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livesunique · 2 months
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Hertford House, Manchester Square, London, United Kingdom,
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mypepemateosus · 2 months
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ernestdescalsartwok · 6 months
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COFFE SHOP-MUSEUM-WALLACE COLLECTION-DETAIL-PAINTINGS-LONDON-CHARACTERS-PINTURA-LONDRES-DETALLES-ARTISTA-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS- por Ernest Descals Por Flickr: COFFE SHOP-MUSEUM-WALLACE COLLECTION-DETAIL-PAINTINGS-LONDON-CHARACTERS-PINTURA-LONDRES-DETALLES-ARTISTA-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS- Eb la pintura de la Cafetería en el Museo WALLACE COLLECTION he pintado varios personajes que interactúan entre ellos, aquí muestro un detalle de la obra con un conjunto de personas sentados en las mesas en el patio del Hertford House, grafismos y manchas forman la escena de la vida cotidiana en sus vivitas a los museos de la ciudad de LONDRES.
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quietparanoiac · 2 years
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Somerset sending his son to reassure people be like:
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afotw · 2 years
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funkyllama · 9 months
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"The Presentation of Prince Lenerd,"
Was a grand occasion befitting that of an Ionian Monarch's intended heir. The ceremony began with a procession of the child's Godparents, and of course, the baby-of-the-hour. Crown Princess Rosalind of Armorica had the great honor of escorting the Prince into the Grand Throne Room of Wittmund Palace, alongside Godfather: Emperor Napoléon V. Behind them in procession were the Count and Countess Hertford, Prince Michael, the Duke of Exeter and Princess Jacqueline of Marseille. While listening to the words of choice speakers, it was the Emperor who held, and entertained, the now three month old Prince of the Ionian Union. As Prince Lenerd has no recognized second parent, his second cousin and Godfather, the Count Hertford (with the Countess at his side) held him as he was introduced to his Mother and Monarch, Viviana II. Our beloved monach gladly accepted the Prince into the Royal House of Rodchester, and as the sole elligible heir to the Ionian Union.
Last / Beginning / Next @armoricaroyalty @empiredesimparte @sosa-royals @royalhouseofcarrington and @officalroyalsofpierreland thank you for attending <3
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“Oh God, make me good, but not yet.” (Evelyn Waugh)
Considered one of the great prose stylists of the the 20th century, Arthur Evelyn St. John Waugh (St. John being usually pronounced: Sinjun; 28 October 1903 – 10 April 1966), was an English writer of novels, biographies and travel books.
It was initially assumed that Evelyn would follow the family tradition and go to Sherborne School. But his elder brother, Alexander (known to everyone as Alec), who was himself at Sherborne, was asked to leave after a homosexual relationship came to light in 1915.
Instead, Evelyn was sent to Lancing College; completing his education at Hertford College, Oxford. And it was whilst at Oxford that he became friends with Sir John Betjeman, who famously brought his teddy bear, Archibald Ormsby-Gore (known to everyone as Archie), up to Magdalen with him; the memory of which inspired Evelyn to include Sebastian Flyte's teddy, Aloysius, in Brideshead Revisited.
As a young man, Evelyn acquired many fashionable and aristocratic friends and developed a taste for country-house society. His most famous works, including: 'Decline and Fall' (1928), 'A Handful of Dust' (1934), 'Brideshead Revisited' (1945), and the Second World War trilogy 'Sword of Honour' (1952–61).
For the serious devotees of Tradition: Archibald Ormsby-Gore was in Sir John Betjeman 's arms when he died. Archie now resides in St Pancras Railway Station, the home of Sir John Betjeman's statue. Sir John himself rests at the church of St Endoc, to the south of Trebetherick, in Cornwall. Evelyn Waugh rests at the church of St Peter and St Paul, Combe Florey, in Somerset.
