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Tories pick Drummond to defend Sutton and Cheam seat

By our Sutton political editor, BELLE MONT Councillor Tom Drummond, the leader of the Conservative opposition group on Sutton Council, was last night selected to replace MP Paul Scully as the Tories’ candidate in Sutton and Cheam in the upcoming General Election. Drummond was chosen on the first round of voting over two other candidates in a party meeting staged in Belmont. Continue reading…

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The Pilot and his Girl - ch. 34**

Again, sorry about chapter 33, I know if was a hard one! But as someone said, it bonded us and brought us together! And I cannot tell you how good it felt to finally post it and be able to talk about it even though I was really nervous people would be genuinely offended. But it's all good! No got angry (yet anyway...).

So we're past the worst of it and Frankie and his girl are about to leave the QZ so please enjoy their journey that led to me using Google Maps an extraordinary amount!

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Chapter 35- Warnings have their own post - Word count: 8.8k

Getting out of Boston is scary, Frankie drives and dodges around the runners that are attracted to the noise of the car. You regret your decision to leave every minute of the drive but Frankie hasn’t met a vehicle he can’t safely push to its limits. When you dare to open your eyes again you’re speeding down an empty highway, the Boston suburbs disappearing behind you.

“That was fucking intense,” he huffs, glancing in the rear view mirror at the fading city skyline. “Let’s not do that again.”

“I’m sorry, Frankie, but I really haven’t thought about where we should go,” you say, looking over at him as he drives, “I had no plan apart from getting you away from the QZ.”

“It’s ok, cariño, we’ll figure it out,” he slides his hand over to your leg, squeezing it lightly, “I’ll just get us as far as possible today, out into the countryside, and then we’ll see where we wanna go.”

“How far do you think we’ll get in this car?” you ask, looking over the small sedan. It wasn’t the sturdiest car even when it was new, and it wasn’t new when the outbreak happened.

“As long as we find petrol and it doesn’t blow a tyre, it should be fine. I hope,” Frankie gives the dash a gentle pat as if willing the car to hold itself together.

You fall silent for a few minutes, looking out through the window and the passing trees. You’ve passed Worcester and the landscape is changing. You’d forgotten how green it could be, the QZ was devoid of almost all plant life, all trees taken down for firewood, any park dug up for crops. But out here, on a bright May day, everything is so green it almost hurts. In the past ten years nature has taken over and when you drive through a forest it’s like being inside a tunnel of green, tall grass and thick bushes caging in the road and slowly creeping over it. In a few more years even the asphalt will be broken up by roots and plants, you can already see it in places.

The miles pass and you see less and less civilization and no sign of infected. Frankie makes sure to drive around any towns or cities, staying well away from any places that used to be populated. You leave Massachusetts and keep making your way west, after a few hours you reach Pennsylvania and one of the big state forests. The green hillsides remind you of Denny’s cabin, of the drive up there. You haven’t thought about it in years but now it seems like a haven.

“Could we go back to Denny’s cabin?” you ask, looking over at Frankie again, “Maybe it’s still untouched.”

“After all these years, I doubt it,” he says, shaking his head, “I did lock it when we left but someone’s bound to have found it, raiders or looters. And even before it would’ve been a two day drive, now, who knows how long it would take?”

“But we need somewhere really remote, maybe up towards the Canadian border?”

“Yeah, but past the Great Lakes first, too many people on this side,” Frankie says, “And not too far north, the winters are too harsh.” He drums his fingers on the steering wheel and you hear him inhale a couple of times, you know he’s getting ready to say something so you wait while watching his profile, his eyebrows knit together and he tightens his jaw.

“I gave the last pills to Joel,” he says, finally, “And the key to the apartment, to give to Will.” He glances over to you, “But I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me about the pills, I know I’ve lied a lot lately.”

“Frankie…” you begin and he shakes his head.

“You don’t need to say anything, I’m just going to prove it to you, prove that you can trust me again,” he nods, more to himself than to you, “I’ll prove it to you, but,” he takes his eyes of the road again and looks at you, his eyebrows bunched up with nerves, “…the thing is, I’m already getting shaky, and I don’t know what shape I’ll be in once the withdrawals really kick in. I might need you to drive soon.”

“Of course, Frankie, whatever you need,” you put your hand on his leg and you can feel him trembling, “Pull over as soon as you find a good spot and I’ll take over.”

He nods and takes a deep breath, breathing out through his nose, “I don’t know how bad it’ll get, you remember last time, right?”

“I remember you being sick as a dog for a day, you couldn’t keep any food or water down,” you move your hand to his forehead, he’s starting to look pale and his skin is cold to the touch, “Frankie, we should find a safe spot as soon as possible so that you can relax while it works it’s way out of your system.”

He nods and you pull out the road map that you’d found in the car, scanning the land ahead of you. You guide him and he turns on to increasingly smaller roads, finally arriving at a dead end with a small cabin tucked away deep into the forest. He stops the car and you sit quietly in the yard in front for a while, listening to the sounds of birds and nothing else. Eventually he turns the car around, parking it for an easy get away and you both get out and make sure both the cabin and the area is clear. It reminds you of the early days of the outbreak, when it was just you and him and you fall into the routine of you covering his back while he goes in first.

The cabin looks untouched, the door still locked and you easily find the key hidden under some rocks near the door. The rocks are covered in moss and you have to clean the key before it slides into the lock, but it fits, and the door swings open on creaking hinges. The inside is empty and dusty, just one big room. It looks like an old hunting lodge that’s been emptied out long before the outbreak. The only remaining feature is a big fireplace on the back wall.

“Safe and dry,” Frankie says, closing the door behind you. The shutters are closed and you switch on your flashlight.

“We’ll be alright here for a few days I think, although you might not be too comfortable,” you sweep the light across the room, there’s nothing, not even firewood in the cabin.

“I’ve slept in much worse, trust me, cariño,” he gives you a weak smile, he’s pulling out the camping light and cranking it. It’s not bright but spreads enough light to illuminate the room. As you put your flashlight away Frankie puts his backpack down by the wall, when he stands up again he suddenly wobbles and puts his hand out to steady himself.

“Frankie,” you say, rushing over and wrapping your arm around his waist to hold him up, “are you alright?”

He nods but lets you lower him gently to the floor, “I just got dizzy, it’s starting…” he breathes deeply and even in the dim light you can see his pale complexion under a sheen of sweat.

“How do you feel about food? I think you should eat something before it gets worse,” you kneel down next to him and pull out the camping stove and a can.

“Just give me some of those dry crackers you made and some water,” he says, leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes.

…

The night is bad for Frankie, his body shivers and you drape his sleeping bag over him but then sweat pours off him and his anxiety spikes. He’s got his head in your lap and you rake your fingers through his damp curls, soothing him in what little way you can as the opioids work their way out of his system. You refuse to let him keep watch, insisting that he gets what sleep he can, you sleep sitting up, a simple noise trap set up in front of the locked door. By morning Frankie is curled into a tight ball on the floor, sweating through his t-shirt and whimpering in his sleep. He’s thrown up during the night and you’ve forced him to drink water but now he’s fairly peaceful so you let him sleep for as long as his body will let him.

You only meant to stay overnight in the cabin but you end up bunkering down for three days. Frankie curses every decision he’s ever made that’s led him to lie shivering on the floor while he tries to at least keep liquids down. The forest around the cabin is quiet and you venture out in search of more water, leaving Frankie sleeping. When you come back a few minutes later he’s awake and anxious, irritated at you for leaving without him.

“You can’t go out on your own!” he snaps as you close the door behind you, wrinkling your nose at the stale air inside the cabin after three days. “What if something happens to you and I don’t hear anything?!” You put down the water container and he grabs your arms, pulling you close, “You’ve got to be more careful!”

“Frankie, honey….” you soothe him, “I was gone for a minute, there’s a stream just behind the cabin, “this is just your withdrawals messing with your brain.”

“You know I worry about you, you can’t just fucking disappear on me,” he growls, his temper getting the better of him as you try to calm him. The aggression has been simmering under the surface for the past twenty-four hours and you know he’s ready to peel his own skin off from sheer frustration. You carefully inhale a deep breath, letting him hold on to your arms as his jaw snaps shut around whatever angry words he wanted to spit out. This is not your Frankie, you have to keep reminding yourself, and you put your hands on his waist, his fingers still digging into your arms. Finding the small gap between his pants and shirt, you rub your thumbs over the soft skin, letting the warmth of your hands seep into him while you watch emotions work their way across his face; from anger to frustration to guilt and grief. When he lets go of your arms and wraps himself around you, pulling you tight, you know he’s snapped out of it for now.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I’m such a fucking mess right now.”

“I know, Frankie, but you’ll get past it, the worst is almost over,” you caress his messy curls, cupping the back of his head with your hand to keep him close. “I’m not leaving, I’m not going anywhere, just stay with me and I’ll take care of you, ok?”

He nods while you gently take his hand and pull him down onto the floor again. He sits against the wall, his fingers twitching as he tips his head back against the rough timber, closing his eyes.

“I’m actually a little bit hungry, maybe the worst is over.”

“That’s great, do you want something to eat? See if you can keep it down now?”

“Yeah, give me one of those crackers to start with,” he opens his eyes again and accepts the dry piece of thin bread from your backpack.

You watch him eat it and then a small helping of canned baked beans that you heat up on the camping stove. He’s still shaky and nauseous, but it stays down and he starts to feel better. You eat your own food and sit down next to him, pulling him into you with your arm over his shoulders.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, turning his head so that he can press a kiss to your cheek, “for putting up with me. Just for once I’d like to have a life where I don’t feel like I’m always trying to make up to you for my mistakes.”

“You know I’ll always think you’re worth it, Frankie,” you smile, running your fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp. He hums contentedly and sighs and you sit in silence for a while. His breathing is calmer than it has been in days, he’s not trembling anymore and he’s starting to feel warm again, like himself.

“I’m sorry I forced you to leave Will and Benny behind,” you say eventually, “but I couldn’t let them know, I didn’t want them to risk anything, this is just you and me.”

“I know,” he sighs, sitting up so that he can look at you properly, “I know you did what you had to do to get me away from it and I’m grateful. You sacrifice so much for me, cariño.”

