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Pair of Wright Eclipse Gemini bodied Volvo B9TLs at Lawrence Hill depot...WX09 KCK 37771 and WX58 JYO 37627 together on 2nd June 2018.
Mainly or exclusively used for the TF two-speed fixed hub, in production from 1933-1942. Maybe used for the TC (1936-42) also, although I have seen a 2-speed trigger for this hub.
The station clock at the Manchester Central Conference Centre. The Centre was built as a Manchester Central station in 1880 as the terminus for services from London. It was closed in 1969 and became derelict before being rennovated as a conference and concert venue (known as G-Mex) in 1982. Having again been superseeded by the opening of the Manchester Arena in 1995, it was again renovated and opened as Manchester Central in 2007. The roof is the second widest unsupported iron arch in Britain after St Pancras in London. Through the window is the Midland Hotel
31/10/2021. Rome, Italy. Prime Minister Boris Johnson attends the G20 Summit-Day Two. HRH The Prince of Wales during his speech to members of the G20 on day two of the Summit in Rome. Picture by Andrew Parsons / No 10 Downing Street
On reverse:
Emma Stevens Lane Wood
On one sunday
afternoon
We were so happy
talking about our old sweethearts 1910
In the uncut version the playin has a longer version of the two Champions playing golf, in the internet version, the golf shot is cut down and a chunk of playin from episode six has been added.
The Champions.
UK TV series from the mid 1960s
These bells were in our grandmother's home and my sister has them now. When I see them I remember looking at them through the eyes of a young child. My mother always called them "Cairo Bells", and my grandmother obtained them on a trip she took in the 1950s. It seems they may more likely be from India, and she did travel extensively, so perhaps our family called them by an erroneous name. My parents had a bell like the smaller of these two, which I have now.
March 5, 2014.
IMG_3590
METX MP36PH-3C #410 leads a short two-car train past 16th headed towards LSS, possibly an extra set. One of the wrapped bi-levels leads.
Two unidentified children photographed by Carl Leibinger of Hunter Street, Newcastle, NSW, after 1879.
What does the child on the left have in its right hand? The other kid appears to be holding a riding crop.
Two scary halloween monsters locked in a staring competition... Will it be Zombie Jesus or the Devil Woman who comes out on top?
- www.kevin-palmer.com - Off the east coast of Santa Cruz Island, we came across a pair of gray whales spouting off. Island Packers always stops for wildlife encounters like this.
Taken with a Zodiak 30mm fisheye lens on the Pentacon Six camera that I previously used in week 213 of my 52 film cameras in 52 weeks project:
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Expired Fuji Velvia ISO100 slide film, cross-processed in the Tetenal C41 kit.
Two Rivers Police Department
Manitowoc County, Wisconsin
August 2017
Photo by Asher Heimermann/Incident Response
In a clear glass globe on a glass dish - It is made of cobalt blue and crystal clear glass. Someone didn't want it so they took it to Kent Recycle Center in Carmel, New York and it can be yours free!
Two AEC Reliances from the Starr, Anston (SY) fleet seen here in Scarborough during 1989. BGY 582T had been new to National Travel London whilst YPP 318S had started life with Horlocks of Northfleet.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
- Rumi
This is a litter of labradoodles....a cross between a labrador and a poodle! The local vet who is a friend of ours, coordinates and supervises the Groodle breeding program where families enjoy breeding pups and all proceeds from the sale of pups are donated to the Timor Children Project. The East Timor Children’s Foundation provides secondary and tertiary scholarships for poor students to train as teachers, doctors, priests and carpenters etc. Since 2010, Springfield District Vets has donated $57,000 to the Timor Children Project!
Lt. Governor Boyd K. Rutherford attends Two Generation meeting by Tom Nappi at Crownsville, Maryland
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All Saints, North Runcton, Norfolk
It was a gloomy morning, and the parish of North Runcton was not about to lighten the mood. The church is one of East Anglia's few 18th Century rebuilds, and it is set beside a polite, pretty village green with houses for company. There is no reason on God's earth why the church can't be open during the day, except that this is part of the Middlewinch benefice of churches, for whom welcoming the stranger within the gate or giving hospitality to pilgrims thereby entertaining angels unawares is just something some bloke talked about in the Bible.
