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Ciaran Gordon and Cillian Rodgers (1000cc Baker Yamaha) are chased by Ryan Dineen and Harry McAlease (1000cc Jacobs Kawasaki) with Declan Brady and Karl Brady holding a watching brief on their 1000 cc Hayes Kawasaki outfit. Race two, of the four race Scobby Cup at the Classic Bike Festival Ireland.
This is a photograph from finish of the fourth annual running of the AON Mullingar Half Marathon which was held on Saturday 17th March 2019 (St. Patrick's Day Lá Fhéile Pádraig 2018) in Mullingar, Co. Westmeath, Ireland at 10:30. This photograph was taken at at the 13 mile mark in the home straight within Mullingar Town Park. Following on from the incredible success of the first three years of the race this year the total numbers participating rose from just under 600 in 2015, 900 in 2016, over 1200 in 2017 and yet again over 1200 this year. Proceeds raised by the AON Mullingar Half Marathon will go directly to T.E.A.M (Temporary Emergency Accommodation Midlands) finding safe & secure accommodation for homeless women and children. The roots of the successs of the event last year was the excellent organisation and a very flat and fast route. All of these characteristics were repeated this year except for the weather. This was a bitterly cold day with air temperatures struggling to get above 4C and a severe wind chill from an easterly breeze making it for very difficult running conditions. Indeed the race could be described as a race of two halves in terms of weather. The first half participants had the strong, cold easterly wind at their faces. However, turning for home along the Royal Canal this became a very strong tailwind for 4 - 5 miles from around Flynn's Machinery/Junction 14 M4. Participants travelled from all over Ireland with a very large participation from runners around Mullingar and the midlands. The race has an AAI permit. The course reverted to its original route this year. Last year saw a small change to the course configuration when the race crossed the M4 Motorway at The Downs via a winding pedestrian footbridge. This was not included this year.
The race began on Pearse Street/Austin Friar's Street in the town and proceeds North East out of the town to the N52 Delvin/Dundalk road towards Lough Sheever. The course then follows beautiful rural country roads out to The Downs at the M4. The only significant hill or rise on the course occurs here at about 7 miles when runners cross a pedestrian footbridge over the M4 near Junction 14 Thomas Flynn and Sons The Downs. The race then joins the now local access route of the old N4 road and then joins the Royal Canal at Great Down. The remainder of the race follows the Royal Canal back westward to Mullingar town. The towpath on the Canal is perfectly flat and in excellent condition. Runners will notice how the level of the canal changes dramatically along the route - at points the canal is level with the towpath. In other places the canal is at least 3 meters lower than the canal path. However the path is perfectly flat and firm the whole way. The course then leaves the Royal Canal at the Ardmore Road/Millmount area of the town and finishes in the Mullingar Town Park on Austin Friar's Street beside the Annebrook Hotel. The park provides a very nice setting for the finish of the race and runners and their families can mix and congregate around the finish area and the hotel.
Timing and event management was provided by www.myrunresults.com/. Their website is here [www.myrunresults.com/] and will contain the results to today's race.
Our full set of photographs are available at: www.flickr.com/photos/peterm7/albums/72157664768562807
Three-bearded rockling, Gaidropsarus vulgaris
Date: 08/07/2015
Loch Maddy, SE Flodday (spot dive LM04SR02)
Photographer: Graham Saunders
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When I was a little girl my Irish grandfather and I used to go off hunting for four leaved clovers until one day we were eating our sardine sandwiches by the water and we got philosophising about it (he was a great philosopher in between beers, was my Grandfather) and we concluded that four leaved clovers must be the unluckiest things in the world ... people were always snapping them off their stalks. THREE leaved, clovers, we decided, were much luckier.
And easier to find.
“To me, there are three things we all should do every day. We should do this every day of our lives. Number one is laugh. You should laugh every day. Number two is think. You should spend some time in thought. And number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears, could be happiness or joy. But think about it. If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you're going to have something special.”
Jim Valvano quotes (American basketball coach, Coach of North Carolina State U., 1980-1990; won NCAA championship, 1983 1946-1993)
Three Days Grace
February 16, 2010
Mohegan Sun Arena – Uncasville, CT
Photos by: Mary Ouellette/TheyWillRockYou.com/AllRightsReserved
Full set: theywillrockyou.com/2010/02/concert-gallery-days-grace-un...
wet pipes and concrete, with an added bonus of accumulated leaves, cigarette butts, chewing gum and other garbage.
to repeat myself from another pic: i hate litter and the filth that generate it, which includes the companies who sell their crap in disposable containers, the shops that sell it, and the factories that produce it all. i would love to see a three strikes law implemented.
1st strike: hefty fine, say $500, along with a huge heap of community service time spent cleaning up litter.
2nd strike: heftier fine, say $5000, along with another huge heap of community service time spent cleaning up litter.