“And Santi…” you begin to say but tears well up and you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from falling apart. You see Frankie’s eyes fill up with tears too and he pulls you into his chest.

“It’s not your fault, Frankie,” you whisper between quiet sobs, “I know I said it but I know it wasn’t your fault, you got betrayed by someone.”

Frankie shakes his head, “I fucked up, I feel asleep, it would’ve been different,” he tightens his hold on you and you feel him tense up, “he was so disappointed in me for still using, he told me he was going to tell you when we got back and then kick my ass.”

“You talked to him before he got caught?” you ask, pulling back a little and wiping the back of your hand over your eyes, “you didn’t tell me about that.”

“Yeah, right before, I told him what had happened and he said we’d been betrayed, that it wasn't’ my fault, but…I-I don’t know…” Frankie sighs and you reach up and wipe away another tear from his cheek, “He wasn’t mad at me, just disappointed and told me I had to get over it, get clean, I’m just such a fucking mess, a disappointment to you all.”

“You’re doing it now, Frankie,” you say, letting the back of your hand caress his cheek, “you’re past the worst of the withdrawals and now you stay clean for Santi. And I’ll help you, all the way.”

Frankie sighs and gives you a weak smile, “He told me he wasn’t sure I could survive without you anymore, and he’s right, what the fuck would I do without you?”

“What the fuck would I do without you, Frankie?” you say, pressing your lips to the bare patch on his scruffy cheek, “And I don’t mean all the times you’ve actually saved my life. But how would I survive in this world if you didn’t love me? You’re the only reason I actually want to stay alive.”

“I don’t know how long I can keep us safe out here though,” Frankie says with a deep sigh, looking towards the door of the cabin as if he can see all the monsters, infected or not, waiting for you. “We’ll be in danger whenever we leave and even in a place like this, there’s always a risk of someone showing up.” He looks back at you, his eyebrows knitted and serious, “I don’t want to scare you, but there’s only us now and our odds aren’t good.”

“I don’t care, Frankie,” you let him wrap his arms around you so that he can tuck you in under his chin, “I just want my old Frankie back, without the drugs, and I’d rather have just a little time with you like that out here, then watch you succumb to your nightmares and addictions in the QZ.”

“Maybe I should’ve just left on my own…” he mumbles, “putting your through this isn’t fair.”

“Pfft…as if I’d let you,” you snort, “I would’ve come after you.”

“I know, and you coming after me then would’ve been much scarier than any infected or raider,” you can hear the smile in his voice and you give him a soft dig in between his ribs and he chuckles, pressing his lips to the top of your head while he runs his hand over your arm for a few minutes while you sit quietly.

“I never could’ve left you though, I’m too selfish,” Frankie says after a little while, “I need you, even when I’m my shittiest, lowest self. I never could’ve left you, even if you’d begged me to, Pope was right when he said I can’t survive without you.”

“I can’t believe he’s gone, I miss him,” you say, swallowing back the lump in your throat.

“Me too,” Frankie mumbles, “me too.”

…

On the morning of the fourth day Frankie feels stable enough to continue westward. The cabin you’re in is decent but still too close to civilization, so you refill your water canisters and load up the little car. You’re going to need to find gas soon though and when you hit the highway again Frankie sorts a siphon and fills up the tank. It’s slow going, stopping and getting more gas every hour but you make your way west, giving Chicago a wide berth. As soon as you start getting closer to towns or cities, you see infected. There are hordes of them, roaming around what used to be populated areas.

“Any town or city is off limits,” Frankie says as you watch yet another group of infected in the distance, “We’ll have to resupply by hunting or looting farmsteads. One or two infected we can handle, any more than that and we’re pushing our luck.”

You nod and agree, luckily you only see infected near towns or cities, you haven’t seen any in the farms you’ve explored. It seems people either left during the outbreak or the infected somehow naturally gravitate towards each other. In the years since the outbreak some attempts have been made to understand how the infection works and how it makes the infected behave. But apart from them seeming to group into larger hordes and moving with the seasons, no one really understands much about them.

You get past Illinois and enter Iowa, avoiding Des Moines and following the pin straight highway twenty through endless fields.

“Haven’t they heard of curves in this state?” you grumble as you stare at the road that stretches towards the flat horizon, “these roads are literally designed for people to fall asleep while driving.”

“You’ve never traveled by car across the Midwest before the outbreak?” Frankie asks, he looks relaxed, the road is almost empty, just a few cars along the sides, and he’s got his elbow out through the open window, the wind ruffling his curls under yet another trusty cap he picked up somewhere, this one says ‘Pennsylvania University’.

“No, I always flew when I went home from college and the only road trip I did was from Seattle to Portland.”

“I’ve driven coast to coast, the Midwest is the worst for straight roads,” Frankie says, waving his hand out the window, “we just need to get through Iowa and then Nebraska, then we’ll start seeing some mountains.”

“Is Nebraska where you wanna head?” you ask, following the highway on the map.

“Maybe, it gets pretty remote once you start getting in among the reservations, they were never very populated, but lots of open land. But I was thinking maybe Colorado too, but away from Aspen and Denver, somewhere remote up in the mountains but not so far up that the winters get too harsh.”

“Maybe down in the foothills of the Rockies?” you say, looking at the states that creep up to the big mountain range cutting you off from the coast, “Colorado, Wyoming, Montana?”

“Pick a state, cariño, and pick a farm,” he chuckles, “We’ve got a lot of land to choose from.”

…

At night you try to find shelter somewhere away from the road, out of sight. If you’re lucky you find an empty cabin or house, if not you try to hide in a forest, or at least a patch of trees. You sleep in watches, never trusting any place enough to both sleep at the same time. Frankie always makes you sleep first, and once he’s tired enough, in the middle of the night, he wakes you up and then he falls asleep easier and has less nightmares. They still plague him though, and there are new elements to them, he mumbles Pope’s name and you try to calm him before he gets to the point you know he revisits every night.

You still see him too, up on the scaffold every night in your dreams. Sometimes you can run towards it, other times you’re glued to the spot, unable to move, but the outcome is always the same; the trap door opens and he drops before you can get to him. Some nights are worse than others, then all four of them are up there, Frankie next to Pope, with Will and Benny there too. Those nights you wake up screaming as the trap door opens, and Frankie scrambles to pull you into his arms, to calm you down.

“You’re getting good at this,” you mumble, pressed into his soft flannel shirt as your breathing slows down. His hands are rubbing up and down your arms and back, grounding you under his touch.

“I have a lot of practice,” he whispers before he kisses the top of your ear, his warm lips tickling you and making your heart slow down a little bit more, “how many times haven’t you had to do this for me over the years?”

You hum into his chest, drifting off to sleep again even though it’s almost dawn, the dark night sky has a slight tinge at the eastern horizon as Frankie glances around the clearing you’re camped in tonight.

Suddenly he hears a high pitched cry, weak and in the distance, but distinct. You hear it too, even though you’re already half asleep, and you stir, sitting up.

“What was that?” you ask, turning towards the sound. As you listen you hear it again and this time you recognize it.

“It’s a baby,” you whisper, looking up at Frankie who’s straining his eyes to see through the darkness. It’s coming from across the road you’d been on before you took shelter in this copse, hidden from sight now by the trees.

“Yeah, an infant,” Frankie whispers back, getting up from the ground and continuing to look towards the sound.

“What do we do?” you look around the car, trying to hear or see anything else around your simple campsite.

“I’d like to say we leave, get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible,” Frankie says, looking down at you, “But I don’t think I can…”

“Me either,” you nod, “who the fuck are we if we leave a baby crying?”

Frankie gives a little shake of his head and you see him square up his shoulders as he looks towards the shrill, faint sound, “C’mon, we go quietly, we leave the car here, but grab your pack.”

You quickly pack up your things and pull out your gun, all traces of sleep are gone now as you follow behind Frankie. He leads the way across the highway and into the sparse forest on the other side. The baby goes silent sometimes but always starts crying again and suddenly Frankie puts his fist up, signaling you to stop. Through the forest you hear the soft sound of a woman shushing the child. Frankie motions for you to crouch down and slowly you move forward together, making as little noise as possible. The breeze masks your footsteps and as you step around a large oak tree you see the source of the sound; leaning against a boulder is a woman, a few years younger than yourself, with a baby cradled in her arms. Even in the faint light you can see her ghostly pale skin and gaunt look, her chest rising in short rapid breaths, like she’s gasping for air and something tells you she’s dying, her body is slumped over, like she doesn’t have any strength left. Frankie scans the area around her for a few seconds before he speaks.

“Don’t scream, we’re not going to hurt you,” he says, half visible behind the tree. The woman startles but doesn’t cry out, she just holds the child closer to her chest.

“We heard the baby crying, do you need help?”, you ask, still half hiding behind Frankie. He’s lowered his gun but you can tell he’s still on full alert. The woman is painfully emaciated and scared looking but she seems to relax a little when she sees you.

“Are you hurt?” Frankie asks, he can see that her ragged shirt is dark with what looks like blood, and she nods, her face suddenly crumples as she begins to cry.

“Please,” she begs, tears streaming down her face, “take him, get him away from them.” She struggles to lift the baby, he begins to wail again and she almost drops him as her arms give out.

“Keep watch,” Frankie says to you in a low voice, “I’m going to check on her.” He puts away his gun and puts his hands up.

“I’m going to come over, I don’t want to hurt you, so please don’t hurt me, ok?”

The woman nods, sobbing, and Frankie closes the short distance, crouching down next to her. You keep your gun raised, your eyes flitting between Frankie and the woman and the trees around you. The sky is rapidly getting lighter but the surrounding forest is quiet, whoever ‘them’ are, you can’t hear anything.

The woman’s eyes are big and fearful as Frankie crouches down but he smiles at her, you see his warm eyes give her that comforting look you’ve seen so many times, and she relaxes, trusting him instinctively.

“You’re hurt?” he asks in a soft voice and she nods, looking down at her abdomen.

“It’s bad, I’ve lost a lot of blood, I-I’m dying,” she whispers and as Frankie gently lifts her shirt you hear him inhale, her shirt is soaked with blood and there is a nasty looking gash deep into her side. She’s been holding her hand over it but as Frankie makes her move it out of the way you realize there’s no way you can help her. She needs a hospital, and even that might not be enough.