There isn't a keyholder notice, but there is one of those efficient lists of telephone numbers churches put up nowadays in case of a gas leak or an earthquake or the like, so John and I stood in the rain ringing them, one by one. Eventually a posh lady answered. Yes, she was the keyholder. No, she couldn't bring the key to the church, and the reason for this was quite extraordinary. It was because I was a man. They didn't bring the key to the church if a man rang unless they were accompanied by someone, and as she was on her own she couldn't do that. She suggested I ring another number, a man, the churchwarden.
His wife answered. She was much less pompous than the first keyholder, but her husband was out, he wouldn't be back till that evening, and no she couldn't bring the key to the church because...
The third keyholder was out, but in any case she was also a woman, so there probably wasn't much point in ringing her. In visits to more than 3,000 English churches over the last twenty years I have only been refused admittance to a church twice before. So, seething quietly inside, we shook the dust (well, mud) of North Runcton from our feet and headed on. By the time we reached the road to Grimston, the sun had come out.
Our route during the day took us northwards and then back down towards Downham Market in a long loop. By mid-afternoon we were approaching North Runcton again, so I gave the churchwarden another ring, just in case he'd returned home early. No such luck. I tried the keyholder who'd been out earlier - still out. So I made one final, desperate attempt to convince the first keyholder.
She didn't seem terribly happy that I'd rung back, and went through the same formulation as before as if she was reading it off of a card. So I suggested that we might come to her house and borrow the key. Well, she actually scoffed. She made it very clear that churches do NOT give out their keys to strangers whom they know nothing about. This was news to me, as not twenty minutes before a kind man at Roydon, who I'd never met before and who didn't know me from Adam, had entrusted me with the key to his church. Indeed, I've borrowed hundreds of keys over the years to see inside churches. But I didn't say any of this because she was beginning to make me feel very small indeed. I let her remind me of the moral of this tale, that I should have rung in advance before I'd set off (but where would I have found the number?), and then I ended the call.
Now, it may well be that North Runcton is a thriving parish, and this church is packed to the gunwales three times every Sunday. Perhaps they actually don't need to be open as an act of witness to strangers, pilgrims and those with a thirst for a sense of the spiritual. Indeed, perhaps they have no room to welcome the tax collectors and sinners who might respond to the sense of the numinous they'd find by wandering into this building on their own, on a weekday. Perhaps they actually do need to keep people out.
But I suspect that this isn't so. The great majority of Norfolk's medieval churches are open to visitors every day. The Church of England knows the power of an open church, knows that it is its greatest act of witness, and in any case works very hard in this county ministering to all its people, churchgoers or not. But there are still pockets of Norfolk where the buildings are kept locked from one end of the week to the next, where the risk of Faith that an open door represents is not taken.
Instead, such benefices open their churches only for the slightly smug activities of the Sunday club, while the graveyard is left to the pagan cult of the dead, the bereaved worshipping their recent ancestors with propitiatory flowers, unable to combine this with a prayer said inside a sacred building, increasingly unaware even that this might be an appropriate thing to do.
As the years go by, the congregation gets smaller, and older, and less welcoming to strangers, hanging on to the rituals that comfort them but which otherwise serve no community devotional purpose, and are no means for sharing the faith and love and life of the parish. The building is used less and less often, eventually being abandoned altogether by people who, no doubt, bemoan the decline and fall of their congregation and shake their heads gravely at the immorality of the young of today, their lack of respect and belief.
And yet, they have not even once taken the risk of letting themselves be found by us, the strangers wondering at the God-shaped hole within ourselves, surprising a hunger to be more serious, and gravitating with it to this ground.
I may well yet be told that the parish of North Runcton is not at all like this. But I expect that it probably is. I am in my fifties now, but when I come to places like North Runcton I feel that I will live to see the last days of the Church of England. I was briefly taken with an apocalyptic vision of the Diocese of Norwich, or anyone else with an interest in the survival of the good old CofE, hastening to places like this, pitchforks in hand, to drive out the current regime, to open the doors and windows of the church and let the air and light in.