#borv

[leefi]

#yoohankim #omniscient reader's viewpoint #borv

[rondafeliz]

Noche de powerpoints fue increible por cierto mi amiga hablo del omegaverse en luna llena fue explosivo y épico gifs fuego llamas auuuuuuuuuu. Y creo que convenci un par de personas de leer orv

#'mantis pero esto es borgesco?' SI #ES BORGESCO POR EL AMOR DE DIOS LEE ORV #otra amiga dijo una palabra increíble Borves

[guaraninkafein]

 Borve - Harris

#viajes #nature #tourism #travel #trip

[scotianostra]

Known as the Great Storm I have already told you of one ship hit by the terrible weather that battered Scotland at the end of January 1953, this second ship had a a much happier ending than the Princess Victoria…..

On January 31st 1953 66 members of the crew of the SS Clan Macquarrie were rescued after it ran aground near Borve on the Isle of Lewis in the same storm that caused the Princess Victory to sing.

Braving the horrendous weather, with winds gusting up to 100 mph, local men got a breeches buoy onto the vessel and rescued all 66 crew members, it was the largest Breeches Buoy rescue in history.

In recognition of the villagers’ courage and hospitality, the Clan Line, who owner the ship donated funds for the construction of a village hall, the building had served it’s purpose by the 21st century and in 2009 was replaced with a new one that would serve the whole of the West Side of Lewis. The ambitions of the local community were realised in April 2009, with the completion of the modern and spacious Centre at Borve, it still bears the name Clan MacQuarrie Community Centre or in the language of the area, Talla Choimhearsnachd Sgìre Airidhantuim

[tomscryingcorner]

Tomathy my borved (<- absolutely FUCKED UP spelling beloved) how’s it going. Evil Sawbones be like fuck that Tom asshole

EHEHHRAW the boar 🐗🐗🐗🐗🐗 also evil sawbones call that. jigsawmucles

#asks

[444names]

the entire entry on "araks" from the english wiktionary + brythonic deities

Abaijana Abaijand Abarasgus Abarish Abellaus Abello Abnobius Abnos Abuxes Abuxovish Adroba Adrom Adsullis Adsus Aerna Agrasee Agrotarax Agrudiae Agrus Agues Alacet Alacetis Alinta Alish Alisus Alson Alsontio Altegorms Altepor Alters Altersis Amaponis Amapor Amaporms Amorrus Anatio Ancambis Ancamped Ancarved Andara Andarax Andou Andouble Anemmarum Anemptio Anenia Anerinus Aners Anesenish Anetio Anetios Anian Anianne Aniaporm Ankounnou Annia Announus Annus Anotas Anslatis Antse Anturkey Arabnos Arabuxes Arakra Arampes Arams Arancanen Arandamos Arandros Arannos Arantive Arassish Araus Arduin Arduish Arived Arivetyms Armenglis Armenus Armer Armetiona Arnenglis Arnus Arnusus Artirax Artis Artucas Arturkey Artussian Arudius Arussish Arvenus Arvos Ategom Aterna Atisaks Aturkish Aunnenus Aunsen Avedius Avenglios Avenglish Avents Averbanus Averiana Averish Avernus Avetis Avetsed Azeritia Azerna Azers Azersia Azertugus Baijanus Bandams Barveris Beletish Belin Bellatio Belled Bellinth Bellis Bellos Bellus Borigane Borigania Bortia Bortiris Bortugues Bortuta Borve Brigan Briose Brish Brius Brive Brivedams Brivedian Buxestres Cadrax Cadros Calasgues Calis Calisakra Camaran Camaska Cambrio Camor Camulis Camullota Cania Canus Caraus Carnus Caska Cateria Celio Cello Ceritio Ceriveter Cesucish Cicology Ciculis Cidamos Cimbius Cimbries Cimbrinus Clategom Clatis Claus Clemen Clempes Cleternus Clets Cocis Cocius Cology Colos Conagra Conatio Conius Conos Conosee Contish Conun Conymos Covanto Covanus Cover Covet Covin Covina Covius Damna Damogy Damptisus Darams Darax Darudius Darum Darus Daráks Datian Derba Dernus Dertio Donagrana Dondrose Donia Donnen Donnos Donoun Donus Donyms Douns Dounsee Doutian Doutianse Emetenian Emmauns Empelete Empello Englinthe Enian Esenusis Eteris Etish Etontis Etyms Fagra Fagran Fagromogy Fagrus Fagues Fannus Forrus Fortia Fortiraks Fortus Fortuties Forvo Fronia Fronian Froper Frotugues Grams Granenia Grasraskh Hascurkis Haskarms Haskh Huese Huesenia Huessian Huetegom Hueteporm Hueto Huetyms Innian Innos Innus Internus Intis Ionnus Irian Irish Irius Ironus Kaara Kaaramogy Kaarus Karudian Karver Karás Kasgus Kpomo Kpontris Kponus Kpormenus Kportus Kurabus Kurkey Laster Lemenus Lemmarus Lemptio Lemptis Lense Lenslaus Lentiriom Lenussios Letania Letymona Leucer Luinta Luinunnus Luxeniana Luxents Luxes Mapor Maporisus Maportish Martiris Maráks Masra Mauns Maunse Mology Morith Mullaus Mullos Nemetyms Nodenglis Noderis Noderius Noders Nontegus Nonus Nonyms Notara Notugues Notugus Nounspor Nounus Noutas Noutio Ogmio Ogmiom Ogues Oguese Ogueta Onticania Perish Perturaks Plaste Plate Platurkis Poris Porrowed Portugues Probish Prona Pronus Pronussis Propesta Protan Rania Ridian Ridius Rigan Riganou Ritar Ritis Rivet Ropers Ropersis Rotugues Rowedin Rudianou Sagras Sagrum Sagus Sambis Sambris Samogus Samptin Segoma Senglina Senis Senuns Senus Skarduina Skaspedia Skasrax Smentis Sponian Sporta Synos Synotaskh Synoun Synouns Synounus Tarms Taráks Tasgues Tatios Tegus Tertirith Theticase Thetyms Tobis Tonian Tonus Tounus Trebis Trebiusia Trese Tridatus Triese Trinoder Trish Tucalso Tugues Tuguese Tuguesee Tugunus Tugus Tugusso Turanen Turkeyer Turkis Venglis Vernus Vetasra Vetyms Vhete Vhetio Vhetouns Vhets Vinna Vinnagus Vinodense Vinos Vintrios Vinus Viran Virase Viraus Viraxen Viria Virish Vironspom Wikiped Wikiper Wikish Witarm Yenus Yeritis Áráks Åraks Årane Åraskaara