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lailoken · 1 year
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'The Wishing Well'
"Whilst rites of healing and divination appear to have been the most widely employed forms of popular well magic, the act of wishing has today surpassed all other magical uses for wells. The magical wishing well has become archetypal, and is perhaps the reason why so many wells, real or artificial, and ornamental fountains and pools attract habitual and instinctual offerings of coin. Wishing; essentially a simple and general form of spell casting, is however an old and traditional aspect of well magic, with a varied set of rituals.
As with other matters of well magic, the offering of pins was required by the spirits of some wells in order for the spell of wishing to have efficacy.
That the agency of spirits was believed to be central to such procedures is confirmed in the wishing wells named after the faery folk. The beautiful little Fairy Well, situated high within a cliff overlooking Cornwall's Carbis Bay is regarded still as a potent wishing well. Here the wish must be spoken aloud to the spirits and accompanied by the offering of a crooked pin. Another Cornish wishing well in a rather extraordinary setting is the Giant's Well on St Michael's Mount where pins were offered as wishers were made.
Not far from St Austell the spirits of Menacuddle Well, inhabiting an enchanting moss-covered well house, would grant wishing in exchange for a crooked pin. Here, the well pilgrim might see the well's previously-offered pins arise to greet the newly offered pin on its descent.
The practice was not of course isolated to Cornwall and appears to have been particularly common at wells throughout the North of England. At the North Yorkshire well of St John, Mount Grace Priory, those seeking to make a wish must float a pin upon the water by sticking it first through an ivy leaf."
Other offerings to please were made during acts of wishing, however, at St Faith's Well, Hertford in the 17th century, such rites were overseen by a priest who it was believed possessed the power, via the well, to either grant or deny wishes. If the priest was pleased with the offering, the object placed in the well would float and the wish would be granted. If dissatisfied however, he would cause the object to sink thus denying the petitioner that which they wish for.
Pebbles would be offered in wishing rites at St Anne's Well, Trellech, Monmouthshire, which also had a divinatory element. Following the offering of a pebble, the spirit of the well would indicate the result via bubbles. Many bubbles indicated the wish had been granted, few bubbles meant that there would be a delay, but if no bubbles appeared, the petition had failed.
Offerings however were not required at all wells. In the Quantock Hills, one might conduct a simple wishing rite by visiting a spring under the cover of night. There one should whisper that which is desired three times before making a 'criss-cross' sign above the water. In performing this rite, the wish is always granted, but, we are warned, not always in a way the petitioner would like.
Drinking the water was a requisite feature of some wishing rites at wells. The rite to be performed at Upwey Well, Dorsetshire, requires drawing water with a glass, turning to standglass before throwing the rest back into the well over one's shoulder.
On the isle of Barra, fishermen wished for good herring catches by visiting St Clair's Well on Sundays to drink of its waters."
Wisht Waters:
Aqueous Magica and the Cult of Holy Wells
1: 'The Magic of Springs and Holy Wells'
by Gemma Gary
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scotianostra · 10 months
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On June 21st 1098 a Priory at Coldingham was founded.
Coldingham Priory was founded by Edgar, King of Scots and son of Malcolm Canmore and St Margaret, in
"gratitude to Almighty God" for recovering his kingdom from Donald Bane, his uncle, who had usurped it as his father’s death.
The first monastic community consisted of thirty Benedictine monks from Durham, and the Priory remained a ‘cell’ of Durham down to 1590. Liberally endowed from the outset by Edgar, it received many further gifts and privileges from later Scottish kings and other pious donors, until it became one of the wealthiest religious houses in Scotland. As with other religious houses, its wealth came from land ownership which brought income from timber management and from the rearing of sheep that produced wool for export.
The original church, built in Edgar’s time, was destroyed by King John of England in 1216, but was replaced by a greater and more magnificent church, which in turn was largely destroyed in 1545 during the great raid of the Earl of Hertford, which brought ruin also to the abbeys of Kelso, Dryburgh and Melrose.
