth in the distance surrounded by stars, with details of the craters of moon visible in foreground.
Inscription Details: RECTO: '20' printed in black ink on white paper, top right hand corner. VERSO: '20' printed in black ink on white paper, top left hand corner. Illegible black text on lower left edge and upper right edge of image.
Credit: Shared by Auckland War Memorial Museum, Tāmaki Paenga Hira, as part of the Clement Lindley Wragge collection.
Rights: No known copyright restrictions.
Reference: 235693|PH-1984-1-LS78-2-19|20
For more details, please visit: www.aucklandmuseum.com/discover/collections/record/1033519
We have moved twice in the last 15 months, the more recent time being four days ago as I post today's images. This is a picture of one of my most cherished possessions, a book which relates the stories of 116 recipients of the Medal of Honor, America's highest award for military valor. The book is autographed by 42 of the recipients, and my story of how this happened is related here, in a blog entry I posted three years ago this week. (As of today, there are exactly 100 living recipients of this award.)
I thought the book had been lost in the shuffle during our move last year, and sadly concluded that I would never see it again. Obviously, this item is irreplaceable, especially since several of the recipients who signed it have since passed away. But it surfaced again during last week's move, which delighted me and made the whole day worthwhile, even though moving is something I hate with a passion. Parenthetically, I devoutly hope my next move is to the cemetery, not because I am in any great hurry to go there, but simply because I want to remain settled down until that time finally does come.
Relator-geral do Orçamento 2023, senador Marcelo Castro, concede entrevista coletiva e fala sobre o relatório do orçamento para 2023.
Foto: Roque de Sá/Agência Senado
All these pictures relate to my blog for Gardeners World Magazine
while you are at it, try my other blog
Historic documents relating to the German immigration to British Kaffraria in the 1850's, photographed in the Courtenay-Latimer Hall at the East London Museum, Eastern Cape, South Africa on July 7, 2008. Confirmation certificate for Florence Wilhelmine Maria Kaschula (who later married Martin Johl) dated April 9, 1911 in Stutterheim.