“I’m sorry,” Frankie says in a low voice, looking up at the woman’s pale face, “I can’t do anything, we only have a simple first aid kit. Who did this to you?”

The woman just shakes her head and tries to lift the baby again, “Take him, please, they’re hunting me, get him away from here.”

You scan the forest again, your finger on the trigger, straining your ears to hear anything above the chirping of the early morning birds that have started to sing.

“Who are they?” Frankie asks, gently dropping the woman’s shirt over her wound again.

“Slavers,” the woman shudders, “I escaped three days ago, I-I don’t have time, please,” she looks down at the baby in her arms and then back at Frankie, “Please, you’ve got to take him. His name is Jack, after my brother. He was heading to Wyoming with a group of people, please find him.”

Frankie looks over at you and you see the question in his eyes, should you take this baby? But the option is to leave him to die with his mother, or be found by the slavers, and then what? You nod to Frankie and look at the woman, “We’ll take him, but we might not find your brother, Wyoming is a big place.”

“Just get him away from here, please,” the woman’s voice breaks, she’s bending her head down over her son, gently tucking in the blanket that’s swaddled around him. She looks up at Frankie again, he’s still crouched next to her.

“Take him and…and k-kill me…” she pleads, “Don’t let them find me alive, they’ll hurt me.”

“How many are coming after you?” Frankie asks, holstering his gun and taking the infant boy from the woman.

“Ten, maybe fifteen,” she says, looking at her son, now safely tucked into the crook of Frankie’s arm. “There were twenty-two in the gang, I killed one as I escaped.”

“Too many for us to fight,” he replies, looking back at you. Much as you know he would like to help, he won’t risk your life or his own for this.

“Come here,” he says to you, motioning over, “take the baby.”

“Jack, his name is Jack Connolly, he-,” the woman says, her voice breaking into a moan as she grabs her side, “he’s six months old, his birthday is January twenty-third,” she looks at you as you carefully take Jack from Frankie, “Please take care of him,” she whispers, “tell him I love him.”

“I will, I promise,” you say, “We’ll keep him as safe as we can. Do you kno-”

Your head snaps up as you suddenly hear someone shout in the distance, Frankie is on his feet in a flash, gun raised.

“We need to go,” he says, “back to the car, quick.”

“Please,” the woman urgently whispers, “don’t leave me alive, you have to kill me,” she sobs, glancing over her shoulder towards where the shout came from. Frankie looks at her and then back at you before he kneels down by her again.

“Do you know where in Wyoming?” he asks, gently putting his hand on her shoulder. “And what is your name? So that we can tell your son when he grows up.” You turn away from the woman as you see Frankie reach for the hunting knife behind his back.

“Julia,” the woman says, her voice breaking around another painful moan, “They were heading for Wind River.”

“We’ll find him, we’ll bring Jack to him,” Frankie says and then you hear the breath knocked out of the woman in a gentle gasp. You can’t help but glance back, shielding the boy in your arms. Frankie’s hand is covering her mouth and his hunting knife is in her chest, angled just into her heart. As you watch, her wide eyes, locked on Frankie, go still and lifeless. He gently sweeps his hand over her eyelids, closing them as he pulls out his knife.

“C’mon, we need to move,” he says quietly, getting back to his feet, sheeting the knife and pulling out his gun again. A man with a gruff voice shouts again, closer this time, and as you spin around, Frankie grabs your arm and pulls you behind the large oak tree. He gives it a few seconds and then moves you forward with his hand still around your wrist.

“Back to the car, quietly,” he whispers, “if the baby cries, cover his mouth as much as you can.”

You only make it a short distance before you hear voices behind you again and Frankie pulls you both down behind some low shrubs, not enough to hide you if someone comes too close.

“I found her!” someone shouts from between the trees, “but the bitch is fucking dead!”

“And the baby?” another voice calls, you can hear the undergrowth crunching as someone hurries towards the woman’s body.

“I can’t see it,” the first voice says.

Frankie tugs on your wrist and you move through the forest, crouched low, back towards the road. You glance down at the baby, you’re trying to hold him steady in your left arm, holding your gun in your right. He looks back up at you with large blue eyes, mercifully silent for now.

You reach the road, there’s a strip of long grass between the edge of the forest and the asphalt and Frankie stops, sinking to his belly.

“Stay here,” he whispers, “I’m going to check if the coast is clear.”

You nod and he slowly crawls forward through the grass, lifting his head and glancing down the road. He can see a pick up truck further down the road but no people. Glancing behind him he waves you forward and he watches you begin to sneak forward through the grass but suddenly you freeze, looking at the other side of the road, and he turns. He curses under his breath when he sees two men appear from the trees and stop, looking up and down the road. Frankie hears you slowly back up, into the tree line again, out of sight. He risks a quick look over his shoulder, you’re concealed behind the trees again and he carefully crawls backwards through the grass.

“No sign of anyone, that car could’ve been there for years,” one of the men says, adjusting the rifle on his shoulder.

“I’m telling you, I came through here with Lowell a week ago and it wasn’t there then,” the second man replies.

“Yeah, but that was a week ago, whoever left it is long gone by now.”

“And maybe they’re not, I’m just saying it’s weird that the car is there just as that bitch cut Jake and ran.”

“So what? She’s dead now, and who cares about the kid? She’s been fucked by everyone of us, we ain’t gonna know who’s it is anyway.”

“Yeah, she’s dead and we’re down one worker, so we might as well try and grab whoever drove that car as compensation.”

You’ve heard more than enough, bile is rising in your throat as Frankie finally reaches you again and crouches next to you. He puts his mouth next to your ear and whispers. “Follow the treeline, stay out of sight, we’ll take their truck if we can get to it.”

You nod and he holds onto your wrist as he slowly moves through the forest, out of sight. There’s no one by the truck and Frankie quietly opens the driver's side door and feels around for the keys.

“Bingo,” he whispers as he grabs them, still hanging from the ignition, “Get in from this side, keep the baby quiet.”

You do as he says and slide down between the seat and the dash when he points you to it.

“Hold on tight, once I start it up they’ll be all over us, keep your head down,” he whispers, glancing around the truck. There’s an old hunting rifle in the back, not well maintained but when he picks it up and checks, he sees that it’s loaded.

He hands it over to you, “If I say so, leave the baby on the floor and shoot at anyone who’s coming after us, ok? They probably have at least one more car and they might have time to get to it once I start this.”

You nod and Frankie reaches for the keys, holding his breath, he turns it and the truck rumbles to life. He quickly throws it in drive and accelerates, through the open window you can hear shouts go up.

“Someone’s stealing the pickup! Get after ‘em! Quick!”

“Joey! Get the other fucking car!”

“Shoot the tyres, shoot for fucks’s sake!”

Gunshots ring out but Frankie is already swerving, zigzagging the truck down the road. A few bullets ping off the metal and Frankie glances behind him.

“Cariño, I’m gonna need you to take their car out, they’re coming after us,” he calls over the sound of the guns.

His eyes flit between you and the road as you climb up onto the seat and crouch down by the open back window. The rifle is heavier than what you’re used to but you manage to shoulder it and aim down the barrel.

“Yank back on the lever on the side to reload,” Frankie calls to you and you almost roll your eyes at him as you pull back on the bolt action. You can hear Benny’s voice in your head as you go through the motions and hold the rifle as steady as you can while the truck lurches, ‘Push it up first, then you slide it back, the bullet pops out and then you reverse it, easy!’

Your first shot goes wide, the sights on the gun wonky and old. You can feel Frankie glance at you in the rear view mirror as you reload. The second shot hits the side view mirror of the other truck, you wish you’d been aiming at it but it was pure luck. But it does have the benefit of making the driver jolt and swerve and one of the men in the back of the truck topples over and disappears from view.

A bullet slams into the back of the truck, making you jerk your head back, for a second you think you’ve been hit but nothing hurts and you take a deep breath, aiming out through the window again.

Your third bullet hits the grill, you’re getting the hang of the aim of the rifle.

“Keep the truck steady for a few seconds,” you yell back to Frankie, “I need to hit a tyre!”

He does as you say and you take careful aim as the other pickup gets closer. You squeeze the trigger gently but a bump in the road jolts your aim and the shot rings out, going wide and you curse loudly, quickly sliding back the bolt.

But Frankie whoops, “Fucking awesome shot, cariño!” and you look back at the truck, the driver is slumped over, the broken windshield splattered in blood. Behind it you see the other man try to take control of the wheel.

“Take him out!” Frankie yells, “You’ve got him!”

You aim at the tire again and this time your aim is on point, the tire blows up and the man loses control of the vehicle as it spins out of control. It careens into the ditch and Frankie floors the accelerator, putting distance between you and the slavers. You slump down in the passenger seat, letting out a long breath as Frankie gives your leg a quick squeeze.

“Best fucking shot I’ve ever seen, cariño, you’re fucking amazing!”

You give him a weak grin, and pick baby Jack up from the floor, cradling the little bundle into your arms. It suddenly hits you, now you’re responsible for this little one and the promise you made to his mother. You’re heading for Wyoming now and it feels like faith made a decision for you.

…

The truck has almost a full tank of gas and for that you’re grateful. Frankie doesn’t stop driving for hours, turning off the interstate and getting lost on smaller roads, skirting towns and villages, until you’re forced to stop and refuel.

Jack, the little baby boy, cries and sleeps throughout the day until you figure out that he can eat the spaghettios from a can and seems to like it.

“Thank god he eats solid food,” you say, carefully spooning another small bite into the boy’s mouth, “And thank god you’re a baby encyclopedia, Frankie.”

“Never thought I’d use all that knowledge again,” Frankie says, glancing down at baby Jack on your lap. “But you know this complicates things, we need to figure out how to feed him and keep him clean. We’re gonna have to wash those diapers pretty much every day.”

You wrinkle your nose at the thought, there’s already a dirty one wrapped up in the back, “Ok, that’s gonna be your job,” you say and Frankie chuckles.

“I already sacrificed a t-shirt for him, you can do the diaper washing.”

You look down at the little boy on your lap, he’s got your finger in a steady grip and as you watch him he yawns twice and closes his eyes. Soon he’s sleeping again and you cross both your legs, letting him rest in your lap with one of Frankie’s hoodies draped over him.