#444 names #444names

[countesscupcake]

 Borve - Harris

#viaje #tourism #nature #trip #travel

[himisaito]

 Borve -Harris

#viajes #travel #tourism #nature #photo

[auldscotsyear]

Latha Murchaidh Bheig (Little Murchadh's Day). The parish of Borve in Barra was dedicated to St Brendan, who was said to have founded it, and it was traditionally forbidden to plough on his feast day: but Little Murchadh, a local farmer, broke the taboo, with the result that his fields were cursed and nothing would grow there that year. Local people renamed the day in memory of Murchadh's transgression. #dailyfolklore

[menospreciado]

 Borve - Harris

#photography #peru #turismo #trip #machupicchu

[leefi]

another important thing you need to know about kim dokja is that he blatantly checks out his friends so many times throughout the novel that they had to incorporate this into the text. like lee hyunsung, who would never assume impure thoughts from anybody, had to quietly chime in about that one time kdj spent a solid minute just staring directly at his breasts

#but gave him a 'he was probably just making sure i'd been training properly :(' leeway #kee <3 #hsy: what? what did you two look at together? #jhw and lhs: #hsy: WHAT DID YOU TWO LOOK AT TOGETHER?????? #borv

[caos-y-misterios]

 Borve - Harris

#turismo #viajes #tourism #viaje #trip

[chelowa]

(vía Las migas me persiguen: Borve, Scotland, UK)

[pedaleuse]

Bikepacking the Hebridean Way - Part 6 - The Butt of Lewis

Read: Part 5

Full of breakfast and in bright sunshine we set off...into the wind. It was *really* windy. Really headwindy. Any other day you'd think "This is ridiculous, I'm going in the opposite direction" and then go in the opposite direction. However we were following the Hebridean Way and again under this invisible pressure to get to the Butt of Lewis and back down to Stornoway before the low pressure system moves in bringing rain. Wind too but maybe not as much. I have to admit I was a bit exhausted by this point and not really looking forward to riding into the wind but I was looking forward to visiting some of the sights along the top of Lewis. We'd not really taken much time to explore on previous days because we were continuing to move forwards and that's ok. This was, after all, a route we were following. But by this point it sort of dawned on me that we'd been rushing from place to place since arriving in Upper Tyndrum almost a week ago. We'd had the ferry to catch, the route to follow, the weather to beat... As I mentioned the plan was to have a chilled day in Tarbert although we rushed off again. It was my idea to do so. But I wished now we'd stayed for a little longer. Anyway, we could visit Tarbert again after Stornoway where we'd get the ferry to Skye.

