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Freibad in Friedrichstadt an der Treene
Der Sprungturm hat schon bessere Zeiten gesehen.
Open air bath in Friedrichstadt
Land's End is a very special part of Cornwall, where away from the tourist spots little changes, and a bewitching sense of timeless charm slows time to a snail's pace. We have a book called Classic Walks Cornwall, from which we chose the circular walk starting from the Logan's Rock Inn, to Penberth Cove, along the (rather muddy) coast path, pausing above the beautiful white sand beach at Porthcurno for a picnic before crossing to the Minack Theatre, visiting the Church at St Levan, before making our way back across fields to Treen. Along the way we saw honesty, primroses, violets, bluebells and celandines. Apart from a short rain shower the sun was out, the gorse in flower, and it was a beautiful spring day.
I wouldn't recommend taking photo's at the side of a cliff when it's pitch black! I must be mad, but I live in a heavily light polluted area, so when a trip to Cornwall coincided with new moon, I had to give this a try.
Operator: First South West Ltd
Fleet Number: 32202
Registration: MIG8433 (LT52WTG)
Body/Chassis: Volvo B7TL Plaxton President
Chassis No: YV3S2G5192A002289
Seating: PO42/27F
New: October 2002
Ex: First Eastern Counties Buses Ltd
Livery: Kernow Atlantic Coasters
Date: Thursday 8th June 2017
Location: B3306, Treen
Route: A3 (Land's End)
This was found at a jumble sale in Norfolk about 40 years ago. We have no idea what it was for. It's about 18" long and flattens into a blade. It's made of a light weight wood and is beautifully varnished. Speculation welcomed!
We're Here: Nifty and Thrifty
it's not entirely pleasant
without getting too graphic, it's like leftover pancake batter that's been sitting on the counter for over an hour
One time London Central AVL24 has an interesting history, and is a remarkable survivor in everyday (albeit seasonal) service. It’s usual haunt is the Lands End Coaster service connecting Penzance, Lands End and St Ives with many coastal settlements in between. In slightly unusual overcast conditions, it’s pictured here at Treen, about half way around the Penzance to Lands End portion of the 3h45 marathon. For the record it wasn’t suffering from the dreaded fan roar that many Volvo B7TLs often do ! At the time, the first few of the next generation of buses for the service were entering service, in the shape of 9 ex Metroline VWs, though they were seemingly proving problematic with electrical issues.
Die Stadt Friedrichstadt liegt zwischen den Flüssen Eider und Treene im Kreis Nordfriesland in Schleswig-Holstein.
Friedrichstadt wurde 1621 durch den gottorfschen Herzog Friedrich III. gegründet und ist heute ein hochrangiges Kulturdenkmal.
Herzog Friedrich III. zielte auf die Errichtung einer Handelsmetropole und holte dazu niederländische Bürger, besonders die verfolgten Remonstranten, an den Ort und gewährte ihnen Religionsfreiheit.
Infolge dieser Maßnahme siedelten sich auch Mitglieder vieler anderer Religionsgemeinschaften in Friedrichstadt an, so dass der Ort als „Stadt der Toleranz“ galt. Heute sind noch fünf Religionsgemeinschaften aktiv.
Die Bauten der niederländischen Backsteinrenaissance und Grachten prägen das Stadtbild des heute vor allem vom Tourismus lebenden Städtchens mit knapp 2.500 Einwohnern.
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Das Naturschutzgebiet Sorgwohld beinhaltet das grösste geschlossene Binnendünengebiet Schleswig-Holsteins.
Logan Rock, Pednvounder, Porthcurno. Panorama constructed from 8 portrait style images, stitched together in Microsoft ICE.
Taken in Porthcurno from the South West Coast Path, on the 25/07/2014 at 13:36:57Hrs using a Nikon D300s camera with a Tamron AF70-300mm F4-5.6 Di LD MACRO 1:2 lens + a 62mm HOYA HMC UV(c) filter
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I don't know who to credit this to, but it is a piece I found on www.cwmorthin.com/ I'm so glad that someone takes the trouble to record the history of these slate communities and the people who lived and worked there
The Joneses of Cwmorthin Uchaf
By far the most well-known family of the cwm and the oldest family recorded as living there, the Shon Joneses were for their time something of a legend.