“How far is Wind River?” Frankie asks and you pull out the map again.

“It’s marked on the map as Wind River Reservation,” you say, tracing the outline of the reservation with your finger, “It looks like about five hundred miles away, so a day’s drive if we’re lucky. But then we have to find this group of people.” You sigh and look at the map of Wyoming, it’s a very big state, even Wind River looks huge.

“I don’t think we’ll find them,” Frankie says, “I say we stick to the original plan of getting to the foothills and finding somewhere safe to live. And even though it’s only June, we need to settle soon so that we can prepare for winter.” He looks over at you and down at the boy, “It’s not going to be easy, even for the two of us. With him…cariño, it’s going to be hard…he might not…” Frankie trails off and you nod, you know keeping a baby alive in this world is hard enough. Out here, on your own, it might prove impossible.

“We’ll figure it out, Frankie, somehow, we’ll be there in two or three days, and find somewhere to settle.”

…

‘Famous last words’, you think the next afternoon as you stand next to the car. The good news is that you’re well away from Nebraska and any pursuing slavers. The bad news is that you’re still a good fifty miles away from White River and even further from the foothills of the Rockies. And you’re out of gas. There hasn’t been a car in sight for two hours and the last one you saw had only water in the tank. The pickup spluttered to a halt after running on fumes for a good half an hour.

Frankie is going through the supplies the slavers had left in the truck, replacing some of the stuff in your packs before he shoulders the larger pack. Little baby Jack has been wrapped against your chest with a makeshift kangaroo pouch made from Frankie’s one clean hoodie. You carry the lighter pack on your back.

“That’s it,” Frankie says, “we’ll have to leave the rest but it’s mainly junk or too heavy.” He comes over to you after tossing the car keys on to the driver’s seat. “You ok, cariño?” His voice is soft as he looks down at you and the baby sleeping tucked against your chest, “It’s going to be a long walk but I know you can handle that, just let me know if he gets too heavy for you.”

“It’ll be fine, you’ve got the heavier pack anyway, Frankie,” you smile at him, trying to sound more alright than you actually are. The car represented some sort of safety out here, a way of running from danger. Now you feel exposed. You look around the empty prairie, nothing but grass until the hills appear on the horizon.

“I found you this in the truck,” Frankie holds out a weather worn John Deere ball cap, it’s grimy and sweat stained, “I’ll wash it when we pass some water but you’ll need it for the sun today.”

“Thanks, Frankie,” you say and stuff it in your back pocket for now and he takes your hand and starts walking, heading west along the highway, leaving the pickup behind.

…

Settlements are few and far behind in this part of Wyoming and it feels like you walk for hours without getting anywhere. The road looks the same, the landscape looks the same, just one big open sky above you and the sun beating down mercilessly. The only sign of time and distance passing is the sun slowly creeping down towards the mountains in the west. When it finally disappears it’s a relief, the evening air cooling your hot skin.

“There’s a river coming up in about two miles,” Frankie says, looking at the map and comparing it to a rusted road sign. “We should camp there for the night, get some fresh water and see if we can catch some fish.”

You nod, you feel dead on your feet and Frankie takes your hand, “Almost there cariño, then we can rest,” he says and gives you a kiss, “C’mon, not much further.”

You walk along the river for half a mile before you find a good sheltered spot. The night’s are still warm so there’s no need for a fire but Frankie pitches the small tent he got from the pickup. It gives baby Jack shelter from the wind while you change his diaper and feed him some of the spaghettios. Frankie comes back from the river with wet pants but a proud smile and a large trout hanging by the gills from his hand.

“Earned my nickname,” he grins, showing off his catch, “Jack might not be able to eat it but we’ll get a good meal tonight and tomorrow.

Sheltered behind a few rocks, Frankie risks a small fire, and quickly grills the trout, deboning it and serving you a large portion with a flourish that makes you laugh.

“Such a master chef, Frankie, this is the best fish I’ve had in years” you smile as he sits down next to you after kicking dirt over the fire to extinguish it.

“Not sure about ‘master chef’,” he chuckles, “hunger and fresh air probably has more to do with that taste.”

“Either way, I’m very impressed,” you lean into him and kiss his scruffy cheek. His whiskers are getting long again and they tickle your nose as you taste his soft skin. Frankie turns his head and catches your chin between his thumb and finger, pressing his warm lips against yours and you hum quietly under your breath. He feels so good and it’s been so long since you were in a place where you could relax enough to think about more than just a cuddle. Here isn’t safe either but the quiet of the open prairie around you lets you feel alone and secure. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and gently nibbles on it, you can feel his smile as you let your fingers thread through the curls sticking out under his cap.

“I really wish we had a room with a sturdy locked door,” he mumbles, his lips still close to yours, “I want you so fucking bad right now.”

“How fast can you get your pants back on if someone shows up?” you ask, cupping his rapidly swelling cock through his jeans. He groans and you can’t help but giggle at his instant reaction, his hips involuntarily thrusting up against your palm.

“Not fast enough, cariño,” he mutters, “fuck, we shouldn’t risk it but I really wanna fuck you right now.” The last words come as a groan as you palm him with a little bit more pressure, running your fingers along the outline of his hard length.

“Is the baby sleeping?” he asks, glancing over at the tent.

“Yeah, he’s down for the night I think,” you reply, sitting up a bit straighter and straining your ears to hear anything from around you.

“Hang on, cariño, hold that thought,” Frankie says and gets up, not without trouble. You’re camped in a small dip in the land, the river bank on the other side sheltering you from both the wind and anything, or anyone, else. He climbs out of the dip and looks around, the prairie is wide and flat, it feels like you can see for miles except for the few low trees and bushes that dot the landscape.

“C’mere,” he says as he returns down into the dip, “sit on my lap, if someone comes, I’ll shoot them with my dick out,” he’s smiling but his eyes are dark with lust.

You quickly pull off your pants and straddle his hips, reaching down to unbutton him and slip your hand into his boxers. He inhales when your hand closes around his thick length and you pull him free.

“Fuck…that feels so good, carino,” he groans as he caresses your hips, one hand moving up between your thighs to find you slick and warm. His fingers are soon coated in your wetness and you take his hand and make him spread it over his cock while you run your thumb through the silky drops on the fat head. He’s heavy and hard in your hand as you slide down, moving his hand out of way.

“You can come inside me today, Frankie,” you mumble, lining him up against your opening and your words, together with the feeling of your heat starting to envelop his swollen tip, makes him moan, his fingers digging harder into your hips as you slide down onto him.

As he stretches you open, you drop your head down onto his shoulder, his hands gently pulling you down over him. He’s starting to buck his hips up, planting his feet on the ground as he grinds himself deeper. You gasp against his neck when he’s got you flush against his hip, the coarse hairs at the base grazing over your clit. Frankie is already close, you can hear his breaths go short, growling as he hooks his hand over your shoulder and pulls you down again and again.

“Hermosa…” he gasps, “I’m not going to last, you feel too fucking good, so tight, fuck…” he groans and cups the back of your head, pulling you up so that he can slide his tongue into your mouth. You moan into him as his fingers find your clit and circles it with practiced ease. He knows so well how to bring your climax to the surface fast. Heat builds rapidly in your body, Frankie’s tongue slipping over yours with a steady rhythm that matches his thrusts and as he increases the pressure of his fingers just a little bit, you topple over the edge. Gasping into his mouth you feel him pump himself up into your hard, groaning under you as he fills you up, you can feel the heat of his spend even through the last waves of your own orgasm.

Leaning your foreheads together you listen to the silence around you and your heavy breaths. Your heart is racing in your chest and you can feel Frankie’s pulse thrumming under your fingers where you’re holding on to his neck. Your knees are killing you and you wince as you carefully push yourself up, letting him slip out of you. The hard ground has been digging into them, but you hadn’t even noticed while Frankie was inside you. Now you groan and stand up, carefully brushing off your legs.

Frankie is looking up at your thighs, he can see his load drip out of you in the dim light and it makes his soft cock twitch again. He grabs your hips and sits up straighter, making your gasp when his tongue dips into your slit. You can hear him chuckle as his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, pulling you closer. His nose is nudging against your sensitive clit while he tastes himself on you, sliding the tip gently through your folds.

“Frankie,” you giggle, he’s tickling your oversensitive nerves, and you grab his curls, pushing him away as he looks up at you. His dimple sits deep in his cheek and his eyes are mischievous as he licks his lips.

“Perfect dessert, cariño,” he grins, smacking his lips.

“Dirty boy,” you smile back at him and turn to put your pants back on while he chuckles. He tucks himself away and you sit down next to him, leaning against him as he hooks his arm around your shoulders.

“If it wasn’t for the whole outbreak thing and constant threat of raiders and infected,” you say, threading your fingers through his, “this would be a perfect ‘Frankie date’.”

Frankie chuckles low behind your head, “I used to serve you better food than just plain trout on those dates. And give you better sex.”

“That was plenty good sex, dirty boy,” you smile, turning your head so that you can reach his lips. You can still taste your combined releases on him and you kiss him again. He leans his head against yours and you hear him yawn and you should tell him to go to bed, to sleep while you take the first watch. But you remain sitting, wrapped up in his warmth and the feeling of having a more normal version of Frankie really close by for the first time in months.

Despite the dangers of the open country around you, you can’t regret your decision to leave the QZ. You meant what you said to him while the withdrawals were plaguing his body; you’d rather have a little time with him out here than watch him waste away in the QZ.

“I love you, Frankie,” you say, looking out into inky darkness around your campsite.

“I love you too, hermosa,” he mumbles behind you and you feel his arms tighten their hold.

Chapter 35

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[blueangeldreamland]

upcoming protests: free Palestine

update oct. 27, 2023

-i found information from online (websites listed) pls make sure to double check a protest is available!! as I don’t follow specific accounts that post protests. * feel free to correct me on info *

-take note of days you are available to go and protests near you

-bookmark pages if you want more reliable updates and info

-SEPARATED BY WEBSITE THEN DATES!!!

via answercoalition.org posted oct. 7, 2023

Saturday, October 28

Brainerd, MN

1:00 p.m.