The choir, however, though further damaged by forces of Oliver Cromwell in 1650, survives and constitutes the present Priory Church, although it was much changed in Victorian times, when it is assumed the freestanding arch was rebuilt.
Read the full history of the Priory here https://www.britainexpress.com/attractions.htm…
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myladygrey · 1 year
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Historians unearthed a letter, penned by the Countess of Hertford, Amelia Grey, concealed beneath the floorboards of Bradgate House. The family owning the artefact donated the letter to the British Library, now showcased beneath glass to the public. Beside its intricately etched words, is a modern translation:
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North Star,
You arrived into the world so thunderously, my heart. That very same world I welcomed you into that could not know of your first inhale. The months leading up to your birth, when I carried you swollen-wombed, was a time shrouded in that paradoxical state of fear and elation – my greatest dread and warmest blessedness, spent alone in the hushed silence concealed within the walls of Bradgate House. The only daylight I felt was filtered through iron windows, sun casting that apricot glow Bradgate toys with so well. That warm shade of sun you will grow to become, its vibrant hue dancing across my chamber’s tapestry as the hours passed in solitude. I felt your wildness, then. You would not settle for secrecy, nor anonymity. The kicks, the stubborn reminders to announce your impending fate like a tempest. You moved, and it was my solace. Even when I fell, delirious and overcome with sickness during childbirth, cared for by your lady grandmother, frightened without your father’s secure hand at my side, hazing in and out of sweats and consciousness, I dreamt of you. You pulled me through the agony and trial that threatened to consume me. How fast would you run beside your father? What would your voice sound like? His, or my own father’s depths? Who would you resemble: Seymour, Tudor, Grey? Or, would you become the best of them all, eclipsing your forefathers, and theirs, and theirs, on-and-on, embedded into your glorious soul, with the impact you would surely create from merely existing?
I heard your cries and so much of the girl in me dissolved like parchment to water - though I confess, my son, I am still naive. I am still too sheltered, retaining wonder and hope . Yet in that tender greeting, I held you, and I held the most love your father and I would ever hope to create. Your tiny hand wrapped against my finger, bound wityour father's ring as our clandestine oath, and from that moment, you stole my heart. You are a testament to our family’s destiny. Despite the battle waging in our minds over defying king and country in lieu of our hearts, you, dearest Jack, are proof of our collective strength. You are our peace.
You are growing, Jack. I am told your curls are bright, your smile infectious. I loathe darling Dottie for the privilege of witnessing the subtlest of changes. Every moment, I am with you. Every precarious step, rehearsed to appear smooth, serene, amongst the gnashing teeth of beasts at Hampton. Each day I mourn the distance between us. Each week, I hear of your wellbeing from Dottie, and your father does his best to console. But my son, so too, each night is a silent celebration, for you exist within it. You sleep peacefully, swaddled in love, padded in utmost secrecy, forever your father’s, forever mine. Our North Star. The product of a love so profound, it defeats all constraints. 
There is no greater truth, no purpose, than our family. One day, shrouded within the safety of a future when the darkness fades from our circumstance, we shall explain our tale to you properly. Until then, no distance may part us. The silence carries our love to you. 
Forever yours, in sound and silence,
Mama
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enkisstories · 6 months
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Meanwhile at the Governor's residence the highborn lord practised his violin skills in the presence of a convict employed as maid in his house, one Kara Archer, and an english fur trader by name of Ralph Camden.
Just like all colonies, Fort Detroit, too, suffered from a shortage of coin and with the local governors not being allowed to issue paper money, fur had become one of the substitute currencies. The Governor therefore considered Ralph as something akin to his banker.
As for Kara, for a person whose first reflex was to put a pistol under your nose in basically every situation, much to her new master's surprise Kara had turned out to have a pleasant personality.
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It has to be said that Todd William Seymour, 8th Earl of Hertford, had been a fearsome cavalryman in his active military time.
According to his confidates only the man's violin play was even more intimidating than his expertise in mounted combat.