Oral history, as the following article outlines, has them living there for eight centuries and their longevity is well noted. With only the odd journey out of the cwm to market or for provisions perhaps it was their isolation in a time when life expectancy was around the 40 mark that protected them. Their water would be fresh off the mountain, naturally filtered; in a very rural area such as the parish of Ffestiniog with a population of less than 1000 before 1820 transmission of disease would be limited.
The reference to the length of Jones tenancy in Cwmorthin may have originated in an early Welsh gazeteer of sorts published in 1875 called “Cymru” where the author Owen Jones relates a conversation that Sion Jones had heard his father say that his father said that the family had lived there for 800 years.
Shon Jonsiaid Cwmorthin / The Shon Jones' of Cwmorthin by Emrys Evans – translated by Catrin Roberts
published in edition No51 of the publication Llafar Gwlad in 1996
The opening of four quarries in Cwmorthin led to new houses and two chapels being built there for the quarrymen, but long before the period of the quarries there stood two farmhouses here...Cwmorthin Isa (Lower Cwmorthin) and Cwmorthin Ucha (Higher Cwmorthin).
Cwmorthin Isa and its small patches of land has long since disappeared under the slate waste tips, fortunately Cwmorthin Uchaf escaped this fate.
It lies to the right of the valley, at the foot of Allt y Ceffylau ( the steep track of the horses) built here, more likely than not, in order to make the most of the sunshine available.
It is believed that the lineage of the Shon Jones' family living at Cwmorthin goes as far back as 800 years, with the last of the Shon Jones passing away in 1863 at the grand old age of a 100. The family were renowned for members of the family living to be a hundred, the other being that the eldest son of every generation was named Shon Jones, and hence the family was always referred to as the 'Shon Jones' of Cwmorthin'.
The last of the 'Shon Jonsiaid' was a tall bony man, who bore a rural appearance as well as a rural way of life. His appearance didn't concern him in the least. He was a completely illiterate man and his whole world was his farm, the fairs he attended and how to buy and sell his sheep and cattle.
The 'Shon Jonsiaid' reared prime sheep and would drive them to Ruthin to be sold. This meant walking them all the way from Ffestiniog, and Ruthin became known by the locals as "Shon Jones' England".
With regards to raising their sheep a reflection of their good reputation may be seen when one learns of how a member of the Tan y Bwlch family, who upon insisting that nothing but the very best young animal (llwdn) would suffice for their wedding feast, purchased his animal from the Cwmorthin Ucha farm, for three shillings and a groat.
Before the slate industry came into being, those who lived in the area survived solely on what they grew or raised on the land. Very little would have been obtained for these animals.
The last Shon Jones to live in the valley said that his father, who had some very good 'Speckled Hens'(Frech) about a year and half old, tried to charge the young summer shepherd boy, half a guinea for one of them. The young lad discussed this offer with his own father, who then went up to see Shon Jones and turned down the offer, it being much too expensive.
Even as the last of the Shon Jones' got too old to care for his sheep, he would still visit the sheep pen when the time came for shearing. Saying "Cheap for the good, cheap for the good" on the way towards the pens, and "May God be with them, may God be with them" as he left.
Locally it is believed that the first clock in North Wales was the one that arrived at Cwmorthin Ucha farm.
Whether or not this is true, it did cause much excitement.
People came from all over the local area to see this wonder. It is hard for us to imagine nowadays what this would have meant to them, we have grown so used to clocks and watches etc wherever we go.
Shon Jones felt that the children had been honoured to be a part of this experience.
On the day after the clock was installed in the kitchen he was asked by his son if he liked it. The reply was "Indeed I do not. This is the most noisy creature I've ever heard. It has been noisy all night long, not stopping for a single minute"!
A week later the man who had installed the clock called at the farm to check that it was keeping the correct time and to wind up the mechanism. Whilst he was attending to the clock, Shon Jones asked his wife what the man was up to.