Intersection of Sixth and Washington Streets (Across from the Historic Brainerd Water Tower)

Sponsored by: Brainerd Area Coalition for Peace (BACP), Brainerd Lakes United Environmentalists (BLUE), and Brainerd Lakes Area Democratic Socialists of America (BLA DSA)

Portland, OR

2:00 p.m.

Lownsdale Square

Sponsored by: AntiwarMN, SJP, AMP

Sunday, October 29

Worcester, MA

3:30 p.m.

Worcester City Hall (455 Main St.)

Sponsored by: JVP Western Mass, Palestinian Youth Movement

via uscpr.org unsure date updated

Friday, October 27

HOUSTON, TX | Friday, October 27th at 4PM at John P McGovern Commons 6550 Bertner Ave

OMAHA, NE | Friday, October 27th at 4PM at 72nd & Dodge

PHOENIX, AZ | Friday, October 27th at 4PM at State Capitol Building 1700 W Washington St.

BOSTON, MA | Friday, October 27th at 4PM at Brewer Fountain, Boston Commons

ALBANY, NY | Friday, October 27th at 4PM at West Capital Park

NEW YORK, NY | Friday, October 27th at 6PM at Midtown Manhattan (register for exact location)

DENTON, TX | Friday, October 27th at 7PM at Denton Courthouse-on-the-Square

Saturday, October 28

HARTFORD, CT | Saturday, October 28th at 12PM at 800 Main St.

SAN FRANCISCO, CA | Saturday, October 28th at 1PM at Harry Bridges Plaza (Embarcadero)

DALLAS, TX | Saturday, October 28th at 1:30PM at Civic Garden 1014 Main St.

ROSEBURG, OR | Saturday, October 28th at 2PM at Fred Meyers on Harvard

MILWAUKEE, WI | Saturday, October 28th at 2:30PM at 920 North Water St.

NEW YORK, NY | Saturday, October 28th at 3PM at Brooklyn Museum, 200 Eastern Pkwy

PORTLAND, OR | Saturday, October 28th at 3PM at 121 SW Salmon St.

ATLANTA, GA | Saturday, October 28th at 3PM at Georgia State Capitol (East Steps)

Sunday, October 29

NEWARK, NJ | Sunday, October 29th at 1:30PM at Newark City Hall 920 Broad St.

DENVER, CO | Sunday, October 29th at 2PM State Capitol West Steps 200 E Colfax Ave

COLORADO SPRINGS, CO | Sunday, October 29th at 2PM at CO Springs City Hall, 107 N Nevada Ave

AUSTIN, TX | Sunday, October 29th at 3PM at Texas Capitol

WATERBURY, CT | Sunday, October 29th at 3PM at City Hall 235 Grand St.

Saturday, November 4

NATIONAL MARCH ON WASHINGTON | Washington DC, November 4th, 2 PM. Freedom Plaza. Cosponsored by USCPR and other organizations.

cont. (The file is too big to show as a list)

dates protests for 10/28, 10/29, 10/30, 11/4 (my list updated to ones that are now available)

MAKE SURE TO DOUBLE CHECK ON WEBSITE FOR CORRECT DATES, TIMES, AND CITIES + LINKS (underlined cities have links to their info!!!!)

separated by major city and then date (some differences)

by major city

Washington, D.C. MARCH ON WASHINGTON 11/4 -- London, UK 10/28 -- Toronto, ON -- NEW YORK CITY 10/28 -- Austin, TX 10/29 -- San Francisco, CA 10/28 -- Portland, OR 10/28

by date

10/28 SATURDAY

Atlanta, GA -- Dallas, TX -- Champaign, IL -- Roseburg, OR -- London, UK -- NEW YORK CITY -- Orono, ME -- Portland, OR -- San Francisco, CA -- Vancouver, BC -- Roseburg, OR

10/29 SUNDAY

Newark, NJ -- Austin, TX 10/29 TEXAS CAPITOL -- Colorado Springs, CO -- Denver, CO -- Irvine, CA -- London, UK -- McAllen, TX -- Orlando, FL -- Ottawa, ON -- Salinas, CA -- San Antonio, TX --Scranton, PA -- Toronto, ON -- Worcester, MA

10/30 MONDAY

Baltimore, MD --Manhattan, KS -- Albany, NY

11/4 NEXT SATURDAY

Washington, D.C. MARCH ON WASHINGTON

Resources

https://actionnetwork.org/letters/tell-congress-ceasefire-now

https://www.kufiya.org/

https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2020/06/why-protests-work/613420/

boycott starbucks, mcdonald's, disney+ to support palestine

no buying day (economy free) nov. 18th worldwide boycott to free palestine

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[grandmaster-anne]

FUTURE ENGAGEMENTS OF THE PRINCESS ROYAL

6 October 2022

Grand Master, The Royal Victorian Order, will attend the Annual Evensong and Reception, Savoy Chapel, Savoy Hill, London WC2.

Colonel, The Blues and Royals (Royal Horse Guards and 1st Dragoons), will attend the Blues and Royals Club Annual Dinner at Mandarin Oriental Hyde Park London, 66 Knightsbridge, London SW1.

7 October 2022

Patron, Minchinhampton Surgery Charitable Trust, will attend a Reception at Chavenage House, Tetbury, Gloucestershire.

8 October 2022

Patron, the Wooden Spoon Society, will attend the VetsFest Rugby Tournament at Moseley Rugby Club, Billesley Common, Yardley Wood Road, Billesley, Birmingham, West Midlands.

11 October 2022

Will visit the Lakes Distillery at Cockermouth, Setmurthy, Cumbria.

President, Riding for the Disabled Association, will visit the Blairgowrie Group at Easter Rattray Farm, Blairgowrie, Perth and Kinross.

Will visit the International Fire and Rescue Association training facility at Strathore Road, Thornton, Kirkcaldy, Fife.

12 October 2022

Patron, Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust, will hold a 50th Anniversary of Patronage Reception at St. James's Palace.

Will attend the Annual National Service for Seafarers at St. Paul's Cathedral, St. Paul's Churchyard, London EC4.

Court Member, The Fishmongers' Company, will attend the Court Autumn Dinner at Fishmongers' Hall, London Bridge, London EC4.

13 October 2022

Patron, Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine, will attend a Reception at Members' Dining Room, House of Commons, London SW1.

Patron, The Chartered Institute of Logistics and Transport (UK), will attend the Women in Logistics Annual Conference at Volvo Trucks UK and Ireland, Wedgnock Lane, Warwick, Warwickshire.

Life Vice President, National Federation of Young Farmers' Clubs, will attend a 90th Anniversary Dinner at the Farmers Club, 3 Whitehall Court, London SW1.

14 October 2022

President, Riding for the Disabled Association, will open new North Pembrokeshire and Cardigan Premises at Havard Stables, Dinas Cross, Newport, Dyfed.

Will open Haverfordwest High School at Queensway, Haverfordwest, Dyfed.

Will attend the 2022 World Rowing Coastal Championships Beach Sprints and open the Coastal Schooner Interpretation Centre at Saundersfoot Harbour Events Deck, Saundersfoot, Dyfed.

17 October 2022

Past Master, the Worshipful Company of Woolmen, will attend a Dinner at Mansion House, Walbrook, London EC4.

Gatcombe Park: Guardian, Give Them a Sporting Chance, will hold a Management Team Meeting at Gatcombe Park.

Gatcombe Park: Guardian, The Chaffinch Trust, will hold a Management Team Meeting at Gatcombe Park.

18 October 2022

Will attend the Clothiers Company 500th Anniversary of Ordinances Dinner, the Guildhall, High Street, Worcester, Worcestershire.

19 October 2022

Patron, Sense Scotland, will open TouchBase East Dunbartonshire, 59 Springfield Road, Bishopbriggs, Dunbartonshire.

Patron, Columba 1400, will attend a Reception and Dinner at Blair Estate, Dalry, Ayr and Arran.

Patron, Seagull Trust Cruises, will re-commission Canal Passenger Boat, 100 Southbank Road, Kirkintilloch, Dunbartonshire.

20 October 2022

President, Riding for the Disabled Association, will visit Ashmount, Ruddington & Wenlo RDA Groups at Meadow School of Riding, Bowley's Barn Farm, Stanford Lane, Normanton-on-Soar, Loughborough, Nottinghamshire.

Will attend the Seven Seas Club Centenary and Trafalgar Night Dinner at the National Liberal Club, 1 Whitehall Place, London SW1.

Will visit Kays Scotland, 9 Barskimming Road, Mauchline, Ayr and Arran.

21 October 2022

Patron, Maritime UK, will launch the National Centre for Coastal Autonomy at Plymouth Marine Laboratory, Prospect Place, Plymouth, Devon.

Will visit the Centre for Space Technologies at Cornwall Airport Newquay, St. Mawgan, Newquay, Cornwall.

Will visit Communications Facility, Goonhilly Downs, Helston, Cornwall.

1 November 2022

Will visit the restored Junk Yacht Boleh at Haslar Marina, Gosport, Hampshire.

Patron, The Royal Navy and Royal Marines Charity, will open the Gosport Services Community Hub at Brune Park Community School, Military Road, Gosport, Hampshire.

Will visit the restored Junk Yacht Boleh at Haslar Marina, Gosport, Hampshire.

3 November 2022

Will attend a Luncheon at Coutts, 440 Strand, London WC2.

Patron, The Royal College of Emergency Medicine, will attend a Conference at Octavia House, 54 Ayres Street, London SE1.

President, British Olympic Association, will attend the TeamGB Dinner in Central London (venue tbc).

4 November 2022

Patron, Moredun Foundation, will attend a Conference at Pentlands Science Park, Bush Loan, Penicuik, Midlothian.

5 November 2022

Patron, Scottish Rugby Union, will attend Scotland versus Fiji International Rugby Match at Murrayfield Stadium, the City of Edinburgh.

8 November 2022

Royal Fellow, The Royal Academy of Engineering, will attend a New Fellows' Dinner at Drapers' Hall, Throgmorton Street, London EC2.

9 November 2022

Patron, Learning and Work Institute, will attend an 'Art for the People' event at City Lit College, 1 - 10 Keeley Street, London WC2.

Chancellor, Harper Adams University, will attend a 'How do we achieve Net Zero in Farming and Food?' discussion at Rabobank, Thames Court, One Queenhithe, London.

