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In use.
Photo: Marion Hall who writes:
On the right is the 17th century one up, one down cottage, the ground floor room of which now forms the meeting house lobby. The wall, which once divided the cottage from the adjoining *thatched barn, was replaced by shutters in 1701 and 1709, these are used to extend the meeting area for weddings and funerals. It seems not to have been a division between men and women - I asked Wendy Gwatkin, the warden, about this. The upper room of the cottage was used by women for their business meetings though, and is now an upper gallery.
last day to write that story..
but I made time to write love on my arms. :)
i know this picture's kinda dumb but hey the lighting was slightly tight.
so today as I finished up this story, (after I did school) I got so depressed. it was terrible. my story is really sad. and I LOVE writing sad stuff, it's just easiest and honestly really fun. but it started really getting to me and people started talking to me and I was being mean because I was seriously in a bad mood because of it! it was crazy. I was just depressed all afternoon. but hey, I finished it! and it's coming to my blog very soon. :) so after typing my fingers off, I went to youth group. it was gooood. we're doing this series called, "Wednesday Night Lights" (we do it every year about this time) it's where each grade is in charge of the whole night. but this year they paired us up with different grades. like, tonight was 10th grade guys, 7th grade, and 9th grade. it was great.
after youth I went home and finished the story. finally.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PSQ6JALkZs heard this song on the way to church.
I don't know if anyone ever reads my descriptions, but I write them anyway, so there!!
Was out today (August 20th 2021) on a forced vacation day, from 9:30AM til' almost 4PM. 80F today but it felt like 100F. This is a very active line and I probably flicked 20 freights today. 750+ flicks. By the time I get rid of a few duplicates, and bad ones, I'm guessing it'll be about 700 +/-. 700 to straighten, fix any color issues, upload, and also ID the writers. It's lots of time and as you can imagine, it's a lot of work, but so far it's been fun. I'm trying to not rush myself to post before I'm ready. I already have the flicks, and they're timeless. So getting them posted ASAP!!!!!! is not really my concern. Duh..
Had an interesting interaction with a guy while out there. Guy with backpack had walked back and forth across the tracks a few times. The lat time I saw him he was on the other side of a set, about 100 yards away. Next thing you know he's coming closer..... Closer..... And I'm like WTF? I'm way out here minding my own business. He walks within' like 10 ft. of me and I say "How ya' doin'?" he says something, and then says "Trains?" and I say "Yep." and he says "Oh.." and walks away. I think he was feelin' me out, as there's a small population of people who's homes are shall I say, mobile. I've talked to a few of them, and have never had a bad interaction, I just don't like people walkin' up on me when I'm trying to get away from the rest of the world out by the tracks. I go out there to get away from people, not to interact.
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I follow some other amazing photographers on flickr, but for this I will talk about the ones who flick the freights. There are a few that I really love. Some it's because of the great locations they shoot at, and others it's the amazing little details they manage to capture. For me (right now) I don't have the luxury of walking the lines and seeing pieces static. 99.999% of my flicks the freight is rolling by at 10-50 mph and sometimes I don't really even know what I have until I get home, dump the memory cards and go through the photos. Because of this, most of my flicks are just straight on shots and documenting what I saw and where. I saw this freight here, on this date, here's what was on it, and i captured it. Buffed or scraped next week, well I have it on "film" for future generations (sounds corny, I know). There are times when a freight will stop in-front of me, and I'll walk up and get some shots of monikers, but it's rare.
Obviously in any area there are sidings where freights park for extended periods, I know a few spots, but as I get older, and older, do I really want to leave my car parked on the side of the road and walk 2 miles to capture some little details I might normally miss? I'd love to, but it's just not practical for me at this time, any many other people do it better than I could. Retirement is getting closer every day, maybe then, when my weekdays are free. :-)
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During the Covid lockdown, I was working from home, and I was getting out benching like 2 & 3 times a month. Back at work, I'm lucky to have the energy to get out once a month. Every time I do manage to get out, I come home and my batteries feel re-charged. It's been so f-ing hot here in SoCal though, I can't wait for cooler weather and some clouds in the sky.
As always, thanks to the writers!
To see the rest of my freight graffiti flicks click here:
www.flickr.com/photos/siamesepuppy/collections/7215771678...
For freight graffiti slideshows/videos hit up my YouTube channel here: www.youtube.com/SilenceSeven
There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
"Esse teu olhar
Quando encontra o meu
Fala de umas coisas que eu não posso acreditar...
Doce é sonhar, é pensar que você,
Gosta de mim, como eu de você...
Mas a ilusão,
Quando se desfaz,
Dói no coração de quem sonhou,
Sonhou demais...
Ah, se eu pudesse entender,
O que dizem os seus olhos."
"Write for Rights": On the final day of State Radio's European Tour, members of the band and Amnesty International joined up to Write for Rights in Berlin! (Haus der Demokratie und Menschenrechte, Berlin, 15.3.2013), Foto: Ralf Rebmann
The first publication of the Craigmillar Archives Trust.