"Well making it go" she replied,
"Where to?" asked Shon,
"Well Shon dear, don't you understand?" the elderly lady said "It’s going to keep the time", "Oh! oh!" said Shon.
A while later the clockmaker had finished with the clock and said
"There you go Shon Jones, it's fine now, but don't be surprised when it warns you".
The elderly Shon got a bit perplexed
"Warn indeed" he said "Warn who indeed. No one in this family has ever been warned in this place before! What will something like this be warning us here of I wonder?" The clockmaker reassured Shon Jones that he and his family were in no danger if the clock warned them - it was just that the clock would 'warn' them before striking the hour.
Over a period of time, Shon Jones and the clock came to an understanding, although one must admit that Shon Jones never fully understood the clocks movements in its entirety but the conversation, whoever he met, would always be turned to the clock.
Once he was asked what the time was, he entered his house to have a look, and the reply that came was "It isn't ", "How is that?" asked his companion.... "Well" he said "they told me that on the clock there is nothing more than twelve o'clock and nothing less than one o'clock, and both hands are between twelve and one, hence we have no time at all."
Once, when Shon Jones and his brother walked over to the Llanrwst fair, there being no other means of transport in those days, Shon Jones asked a neighbour how many miles it was over to Llanrwst. "14 miles" came the reply.
"Come on then Harri" said Shon Jones "Just seven miles each!".
Shon Jones had another brother called Dici, who was not as sensible as most of us. When they went to the Llan Ffestiniog fair, Dici , almost without exception, would start arguing and inevitably fighting with someone, and Shon Jones would be pulled into the incident. Often they would be followed out of the village by their opponents as far as Pen y Cefn, about two miles away from their home, where those who followed them would turn back home and the trouble would have come to its end until the following year.
Once when the two were walking back from the fair, past Tanygrisiau farm , their aunt : Catrin Cadwaladr, saw them and asked Dici if he had had a lot to drink, and if he'd been fighting.
"Well yes" he replied " I drank as much as the largest bowl in your house, but with regards to the fight I got into, there's no danger of the law getting involved, I hit him ...but not with a closed fist"
Later on in his life Dici took to gathering knives of all kinds and sizes, and had a chest full of them when he died. He married late on in his life, but the marriage didn't last very long. His wife took up with another man and they moved away to England to live.
Dici picked one of his knives and went after them in the hope of bringing his wife back and killing the man. Unfortunately for Dici he soon ran out of money and had to take on some work corn thrashing for a short while before making his way home. Upon his return home Cadwaladr Owen of Glan'r'Afon Ddu asked him how things went for him on his journey to England.
"I'm embarrassed to say" came the reply " I worked with the two wooden halfs and I shan't go thrashing with it again no matter what this old world will bring me, it would come over from this side and the other and hit me on the head each time!".
It's no wonder, even though it was a popular mean of threshing at this time, that Dici didn't know how to use the ffust [flails](or the two wooden halfs as he called them), as their means of threshing at Cwmorthin Ucha farm was to thresh what little oats they grew on the old potato strips next to the lake, using washing boards against their barn door.
Seeing how the last of the Shon Jones' lived to be a hundred, and his father before him the same bar five years, he had up to about two hundred years of memory all told.
His way when reminiscing was to say "I remember my Father saying, having heard my Grandfather say...." and then carrying on relating the memory. Some of these memories gave an insight into their lives back then. He once said "I remember my Father saying, having heard my Grandfather say, that a gentleman lived at Tan y Bwlch (now Plas Tan y Bwlch, Maentwrog), and that one Sabbath day morning he'd asked his servant to go to the Llan church to see if he could spot the Rhiwbryfdir man, and tell him to bring him some money the following week. Upon the servants return the he was asked what the reply was. The servant said 'He said that he had no money and that you must come over to fetch some of the animals that he has there if you want something for your land.'
'That won't do 'said the gentleman, 'Go there again and tell him that he must try and get some money together for me. I want 17 shillings to go to London next week'. "
Another time there were a couple of men making their way through Cwmorthin heading towards Croesor and Nanmor to the west, one of them had a letter to give to someone in Beddgelert.