Commandant-in-Chief (Youth), St. John Ambulance, will hold a Young Achievers' Reception at St. James's Palace.

10 November 2022

President, World Horse Welfare, will attend the Annual Conference at Royal Geographical Society, 1 Kensington Gore, London SW7.

Patron, Wetwheels Foundation, will attend a Reception at Mansion House, Walbrook, London EC4.

11 November 2022

as President, Royal Yachting Association, will chair the Annual General Meeting, attend awards ceremony and luncheon at One Great George Street, London SW1.

15 November 2022

President, Riding for the Disabled Association, will visit the Maisemore Group to mark the Fiftieth Anniversary at Hartpury College and University, Hartpury, Gloucestershire.

16 November 2022

Patron, St Margaret's Chapel Guild, will attend an Annual Service at St. Margaret's Chapel and subsequently attend the Annual General Meeting, Queen Anne Room, Edinburgh Castle, Edinburgh.

will attend a Service to mark the nine hundred and fiftieth Anniversary of the Founding of Priory at Dunfermline Abbey, St. Margaret Street, Dunfermline, Fife.

24 November 2022

Chancellor, University College of Osteopathy, will attend the Graduation Ceremony at Bridge Theatre, 3 Potters Fields Park, London, SE1.

will attend a Biennial Reunion Reception of the Association of Royal Yachtsmen at the Royal Thames Yacht Club, 60 Knightsbridge, London SW1.

25 November 2022

Colonel in Chief, Intelligence Corps, will take the salute at a Passing Out Parade at Chicksands, Bedfordshire.

#princess anne #princess royal #engagement calendar

[davidsankey]

A stop off on the flight of Charles II after defeat in the Battle of Worcester

Allan Fea, The Flight of the King: A full true and particular account of the miraculous escape of his most sacred majesty King Charles II after the battle of Worcester (2nd edn.), London (1908),   “house about a mile beyond Sturbridge [where] his majesty drank and ate a crust of bread..."

““““ Thereafter it seems that the party must have ridden east towards Stourbridge and Wordsley. Initially travelling over Stourbridge Common (the area around Dunsley Road) to the Gig Mill, and crossing the Withibrook there, they would then have ascended along South Road (then called Kinver Road24) to The White Horse Inn (now called The Old White Horse) near the present-day main entrance to Mary Stevens Park. From the inn, their route would have taken them along Worcester Street (formerly called Heath Road25), Market Street (formerly Rye Market26) and Lower High Street (formerly known just as High Street) to the bridge over the Stour at SO 900847. 

The reason for the King’s party choosing to speak French as they passed through the town (see Blount’s account) isn’t absolutely clear but it may have been thought a prudent deception because Stourbridge’s population, at that time, included a significant number of Lorraine glassmakers who had established themselves in the area by c. 1610. 

To get to the “house about a mile beyond Sturbridge [where] his majesty drank and ate a crust of bread", the party must then have made their way north along High Street Amblecote (the route of an ancient salt-way; now designated the A491) to Wordsley. The site of this house is reputed to have been “at the bottom of the hill near the present Wordsley Church” where, in 1908, there was “still to be seen an ancient red-brick gabled house where [the] halt was made...”  This would have been just over one mile from Stourbridge, at or near the junction of Kinver Street and Wordsley High Street.

 If correct, this route would accord with the local tradition that The White Horse inn acquired its name in honour of the steed which carried Charles past the establishment. Although this may represent corroborating evidence for the route through Stourbridge, we should perhaps bear in mind the natural tendency for inn-keepers (and others) to regard an association with the King’s escape as being good for business — at least after the restoration of the Monarchy in 1660! Indeed, another local inn, the Crab Mill at Oldswinford, has supposedly claimed that Charles stopped there during his flight to Boscobel, even though there is no evidence that the King passed through Oldswinford.””” Dr Kevin James PhD , from an unpublished file posted to Facebook   https://www.facebook.com/groups/stourbridgeshistoricallandscape/permalink/635120624620830  

[willdailey]

I got this problem where I keep adding dates to the spring tour. #JUSTADDED: Madison 5/27 & Milwaukee 5/28! My heart and emojis go out to the ticket getters! 10 DOLLAR SONG TOUR: (So Far) 4/6 - Worcester MA 4/7 - Newburyport MA 4/19 - NYC 4/20 - Asbury Park, NJ 4/21 - Philly 4/22 - New Haven, CT 4/28 - Portsmouth, NH 4/29 - Cambridge, MA 5/11 - Portland, ME 5/12 - North Adams, MA 5/13 - Providence, RI 5/26 - Madison, WI 5/28 - Milwaukee, WI And this Monday I’ll be at @citywinerybos for A celebration of the music of David Crosby. A benefit for the Folk Americana Roots Hall of Fame. I’ll be performing along side a massively beautiful collection of my friends, legends and legendary friends. I think there are some tickets left! . . . #music #livemusic #touring #indieartist #newmusic #instamusic #musicians #musicislife #musiclife #indiemusic #rockmusic #musicianlife #musiclive #liveformusic #liveforlivemusic #livemusicnyc #livemusicisbetter https://www.instagram.com/p/CpDgPO-uw32/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Holidays 1.19

Holidays

Archery Day

Artist As Outlaw Day

Bondadagur (Husband’s Day; Iceland)

Confederate Heroes Day (f.k.a. Lee Day; Texas)

A Friend Raises Your Spirits Day

Good Memory Day

The Holocaust Day (India)

Horror Novels Are Horrendous Day

Husband’s Day (Iceland)

International Flower Day

Kokborok Day (Tripura, India)

La Tamborrada (24-Hour Drum Jam; Spain)

Laura Ingall’s Wilder Day (Wisconsin)

Little Ricky Day

Lysander Spooner Day

National Annie Day

National Conservation Dog Day

National Gun Appreciation Day

National Investment Risk Management Day

National Lucy Day

Natlisgeba (Republic of Georgia)

Neon Sign Day

New Friends Day [also 7.19; 10.19]

Poe Toaster (Baltimore, Maryland)

Puzzle Day

Rescuer’s Day (Belarus)

Robert E. Lee Day (AL, AR, FL, GA, MS, TN)

Sieve Day (French Republic)

Tenderness Toward Existence Day

Tin Can Day

Whisper 'I Love You' Day

World Day of Migrants and Refugees

World Quark Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Brew a Potion Day

International Chouriço Day

National Popcorn Day

Zay Day (Union Craft Brewing)

3rd Friday in January

Arbor Day (Florida) [3rd Friday]

Bean Day (North Dakota) [3rd Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

Hat Day [3rd Friday]

International Fetish Day [3rd Friday]

International Sweatpants Day [Closest Weekday to 21st]

National Corrections Day (Australia) [3rd Friday]

Straw Bear Festival begins (Whittlesea, England) [3rd Friday-Sun]

Thorrablot (a.k.a. Þorrablót; Midwinter Festival; Pagan Iceland) [Friday after 1.19]

Festivals Beginning January 19, 2024

Aces & Ales Winter Beer Fest (Las Vegas, Nevada) [thru 1.21]

Bean Day (Fargo, North Dakota)

Berlin International Green Week (Berlin, Germany) thru 1.28]

Carefree Fine Art & Wine Festival (Carefree, Arizona) [thru 1.21]

Fringe World (Perth, Australia) [thru 2.18]

Hartford County Restaurant Week (Hartford County, Maryland) [1.28]

International Circus Festival of Monte Carlo (Monaco) [thru 1.28]

Montreal International Auto Show (Montreal, Canada) [thru 1.28]

Napa Valley Restaurant Week (Napa, California) [thru 1.28]

SC Watermelon Association (Hilton Head, South Carolina) [thru 1.21]

Slamdance Film Festival (Park City, Utah) [thru 1.25]

St. Armands Food Truck Rally & Music Festival (Sarasota, Florida) [thru 1.21]

Vacaville Restaurant Week (Vacaville, California) [thru 1.28]

Washington Auto Show (a.k.a. D.C. Auto Show; Washington, D.C.) [thru 1.28]

The Winter Wine Festival (New Castle, New Hampshire) [thru 2.11]

Feast Days

Bassianus of Lodi (Christian; Saint)

Blaithmaic (Christian; Saint)

Canute (a.k.a. Knud; Christian; Saint)

Epiphany (Eastern Orthodox)

Feast of Sultán (Baha’i)

Festival of Neith (Ancient Egypt; Goddess of the Hunt and Warfare; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Founders Day (Kappa Alpa Order Convivium)

Harlan Ellison Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Henry of Uppsala (Christian; Saint)

Lomer (Christian; Saint)

Marius, Martha, Audifax, and Abachum (Christian; Martyrs)

Mark of Ephesus (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Natlisgeba (Orthodox Epiphany; Georgia)

Paul Cézanne (Artology)

Pontianus of Spoleto (Christian; Saint)

Procrastination Day Tomorrow (Pastafarian)

Skip Squawk (Muppetism)

Sophie Taeuber-Arp (Artology)

Theocrats of Japan (Positivist; Saint)

Theophany  (a.k.a. ... 