3rd strike: wages garnished for life, community service picking up the litter, and perhaps something far more horribly punitive which in my fantasies involves scenarios that would probably be considered cruel and unusual.
The Three Soldiers, also known as The Three Servicemen, is a bronze statue on the National Mall in Washington DC, commemorating the Vietnam War.
The grouping consists of three young men, armed and dressed appropriately for the Vietnam War era, purposely identifiable as Caucasian, African American, and Hispanic. It was designed to complement the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, by adding a more traditional component, and was unveiled on Veterans Day, 1984.
The statue is located next to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall.
After reading Simon's account of Eye and there being three Suffolks. I realise there are different Suffolks (and Norfolks) for me too. Although I lived in the area for the first 25 years of my life, and again for another half dozen upon leaving the RAF, I never really explored the area where I lived.
I know the main roads well, and the towns on or near them, as on signposts if little else. I may notice the occasional interesting building, like the school at Somerleyton, or the barn at Herringfleet, and even see there was a church or two (Herringfleet again or Haddiscoe). But my knowledge only went as far as I could see; so along the A146, the A143, the A12, the A149 and a handful of B roads and other unclassified roads I may have travelled down, and years later be able to point out every twist and turn, but for the towns and villages, I knew little.
Even large town like Beccles and Bungay I would go to, visit friends or call in at a shop, but in Bungay fail to notice that there are three churches side by side in the centre, or that Beccles church had a separate tower.
Thanks to the group her on Flickr, GWUK, I became aware that Norfolk and Suffolk were homes to a variety and number of churches that I was unaware of, and in parishes I knew I could not place on a map.
So it is, when I go up to visit Mum in Lowestoft, I try to call in at least one new church, just to see what it was like and learn about the history of the area, and in this I am endebited to Simon K for his wonderful East Anglian Churches website and his delightful prose regarding his visits, and in which is smuggles in the points of interest that can be seen.
I am learning myself, slowly, and can now see things that are rare or uncommon, but not really be able to write well or with authority about them.
St Mary here, became the first church I visited anywhere, where there was already a church snapper in attendance. I have been to churches where, because it is a cathedral or in a town or city centre centre, there might be other people walking around and snapping. But in a small rural church, seeing another snapper with a tripod, this was a first.
And he was deaf. As I wandered around calling out if I was in his shots, I was ignored. Meaning I thought him rude, he could just not hear me.
He took his time, and I rushed around, in fact I had little time as I had to be n Gorleston at just gone two, and so with one eye on the time I rushed round getting shots, waiting for my fellow snapper, and so missing loads of detail.
Before this day I had not heard of Horham, and maybe would struggle to find it on a map if I looked.
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The first time I ever approached this village, it was across the fields from poor, battered Denham; typical agricultural high Suffolk, wide spaces with the hedgerows gone, fields of barley and rape. Just short of Horham, I crossed a long concrete expanse which stretched away from the road at an angle. This was, I realised, the former runway of the large WWII American airbase, all that remains of one of the biggest. It was the home of 95th Bomb Group; from here, the cities of Germany were bombed, and St Mary is one of several Suffolk churches that have become shrines to the memory of the former American presence here. Apart from that, you'd never know today.
I remember Horham with affection, because when I started exploring the county's churches in the 1990s, this was one of the first places I visited. North Suffolk seemed fairly exotic and foreign to me then, and I did not even know that Horham is pronounced, for an obvious reason, Horrum, rather than to rhyme with quorum. Having since found myself in just about all the backwaters and byways of East Anglia, it was a pleasure to come back and find that this is still a pretty and remote place, just as I had thought it then.
On the first entry for this church, I suggested that anyone interested in exploring the graveyard should beware of Horham's famous beehives, which stand among the graves. On this day in early June the graveyard was a riot of waist high wildflowers, and at first I couldn't spot them. I wandered out to the south-east corner. The weatherbeaten hives were still there, crumbling quietly. I didn't see any bees, and the only local honey sold at the shop across the road came from far off Cockfield.
Despite being some way off the pulse of medieval industrial Suffolk, this is a typically fine tower of the period, immediately on the eve of the protestant Reformation. The Jernegans were patrons, which may explain the extent to which no expense was spared. Simon Cotton has uncovered a large number of bequests: a 1489 bequest to "new" tower "when begun"; a 1496 bequest to the tower; in 1499, 10s bequeathed to the making of the new steeple; further bequests to the tower in 1503, 1504, 1510 and 1512. There was a bell bequest in 1514, which may link up with the earliest of the current bells, of which more in a moment.
A blocked Norman north doorway reveals the true age of the nave walls. The chancel is all Victorian, but the rest reveals evidence of 14th century rebuilding. The white rendering of the nave gives it an air of being a cottage with a tower and chancel built on. Rather lovely, in fact. Most curiously, it has been heightened without the introduction of a clerestory. Because of this, my eyes took some time on this sunny day to adjust to the interior. It is small, and rather charming; thoroughly Victorianised, but with a strong sense of continuity, of the Horhamers of the past.