Shon Jones saw them and then saw one of them turning back. His companion went over to talk to Shon Jones whilst he waited for him. Shon Jones enquired as to the reason why the man, known as Huw, had turned around and gone back the other way.
His response to this was "Heavens above! There is such a fuss with things like this! I remember a time when there only three people who could even do a letter in our parish - Hwmffra Bwmffra, from Glan y Pwll , someone over at Plas Meini, and William Dafis, John Dafis' son, from Cae'r Blaidd."
The Shon Jonsiaid' of Cwmorthin came to the end of their lineage when the last Shon Jones died in 1863. The valley lost its King, and this was how Shon Jones saw himself. Quarry men lived here for a while before they all moved away and Cwmorthin Ucha was left to become a ruin along with the quarry buildings.
Descendants of Shon Jones have been traced to Australia. I wonder what Shon would say!
Tönning liegt in der Eider-Treene-Niederung direkt am Ufer der Eider, dem nach der Elbe größten Fluss in Schleswig-Holstein.
In der Eider-Treene-Sorge Niederung, kurz ETS genannt, durchströmen die drei Flüsse, Eider, Treene und Sorge eine weite, marschähnliche Landschaft, welche durch ihre atemberaubende Weite eine ganz besondere Magie entfaltet, welche sich allerdings nicht auf dem ersten Blick erschliesst. Es braucht Zeit, diese strukturarme Landschaft zu erschliessen, mit ihrer beindruckenden Vogelvielfalt und Erlebnisdichte. Ob es jubelnde Lerchen sind, oder zigtausende Gänse, genauso wie Kranich und Singschwäne, welche auf ihrem Zug nach Norden oder zurück, zu Zehntausenden die Landschaft mit ihren wilden Rufen füllen oder den Himmel verdunkelnde Staren Schwärme, die ihre betörenden Strudel tanzen. Es ist unmöglich, sich nicht faszinieren zu lassen in dem Gefühl: Genauso wirkte und klang die Welt hier bereits vor tausenden von Jahren.
Die Treene beim Wilden Moor
Eider-Treene-Sorge-Flusslandschaft: Die drei namengebenden Flüsse Eider, Treene und Sorge bilden das größte zusammenhängende Fluss- und Niederungsgebiet Schleswig-Holsteins.
(Eider-Treene-Sorge-River-Landscape: De tre eponyme floder, Eider Treene og Sorge de danner det storste sammenhaengende flod og lavland omrade Schleswig-Holsteins.)
It's very difficult to get up early in the morning and get that golden light, that magical moment ! Here i was lucky enough to get a glimpse of it just striking the peak ...
In der Eider-Treene-Sorge Niederung, kurz ETS genannt, durchströmen die drei Flüsse, Eider, Treene und Sorge eine weite, marschähnliche Landschaft, welche durch ihre atemberaubende Weite eine ganz besondere Magie entfaltet, welche sich allerdings nicht auf dem ersten Blick erschliesst. Es braucht Zeit, diese strukturarme Landschaft zu erschliessen, mit ihrer beindruckenden Vogelvielfalt und Erlebnisdichte. Ob es jubelnde Lerchen sind, oder zigtausende Gänse, genauso wie Kranich und Singschwäne, welche auf ihrem Zug nach Norden oder zurück, zu Zehntausenden die Landschaft mit ihren wilden Rufen füllen oder den Himmel verdunkelnde Staren Schwärme, die ihre betörenden Strudel tanzen. Es ist unmöglich, sich nicht faszinieren zu lassen in dem Gefühl: Genauso wirkte und klang die Welt hier bereits vor tausenden von Jahren.
Stonechat (Saxicola torquata), female. Treen Cliff, above Pedn Vounder, west Cornwall. April 26, 2024.
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The Tour of Britain cycle race began at Penzance, Cornwall, passing the end of our lane at 11.40am. This was the main group - there were 109 cyclists in all and at least twice that number of police and event motorcyclists and support cars. It felt more like a rally than a cycle race. I always thought cycling was a green sport, but this event must have produced a fair amount of carbon!
Normal horizontal shot taken on 07/05/2011 at 1224Hrs.
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