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In Ralph's opinion Todd made the instrument sound like a lovesick Wolpertinger. One could probably die from listening to it for too long.
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Luther: "Pardon the interruption, but this is urgent!"
Ralph: "Ah, Sergeant, just in time to prevent a homicide."
Luther: "You or Sir Todd?"
Ralph: "I was still in the process of figuring that out."
Similar to Ralph, Luther Andronikov, too, was favored by the Governor way above his actual rank. Luther could have invited himself to Todd's chamber music hour any day, but of course at the beginning, not in the middle. If the Sergeant barged in just like this now, the news he was bringing were either extremely good or extremely bad, nothing in between.
Took me a while to decide who should play the governor, but now I haven't just filled this slot, Todd is also linked to enough other sims from my cast to make a whole government from them.
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natromanxoff · 1 year
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Hertford & District This Week- August 14, 1986
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THE BAND PLAYED ON AS YOUTH DIED FROM WOUNDS ONLY YARDS FROM FESTIVAL STAGE
[Photo caption: FREDDIE MERCURY… lead singer of Queen]
THE death of a 21-year-old Scottish rock fan cast a huge shadow over the final concert of Queen’s European tour at Knebworth on Saturday.
Three men appeared before magistrates at Stevenage, on Wednesday, charged with murdering Tom McGuigan, from Airdrie, who collapsed only yards from the group he worshipped, shortly after they appeared on stage.
But the rock stars were unaware of the tragedy as were most of the 120,000 fans that packed into the amphitheatre in the grounds of Knebworth House.
Estate manager Mr John Hoy told This Week that he was very saddened by Mr McGuigan's death which had marred the concert. "It was an isolated incident that you cannot cater for at what was an extremely well organised, and otherwise enjoyable event.”
And while he admitted that security arrangements were being looked at in light of the incident, Mr. Hoy stated that he did not think that it would preclude further music gigs being staged there.
"There were more than 600 security staff checking for alcohol and missiles. But you can’t body search all 120,000 people and get them inside in time for the concert," he added.
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heavenboy09 · 8 months
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Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You
The Redheaded 🦰🇬🇧 Ginger English Actor Of The Gryffindor House 🦁🏠 Of Hogwarts & Best Friend To The Legendary Wizard himself Mr. Harry Potter 🤓⚡ 🧙‍♂️🪄✨
Born On August 24th, 1988
Hailing All The Way From Harlow, Essex
He was born on 24 August 1988 in Harlow, Essex, to Nigel Grint, a dealer in racing memorabilia, and Joanne Grint (née Parsons). He is the eldest of five siblings. He has said that his earliest goal in life was to become an ice cream man. He grew up in Watton-at-Stone, Hertfordshire, and was educated at Richard Hale School, in Hertford.
He is an English actor. Grint rose to fame for his role as Ron Weasley in the Harry Potter film series, for which he was cast at age eleven, having previously acted only in school plays and his local theatre group. Since then, he has continued his work on film, television, and theatre.
Beginning in 2002, he began to work outside of the Harry Potter franchise, with a co-leading role in Thunderpants. He starred in the dramedy Driving Lessons (2006) and the drama Cherrybomb (2009) and co-starred in the comedy Wild Target (2010). After the Harry Potter series concluded, he appeared in the films Into the White (2012), Charlie Countryman (2013), CBGB (2013), and Moonwalkers (2015). He made his stage debut in 2013 in Mojo at the Harold Pinter Theatre. He executive-produced and starred in the television series Snatch, based on the film of the same name. He has also starred in the black comedy series Sick Note, the mystery thriller miniseries The ABC Murders, and the psychological horror series Servant.