Poetry by Heather Turner, Craigmillar born and bred winner of the Craigmillar Cup 2013
Beginning on the evening of Wednesday, Feb. 25, 2015, three teams of Northwest theater students were given the task of producing a short play. The show needed to be based on the theme of "lost and found" and incorporate a person, place and thing that each team drew from a bucket. The teams had 24 hours to brainstorm, write, rehearse and prepare the play, which was staged for a live audience Thursday, Feb. 26, 2015. (Photo by Darren Whitley/Northwest Missouri State University) DW1_3670
A day packed with stuff!
Almost so packed there wasn't time to write the previous day's blog.
Up at half five for coffee, finish the shopping list so to be ready for the gym at ten to seven.
The port is quiet now we're into the tail end of September, so no traffic on the A2, we arrive at the sports centre as the doors open, with most going to the pool, as usual.
We do 40 minutes, then with time already against us, we leave to drive to Tesco, where the renovation is complete, but many items are had to find.
We're out by half eight. Back home to put the shopping away and have breakfast.
We lollygag a tad to much, so suddenly it was five to ten, and our first appointment of the day.
Dover has had a lot of history. And a lot of military history. Not only is there the Castle, Western Heights, The Citadel, there is another fortress, on the other side of the road form the Castle, Fort Burgoyne.
Once surrounded by an Army camp, that has now been raised, or the buildings have, and now just the flattened land showing where one guardrooms, barracks and messes once were.
Beyond that is another of Palmerstone's Follies: Fort Bergoyne.
The Fort is now closed most of the time, but on heritage weekend, it was open from ten to four, so another part of the town's history will be open for us to explore.
We drive along to the Castle, then turn right up on the Guston Road, and for once, the gates to the former camp were open, and signs pointing to the car park.
We go in.
Up the main drag, and on both sides only hints now where buildings once were, all ripe for construction of yet more homes.
We park, are welcomed, then walk to the bridge over the moat, or defensive ditch.
In front of us is the parade ground, and behind that, rows of semi-circular brick-arched buildings, which was the fort itself, and the officer's mess. Below were the junior rank's accommodation and kitchens, wine cellars and so on.
We take shots along the front of the fort, then explore the passageways through it, before taking the steps to the carponiers.
Its all in pretty good condition, though steps were crumbling in places.
Firing portals have mostly been bricked up, but it would have bristled with guns and artillery, but we were to see, even more so above.
Back to the surface, and up the slope leading to the upper levels.
Like Western Heights, this was designed not to be visible from the sea, all that gives it away are the plethora of chimneys and mounds hiding the heavy gun positions.
A good selection of wildflowers too, but most had gone to seed. I ID some, and snap others.
We had come to the end of the battlements, so down the slope and back to the car.
We had two hours back home to fill before we would be off out again, and thankfully football came to fill it, even if I wouldn't see the end of the Spurs v Villa game, though for two teams that had one goal all season between them, it was an entertaining game with Spurs missing chance after chance, mainly thanks to the Villa keeper.
Then in the second half, Villa sore. Score again. And score again. Spurs had a goal chalked off for offside. Then after we had left the house, Spurs score their first two goals of the season, though not enough to get a point.
We were driving back to the Romney Marsh, as the unique belltower of St Augustine in Brookland was open for just an hour from three.
To Hythe, then Dymchurch, New Romney, before out across the marsh itself almost to the border with Sussex, and the last town in Kent before you reach Rye is Brookland.
OK, its a village. Not a town.
And the church, which has much of interest, also has the triple "candlesnuff" belltower, built of wood beside, so not to sink into the soft ground.
Probably.
I have been here maybe a dozen times, and the tower has never been open, until today.
We park, and see that the door to the tower was open, the doorway, five feet high, had a sign saying to mind you head. Needless to say I hit my head, once inside we find a circle of chairs, and the vicar explaining to half a dozen visitors the history of the tower.
Began as a open-sided structure, with four huge oak columns at each corner, the oldest dates from the mid-13th century. The walls were added, and the roofs of the candle snuffs added too.
Sadly, there is a platform below the bells, so you can't see all the way up to the chamber, but its an impressive space, with ancient wooden beams, some repurposed timbers from ships, criss-crossing to add strength.
I thanked the vicar, and we bid her farewell, walked back to the car for the drive home.
On the radio, Brighton were running rings round Arsenal, and were to score three goals.
We came back the same way, thus avoiding the traffic hellhole that is Ashford.
We got back at ten to five, just time to start cooking.
I rustle up a tagine, boil some rice, and in half an hour went from being behind schedule, to ahead.
I had a beer to celebrate.
Ange and Sean arrived just before six. I opened a bottle of the fancy vintage Burgundy I bought in that France, and we toasted all of us.
After a starter of rolled salami wrapped in cheese, i warmed the tagine, boiled corn, and dished up.
Sean and I drained one bottle of red, then started and finished on the one he brought.
The evening grew old, and the port was opened.
Oh dear.
At some point, Sean was poured into the car, and Ange drove them home.
Time for bed.
Featured image for January's newsletter (collect.readwriterespond.com/read-write-respond-037/), including a background image by JustLego101