Denho (Syriac Christian; Saint)

Epiphany (Eastern and Oriental Orthodox)

Great Blessing of the Waters (Eastern Orthodox)

Natlisgeba (Georgia)

Sure Tsnund (Armenian Apostolic Church)

Timket (a.k.a. Timkat, Coptic Epiphany; Eritrea, Ethiopia)

Thor’s Blot (Pagan)

Vodici (Baptism of Jesus; North Macedonia)

Water Blessing Festival (Bulgaria)

Wulfstan, Bishop of Worcester (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 19 [8 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 3 of 60)

Premieres

Avenue 5 (TV Series; 2020)

Bright Eyes, by Art Garfunkel (Song; 1979)

Cello Concerto No. 1 in A Minor, by Camille Saint-Saëns (Cello Concerto; 1873)

Chicken in the Rough (Disney Cartoon; 1951)

Donnie Darko (Film; 2001)

48 Hours (TV News Show; 1988)

Fowl Brawl (Phantasies Cartoon; 1947)

From Dusk Till Dawn (Film; 1996)

Homeward Bound, by Simon & Garfunkel (Song; 1966)

How Could Hell Be Any Worse?, by Bad Religion (Album; 1982)

Il Trovatore ('The Troubadour'), by Giuseppe Verdi (Opera; 1853)

I Was a Teenage Thumb (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

The Juliet Letters, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1993)

Mickey’s Man Friday (Disney Cartoon; 1935)

The Millionaire (TV Series; 1955)

Mr. And Mrs. Is the Name (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

Operation: Rabbit (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Op, Pop, Wham and Bop (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1966)

Out of the Woods, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2016)

Searching For Sugar Man (Documentary Film; 2012)

Shakespearean Spinach (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)

The Shoemaker and the Elves (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1935)

Sick Transit (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1966)

Sock-a-Bye, Baby (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1934)

So Dear to My Heart (Film; 1949)

Strangers on a Train, by Patricia Highsmith (Noel; 1950)

Tremors (Film; 1990)

Vacation with Play (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1951)

Woman of the Year (Film; 1942)

Today’s Name Days

Agritius, Marius, Martha, Pia (Austria)

Ljiljana, Makarije, Mario, Marta (Croatia)

Doubravka (Czech Republic)

Pontianus (Denmark)

Enn, Enno, Eno, Heigo, Heik, Heiki, Heiko, Heino, Hendrik, Henn, Henno, Henri, Henrik (Estonia)

Heikki, Henna, Henni, Henri, Henriikka, Henrik, Henrikki (Finland)

Marius (France)

Mario, Martha, Pia (Germany)

Efrasia, Makarios (Greece)

Márió, Sára (Hungary)

Liberata, Mario (Italy)

Alnis, Andulis (Latvia)

Gedvilė, Marijus, Morta, Raivedys (Lithuania)

Margunn, Marius (Norway)

Andrzej, Bernard, Erwin, Erwina, Eufemia, Henryk, Kanut, Mariusz, Marta, Matylda, Mechtylda, Pia, Racimir, Sara (Poland)

Macarie (Romania)

Lidia, Maria (Russia)

Drahomíra (Slovakia)

Arsenio, Mario (Spain)

Henrik (Sweden)

Bob, Bobbi, Bobbie, Bobby, Robbie, Robert, Roberta, Roberto, Robin, Robinson, Robyn (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 19 of 2024; 347 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 3 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Beth (Birch) [Day 25 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 9 (Ren-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 9 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 8 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 19 White; Fiveday [19 of 30]

Julian: 6 January 2024

Moon: 68%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 19 Moses (1st Month) [Theocrats of Japan]

Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 30 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 29 of 31)

#calendar #Holidays

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 1.19

Holidays

Archery Day

Artist As Outlaw Day

Bondadagur (Husband’s Day; Iceland)

Confederate Heroes Day (f.k.a. Lee Day; Texas)

A Friend Raises Your Spirits Day

Good Memory Day

The Holocaust Day (India)

Horror Novels Are Horrendous Day

Husband’s Day (Iceland)

International Flower Day

Kokborok Day (Tripura, India)

La Tamborrada (24-Hour Drum Jam; Spain)

Laura Ingall’s Wilder Day (Wisconsin)

Little Ricky Day

Lysander Spooner Day

National Annie Day

National Conservation Dog Day

National Gun Appreciation Day

National Investment Risk Management Day

National Lucy Day

Natlisgeba (Republic of Georgia)

Neon Sign Day

New Friends Day [also 7.19; 10.19]

Poe Toaster (Baltimore, Maryland)

Puzzle Day

Rescuer’s Day (Belarus)

Robert E. Lee Day (AL, AR, FL, GA, MS, TN)

Sieve Day (French Republic)

Tenderness Toward Existence Day

Tin Can Day

Whisper 'I Love You' Day

World Day of Migrants and Refugees

World Quark Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Brew a Potion Day

International Chouriço Day

National Popcorn Day

Zay Day (Union Craft Brewing)

3rd Friday in January

Arbor Day (Florida) [3rd Friday]

Bean Day (North Dakota) [3rd Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

Hat Day [3rd Friday]

International Fetish Day [3rd Friday]

International Sweatpants Day [Closest Weekday to 21st]

National Corrections Day (Australia) [3rd Friday]

Straw Bear Festival begins (Whittlesea, England) [3rd Friday-Sun]

Thorrablot (a.k.a. Þorrablót; Midwinter Festival; Pagan Iceland) [Friday after 1.19]

Festivals Beginning January 19, 2024

Aces & Ales Winter Beer Fest (Las Vegas, Nevada) [thru 1.21]

Bean Day (Fargo, North Dakota)

Berlin International Green Week (Berlin, Germany) thru 1.28]

Carefree Fine Art & Wine Festival (Carefree, Arizona) [thru 1.21]

Fringe World (Perth, Australia) [thru 2.18]

Hartford County Restaurant Week (Hartford County, Maryland) [1.28]

International Circus Festival of Monte Carlo (Monaco) [thru 1.28]

Montreal International Auto Show (Montreal, Canada) [thru 1.28]

Napa Valley Restaurant Week (Napa, California) [thru 1.28]

SC Watermelon Association (Hilton Head, South Carolina) [thru 1.21]

Slamdance Film Festival (Park City, Utah) [thru 1.25]

St. Armands Food Truck Rally & Music Festival (Sarasota, Florida) [thru 1.21]

Vacaville Restaurant Week (Vacaville, California) [thru 1.28]

Washington Auto Show (a.k.a. D.C. Auto Show; Washington, D.C.) [thru 1.28]

The Winter Wine Festival (New Castle, New Hampshire) [thru 2.11]

Feast Days

Bassianus of Lodi (Christian; Saint)

Blaithmaic (Christian; Saint)

Canute (a.k.a. Knud; Christian; Saint)

Epiphany (Eastern Orthodox)

Feast of Sultán (Baha’i)

Festival of Neith (Ancient Egypt; Goddess of the Hunt and Warfare; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Founders Day (Kappa Alpa Order Convivium)

Harlan Ellison Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Henry of Uppsala (Christian; Saint)

Lomer (Christian; Saint)

Marius, Martha, Audifax, and Abachum (Christian; Martyrs)

Mark of Ephesus (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Natlisgeba (Orthodox Epiphany; Georgia)

Paul Cézanne (Artology)

Pontianus of Spoleto (Christian; Saint)

Procrastination Day Tomorrow (Pastafarian)

Skip Squawk (Muppetism)

Sophie Taeuber-Arp (Artology)

Theocrats of Japan (Positivist; Saint)

Theophany  (a.k.a. ... 

Denho (Syriac Christian; Saint)

Epiphany (Eastern and Oriental Orthodox)

Great Blessing of the Waters (Eastern Orthodox)

Natlisgeba (Georgia)

Sure Tsnund (Armenian Apostolic Church)

Timket (a.k.a. Timkat, Coptic Epiphany; Eritrea, Ethiopia)

Thor’s Blot (Pagan)

Vodici (Baptism of Jesus; North Macedonia)

Water Blessing Festival (Bulgaria)

Wulfstan, Bishop of Worcester (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 19 [8 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 3 of 60)

Premieres

Avenue 5 (TV Series; 2020)

Bright Eyes, by Art Garfunkel (Song; 1979)

Cello Concerto No. 1 in A Minor, by Camille Saint-Saëns (Cello Concerto; 1873)

Chicken in the Rough (Disney Cartoon; 1951)

Donnie Darko (Film; 2001)

48 Hours (TV News Show; 1988)

Fowl Brawl (Phantasies Cartoon; 1947)

From Dusk Till Dawn (Film; 1996)

Homeward Bound, by Simon & Garfunkel (Song; 1966)

How Could Hell Be Any Worse?, by Bad Religion (Album; 1982)

Il Trovatore ('The Troubadour'), by Giuseppe Verdi (Opera; 1853)

I Was a Teenage Thumb (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

The Juliet Letters, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1993)

Mickey’s Man Friday (Disney Cartoon; 1935)

The Millionaire (TV Series; 1955)

Mr. And Mrs. Is the Name (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

Operation: Rabbit (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Op, Pop, Wham and Bop (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1966)

Out of the Woods, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2016)

Searching For Sugar Man (Documentary Film; 2012)

Shakespearean Spinach (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)

The Shoemaker and the Elves (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1935)

Sick Transit (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1966)

Sock-a-Bye, Baby (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1934)

So Dear to My Heart (Film; 1949)

Strangers on a Train, by Patricia Highsmith (Noel; 1950)

Tremors (Film; 1990)

Vacation with Play (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1951)

Woman of the Year (Film; 1942)

Today’s Name Days

Agritius, Marius, Martha, Pia (Austria)

Ljiljana, Makarije, Mario, Marta (Croatia)

Doubravka (Czech Republic)

Pontianus (Denmark)

Enn, Enno, Eno, Heigo, Heik, Heiki, Heiko, Heino, Hendrik, Henn, Henno, Henri, Henrik (Estonia)

Heikki, Henna, Henni, Henri, Henriikka, Henrik, Henrikki (Finland)

Marius (France)

Mario, Martha, Pia (Germany)

Efrasia, Makarios (Greece)

Márió, Sára (Hungary)

Liberata, Mario (Italy)

Alnis, Andulis (Latvia)

Gedvilė, Marijus, Morta, Raivedys (Lithuania)

Margunn, Marius (Norway)

Andrzej, Bernard, Erwin, Erwina, Eufemia, Henryk, Kanut, Mariusz, Marta, Matylda, Mechtylda, Pia, Racimir, Sara (Poland)

Macarie (Romania)

Lidia, Maria (Russia)

Drahomíra (Slovakia)

Arsenio, Mario (Spain)

Henrik (Sweden)

Bob, Bobbi, Bobbie, Bobby, Robbie, Robert, Roberta, Roberto, Robin, Robinson, Robyn (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 19 of 2024; 347 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 3 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Beth (Birch) [Day 25 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 9 (Ren-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 9 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 8 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 19 White; Fiveday [19 of 30]

Julian: 6 January 2024

Moon: 68%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 19 Moses (1st Month) [Theocrats of Japan]

Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 30 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 29 of 31)

#Holidays

[rugbylovers]

Diamond joins Newcastle as consultant DoR with winless Codling sacked Steve Diamond will join Newcastle F... #funny #memes #sports #live #tweets #win #twitter #tweet #bet #manchester #rugbymen #rugby union #irish rugby #super rugby

[spellucci]

Berthoud

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

Lee and Deb have invited us to stay over at their new place in Berthoud after we take our leave from Glenn and Jeanne. Tim texts Lee to find out when they get off work. The word comes back: 3:00. They love 37 minutes north, so we have a a lazy morning ahead before we need to push off.