Please Wish This Iconic Ginger English 🇬🇧 Actor🦰Of Gryffindor🦁 That Everyone Knows & Loves, A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊
You Know Him
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& You Can't Help But Enjoy His Sense Of British Wit & Humor since 2001
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HAPPY 35TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MR. GRINT & HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME #RupertGrint #RonaldWeasley #HarryPotter
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The Clown House - A Mailbox Baseball Story, Chapter 1: The Halls Move to Hertford
The Clown House – A Mailbox Baseball Story, Chapter 1: The Halls Move to Hertford
Faneuil Hall always considered himself a bit of an eccentric personality.  Faneuil was named after the famous landmark by his mother, Roberta, who was discovered performing a one person act play called “Tickets, Please” on the cobblestones of Boston by famed Hollywood movie promoter Harry Shaw.  Roberta went on to star in feature films in the 1940s and 1950s and brought her son Faneuil along on…
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Wednesday 5.. February 1840
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monsieur came in the night?  chemise much soiled at noon on Thursday – Refreshed after having slept perhaps 1 ½ hour – finished the little bit of packing that remained to be done – breakfast over at 11 ½ and at 11 ½ sent Gross to Mr. Marc’s with note enclosing five £25 circulars nos. 8592, 3, 4, 5, 6 to be cashed and A-‘s letter to her sister and my own letters to “Miss Marian Lister North Cave Yorkshire Angleterre” “Robert Parker Esquire Solicitor, Halifax, Yorkshire England” – “Messrs. R. and H. Hunt, Hamburg” and packet to “John Hodgson Esquire English Quay, St. Petersburg” (containing civil note to Mr. Hodgson himself thanks for his attention etc. and asking him to forward thro’ Mr. Buchanan by the bag my 2 half sheet-notes to the “Honourable Lady Stuart” and to “Lady Stuart de Rothesay” both undercover to Lord Stuart de Rothesay 3 Carlton house terrace London) and packet to “Messrs. Hammersley and co. Bankers London” containing a thin ½ sheet close and small written note in envelope to “Lady Duff Gordon 34 Hertford street” from 11 ½ to 6 at accounts and settling with George the courier Grotza who leaves us on our setting off on our journey, and Gross – paid the latter his ¼ years wages due on the 16th instant and 30 days board in advance £1 for every 6 days i.e. 24 Roubles for every 6 days = 21 x 5 = 105 R. per 30 days – Had Mrs. Howard sundry times on one account or other – I had ordered the Kibitkas’ to be packed immediately on Gross’s return from Mr. Marcs’, but somehow this was not understood and it was 4 p.m. when Gross came to ask if they were to be packed – and it being a 3 or 4 hours job made us off so late – Mr. Marcs’ cashier brought the money I having omitted to indorse the circulars – asked for tea about 6 – wrote and left with Mrs. Howard the following character of Grotza – Mrs. Lister will be obliged to Mrs. Howard to inform anyone who may apply for the character of Elizabeth Catherine Gross that she has lived in Mrs. Listers’ service as Ladys’ maid from the 10th of May 1839 to the 5th of February 1840, and that Mrs. Lister has found her strictly honest, well-conducted and trustworthy, clean and neat in her person and about her work and a good hairdresser, and getter up of fine linen – Mrs. Lister has had no occasion of trying her in dress-making, but she had a good character for ability in this respect from the lady with whom she lived last – Wednesday 5 February 1840. (I am not certain whether the paper was dated or not) –
we had had tea and waited some time for all [?] announced ready when the summons came at 7 25/.. – but our kibitka so uncomfortable the little alteration that could be made took till 7 ¾ vid. p. 7
SH:7/ML/E/24/0006
(vid. p. 7) still the seat too high – our kibitka uncomfortably pace – no help for it till morning – never dreampt of being off so late – in the dark – now at 7 ¾ as we drive off from Mrs. Howards’ in the Great Dimitri Street Moscow – A- and I and our government post courier in our covered kibitka (3 horses) followed by our Russian servants George and his wife, and our German Gross in an ordinary ½ mat-covered kibitka also with 3 horses – uncomfortable
Leave Moscow fine day
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archoptical · 11 months
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The Wallace, Hertford House, Manchester Square, London
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