The porch is placed towards the middle of the south wall, and you step into the middle of the nave to face the font set in a floor of pamment stones. No two village church interiors are identical, of course, but Horham is rather more idiosyncratic than most. There was a lot of money spent here in the 1630s - was this a particularly Laudian parish, one wonders? From this date, or more precisely November 29th 1631, came the screen, for this is inscribed on it. It has been reset, and behind it is a contemporary pulpit, not as elaborate as some Stuart pulpits, but in this small church it is quietly beautiful. A19th century replacement screen sits to the east.
A great curiosity is the tray which slides out underneath the seat of the 4th bench from the front on the south side. The guide says it is for candles; Mortlock thought that perhaps it was for the churchwardens' clay pipe. Although candles seem an unlikely option given their prohibition at the time for liturgical uses, we must remember that tapers were used for lighting (hence the prickholes in the bench ends) and were therefore a necessity.
However, it seems unlikely that the churchwarden would need to keep them under his seat (and if he did, why do no other churches have this tray?) and so perhaps Mortlock is right. There is a small hole in it, as if for cleaning, perhaps of ashes.
Horham is famous with bellringers, because it has the oldest ring of eight bells in the whole world. An 18th century graffito on the chancel arch reminds the ringers what is due to the Sexton for keeping them in order. A wooden roundel on the north wall depicts the Annunciation, and St Dunstan, the patron Saint of bellfounders. It remembers the American donations which paid for the restoration of the bells.
Another American touch is the straw eagle set in a glass case, two flags in its mouth, which is simple and moving. The 95th Bomb Group memorial is across the road from the church, in the shape of a plane tail. It stands on a pedestal marked with the runway layout, like that at Knettishall. I stood by it in the quiet sunshine, thinking about the terrible accident on the airfield here during the war, when two planes collided on the ground, resulting in more than thirty deaths. And I remembered reading about the armaments being transported here on the now-vanished Middy, the Mid-Suffolk Light Railway, which had a station here.
Hard to imagine all that now, in this peaceful place
I tried to show you all a before and after of myself before Gary accidentally (if not purposely) cut the "hawk" off by mistake but my head is too big for the alloted mosaic on flcikr's big huge labs lmao .. so this is the end result of my haircut today .. This picture was taken by Beau .. a barber at Shelby's Salon ..
Ok so this is a new thing that I guess may start going around ..
Three Things I Love:
1) Laughing
2) Family and Friends
3) Getting my haircut (lol)
Three Things That I Hate:
1) The abuse of children no matter what type it is
2) The mistreatment of the elderly or disabled
3) Negativity
Three Dream Jobs I Used To Have:
1) Being a lawyer
2) Being a dancer for MC Hammer LMAO Me and my best friend were going to quit school in the 7th grade and find a way to dance for him .. My mom was like "That is stupid!! You don't even know if his career is going to last and I am not even allowing that anyway!!
3) Being a transformer lmao When I was a little boy I used to pretend that I was and I'd make the noises and everything
Three Things That I Want To Do Before I Die:
1) Shoot for a fashion magazine
2) Leave my impression on the world, family and friends / Contribute to the goodness of the world
3) Travel to every beautiful place that there is to see ..
I don't tag people but I will say this .. If it strikes you to do one I'd LOVE IT!! lol
The monstrosity that is the Cathedral Lanes Shopping Mall obliterating the view of St Michael's and Holy Trinity Spires.
The male Three-wattled Bellbird has a white head, chestnut body, and three long, obvious, blackish-grey wattles at the base of the bill. The female is much more nondescript, lacking the distinct wattles and is yellowish-green overall. Found in high mountain forests, this species is a pronounced altitudinal migrant, wintering in lowland forests. Although silent throughout most of the year, from March through June males of this species give a remarkable, far-carrying “boi-nng,” call from an exposed perch that has been the subject of many studies on vocal communication. Even though this species is known for its loud, piercing call, it is easily overlooked when silent. Only recorded feeding on fruits, the Three-wattled Bellbird may forage by aerial sally or while perched. This species has a restricted range and a small population size of less than 20,000 individuals, which is believed to be declining; due to these factors, the Three-wattled Bellbird has been listed as vulnerable on the IUCN watchlist.
A moment of stillness in a universe of chaos. The Three-Body Problem tells us that stability is an illusion—every system is one small perturbation away from unpredictability.
Part of the wonderful display in the Lindt chocolate museum in Cologne.
The Sarotti-Moor (or mohr in German as seen on the centre figure) is the trademark of a major chocolate brand in Germany. The Sarotti-Moor was apparently first seen in 1918 but would now be considered distinctly non-PC!