Glenn and Jeanne take us to a wonderful breakfast place, the Morning Glory Cafe. It isn't warm yet, but we sit outside to await the sun anyway. A train of pre-schoolers is walking in a big loop around and around the grassey park in front of us. We wave hi to each other. Breakfast is leisurely and yummy.

Back at Glenn and Jeanne's, we complete our final chores, and exchange warm goodbyes. Then we drive up the Front Range. Long's Peak, the tallest mountain in Rocky Mountains National Park, rises high on the horizon. Coming into Berthoud, we are traveling along travel on a ridge of farms where every barn has a spectacular view.

Berthoud. Tim tries a French pronunciation. It doesn't seem right. When we arrive Deb informs Tim it is ber'-thud. Kinda like how Worcester is pronounced wuss'-ter, except ro residents of Worcester, who pronounce it wis'-tah.

Lee is out gathering the mail when we drive up. Deb's house (don't tell Lee, but this really is Deb's house) is spacious and gracious. It has a wonderful Southwest theme. There's Southwest scuptures and rugs and tchotchkes of all kind, including gorgeous originals by Deb.

Naya is their beautiful merle-coat berniedoodle. She is significantly larger than Dora and jealous of another dog in her house.

It is right across the street from a park where kids and dogs go to play. A rise in the park offers a view of the Rockies.

Deb cooks a delicious dinner, and Dora and Naya glare at each other over dessert.

Then Lee, Tim, and Jeanne head off to an early bedtime. Lee and Tim have an early morning leadership training call together with other trainers on the East Coast. Lee is used to it because he works an a company that runs on Eastern Time. Tim and Jeanne are still on Eastern Time, as well. Dora and Naya are on whatever time zone dogs are.

[russellaugi]

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[willdailey]

Two new dates added to Spring Tour to support @wallflowers in Albany and Beverly MA! Honored to be back supporting this band!! #linkinbio for tix 4/06 - Worcester MA 4/07 - Newburyport MA 4/19 - NYC 4/20 - Asbury Park, NJ 4/21 - Philly 4/22 - New Haven, CT 4/28 - Portsmouth, NH 4/29 - Cambridge, MA 5/03 - Albany, NY 5/05 - Beverly, MA 5/11 - Portland, ME 5/12 - North Adams, MA 5/13 - Providence, RI 5/24 - Fort Wayne, IN 5/25 - Berwyn, IL 5/27 - Madison, WI 5/28 - Milwaukee, WI (at The Egg-Hart Theater) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpfoDXjugx0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[donomagym]

Website : https://www.donomagym.com/

Address : 181 Great Road, Stow, MA 01775

Phone : [phone]

Donoma Gymnastics is a safety-oriented Gymnastics school with a focus on play and positivity.

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•A Glimpse of the Past•

City of Puerto Princesa, the Capital and a highly urbanize city of the the main land of Palawan.We all know that Province of Palawan and the City of Puerto Princesa are the most Beautiful Tourist Spot and one of the Historical places in the Philippines.

In Puerto Princesa City, THE PUERTO PRINCESA SUBTERRANEAN RIVER was known and reputed to be the World's Longest Underground River in 2007, with the length of six (6) kilometers from the sea.The park is located at the SAINT PAUL MOUNTAINon the western coast of the Island of Palawan and about to 80 kilometers north of the Puerto Princesa City.It was listed as a UNESCO WORLD HERITAGE SITE in 1999 and voted as #1 NEW SEVEN (7) WONDERS OF NATURE on November 11, 2011.

Puerto Princesa Subterranean River National Park encompasses one of the World's most impressive cave systems, featuring spectacular limestone and a karst landscape, pristine natural beauty and intact old growth forests and distinctive wildlife. The area is comprising of approximately 22,202 hectares and a total lenght of 8.2 kilometers long underground river.

Subterranean River or Underground River highlights is the river system that it flows directly into the sea, with its brackish lower subjected to a tidal influence distinguishing it as a significant natural phenomenon.

Inside the underground river, you can sea a thousands species of bats the living inside a cave and a lots of beautiful landscapes of a karst or limestone inside a cave that aged for about million years ago.

Long time ago, a group of a Tribe named BATAK TRIBE that originated here in the nothern part of the mainland of Palawan and Puerto Princesa City, they discovered the cave of underground river or the Subterranean River, but the group of Batak tribe are very scared to enter the said cave because of their belief. They named the cave as a DEVILS PLACE or DEVILS CAVE. They beliefs that a lots of bad spirits are living inside the cave so that the're are very scared to enter the cave because they believe that once you entered the cave, you cannot go back anymore, so that, they lived the place and the cave enchanted.

In 1898, American Zoologist named Dean C. Worcester was touring the island of Palawan, described and quoted if accounts are to be believed, of a lake opening to the sea. In March 1971p,the underground river formerly known as a St. Paul Subterranean National Park was established as a tourist destination.On November 1999, a proclamation signed for expanding the area of 3,901 hectares to 22,202 hectares and was renamed Puerto Princesa Subterranean River National Park.Until now, a lots of local and international tourist are visited and continue patronizing the Puerto Princesa Subterranean River National Park.

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U.S. Daily Precipitation Records Tied/Broken 9/5/22

Calera, Alabama: 3.52" (previous record 2.25" 1915)

Childersburg, Alabama: 1.57" (previous record 1.24" 1972)

Adin Mt. summit, California: 0.1" (previous record 0" 2021)

Gilroy, California: 0.01" (previous record 0" 2021)

Windsor Locks, Connecticut: 1.41" (previous record 0.28" 1955)

Cleveland, Georgia: 3.05" (previous record 1.88" 1970)

Unincorporated Lumpkin County, Georgia: 2.29" (previous record 1.89" 1970)

Unincorporated Pickens County, Georgia: 1.4" (previous record 1.26" 1953)

Columbus, Indiana: 2.08" (previous record 1.95" 1937)

Hazard, Kentucky: 2.28" (previous record 1.15" 2006)

Providence, Kentucky: 1.1" (previous record 0.51" 1991)

Worcester, Massachusetts: 0.91" (previous record 0.9" 1991)

Concord, New Hampshire: 1.41" (previous record 0.97" 1944)

Conway, New Hampshire: 2.05" (previous record 1.35" 2012)

Londonderry, New Hampshire: 1.41" (previous record 0.26" 2012)

Adirondack Park, New York: 1.08" (previous record 1.05" 1948)

Barton, New York: 1.86" (previous record 0.68" 1910)

Elmira, New York: 1.45" (previous record 1.19" 1937)

Queensbury, New York: 0.98" (previous record 0.95" 1953)

Rushford, New York: 2.15" (previous record 0.97" 1991)

Union, New York: 2.53" (previous record 0.86" 1986)

Asheville, North Carolina: 1.94" (previous record 1.78" 2006)

Eden, North Carolina: 2.31" (previous record 1.3" 1999)

Elkin, North Carolina: 1.32" (previous record 1.3" 1963)

Little River Township, North Carolina: 4.1" (previous record 1.72" 1959)

Dayton, Ohio: 1.2" (previous record 1.1" 1958)

Hilliar Township, Ohio: 2.11" (previous record 1.51" 1961)

Jefferson Township, Ohio: 1.6" (previous record 1.02" 1986)

McArthur Township, Ohio: 0.82" (previous record 0.79" 1980)

Newton Township, Ohio: 1.87" (previous record 1.53" 2017)

Springfield, Ohio: 0.88" (previous record 0.77" 2017)

Waverly, Ohio: 1.69" (previous record 1.38" 1915)

Canton, Pennsylvania: 1.56" (previous record 1.21" 2001)

Covington Township, Pennsylvania: 1.04" (previous record 0.79" 2011)

Delmar Township, Pennsylvania: 1.27" (previous record 0.7" 1937)

Galeton, Pennsylvania: 1.92" (previous record 0.91" 1937)

Grove Township, Pennsylvania: 1.58" (previous record 0.8" 1996)

Lafayette Township, Pennsylvania: 0.88" (previous record 0.65" 1973)

Montoursville, Pennsylvania: 1.66" (previous record 1.28" 1968)

Moon Township, Pennsylvania: 1.71" (previous record 1.41" 1968)

Pittston Township, Pennsylvania: 2.28" (previous record 1.86" 1953)

Tioga Township, Pennsylvania: 1" (previous record 0.57" 1991)

Tionesta Township, Pennsylvania: 1.82" (previous record 1.52" 1961)

Tyrone, Pennsylvania: 1.72" (previous record 1.15" 2011)

Unincorporated Municipio De Aibonito, Puerto Rico: 3.87" (previous record 1.7" 1933)

Providence, Rhode Island: 2.19" (previous record 1.59" 2012)

Greer, South Carolina: 1.24" (previous record 0.69" 2011)

Norris, Tennessee: 1.79" (previous record 1.22" 2011)

Austwell, Texas: 2.79" (previous record 2.6" 1958)

Unincorporated Bee County, Texas: 2.51" (previous record 1.83" 1923)

Unincorporated Cass County, Texas: 1" (previous record 0.3" 1995)

Choke Canyon State Park, Texas: 1.05" (previous record 0.91" 2019)

Ft. Worth, Texas: 0.66" (previous record 0.64" 2001)

Unincorporated Jim Wells County, Texas: 1.42" (previous record 1.12" 2019)

Blacksburg, Virginia: 1.69" (previous record 1.2" 1999)

Unincorporated Giles County, Virginia: 1.8" (previous record 1.29" 1962)

Unincorporated Patrick County, Virginia: 2.73" (previous record 2.35" 2006)

Bayard, West Virginia: 1.64" (previous record 1.54" 2011)

Unincorporated Greenbrier County, West Virginia: 1.41" (previous record 1.31" 2003)

Logan, West Virginia: 1.19" (previous record 0.91" 1953)

Morgantown, West Virginia: 1.57" (previous record 1.1" 2017)

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