The things I wanted to see along the coast was the Gearrannan Blackhouse Village, the Norse Kiln and Mill, the Whalebone Arch, and the Blackhouse in Arnol.

The first stop was the Blackhouse Village which was really interesting. One thing I really wanted to experience on the islands was the smell of a peat fire and the one in one of the houses here smelled amazing. Like incense! Peat isn't a good thing to burn for most of us because it damages the areas in which peat is important but there, in that small fire, it seemed right.

This black house was set up as it was in the 1950s. The dresser with photographs, mirror, and hairbrushes etc was really poignant. They were displayed with reverence; special items in a home without much.

We also visited the Norse Kiln and Mill at Shawbost and I felt very much at home there. I could imagine working there, using the kiln to dry barley and then milling it next door.

But the road was still waiting for us and we had to press on. We also stopped at the Whalebone Arch which made me feel quite sad for the whale which had been harpooned and then died on the beach at Lewis. We also stopped at the Arnol Blackhouse but, while it's open all year round, that day it was closed. "I'm cancelling my Historic Scotland membership!" said one disgruntled visitor. I settled down in the lee of the house and had some oatcakes and then a short nap on the grass.

Soon we were riding past the turn-off to Stornoway, which we'd be returning down the next day. If I'd known what was ahead of me that day would I have just gone straight to Stornoway? Maybe. Likely. But then I think if I had I would have regretted it later on.

The next section of road had been described to us as "like the surface of the moon". In fact it was just wide open peat fields, as far as the eye can see. Not a single bit of shelter higher than 10cm from the ground. The whistling wind battering you straight in the face. Exhausting. Noisy. Unrelenting. During parts of that ride the tears streamed around the sides of my face and ran into my ears. It was an unrelenting and brutal wind. Some people call bad weather "treacherous" but this wasn't. It was impassive. As oblivious to a cyclist on a gravel bike than a granite boulder. The wind just was...and there was a lot of it. My lip screamed in icy pain as I tried to shelter it from the wind with my other lip. Every inch was an effort and no respite could be found downhill either. The only punctuation to the wind and the endless turning of pedals was the odd motor vehicle that whizzed by causing the most brief moment of calm and then the wind slammed into your face again.

Eventually we stopped at Borve at a grocery store and bought provisions for that night. We had thought that there wasn't much around but it turned out that there were a few places to get food. I wandered around the store like a zombie. Looping around and around the aisles trying to make sense of the food there and buy something substantial for the evening. I forgot what I bought but I did buy some more vaseline for my lip.

Wind. More wind. The landscape more and more desolate as we passed a sign for Galson. "Hang on, I've seen a sign for Galson about 4 times already!" I thought. I wondered if I was just confused or travelling slower than walking pace. Both, I think.

The wind was a wall I was riding into. Occasionally a cyclist would pass me, flying by with a smile on their face seeming to look at me thinking "You're making a bit of a deal of this...it's easy!". I shouted into the wind...my voice was empty...I couldn't hear anything above the noise in my ears. Noise that I'd had for days. Wind.

Eventually we arrived in the Ness area, only a few KM from the Butt of Lewis and the end of the Hebridean Way. The others stopped at a pub and I pulled in after them. I got off my bike and I was cooked. Absolutely. They persuaded me to stay for a drink so I got my phone out of my top tube bag and then immediately dropped it on the ground, smashing the screen. So that was my Garmin, a front light, and now my phone.

At that point I cracked. I had a meltdown. All of the previous days riding into the wind, the heat, my sore lip, my smashed phone, my broken Garmin, I cracked. I wailed something about wanting to go home. In my mind the thing that was stopping that happening was finishing the ride so I got on my bike, shoved my phone back in my bag, and rode as hard as possible to the Butt of Lewis. I shouted into the wind as I rode. Arriving in the shadow of the lighthouse I saw the final Hebridean Way sign and I just touched it, took a blurred photo, and turned around. The wind was howling around me and there was no shelter. I was desperate to get out of the wind. Desperate.

Later when we were camped up I apologised to the others for being a dick. I'd just cracked. It'd just been too much probably. It was a fight when I needed something different. But it was also finished. I was finished too.

The next day we went back to the Butt of Lewis to have our "official" end to the ride. I'm not very good with heights and it was pretty scary being so high on the cliffs although I felt a lot better by that point. Besides, we'd cycled into the wind all week now and finally we were turning around!

Although so was the wind.

During the night the wind veered again so what was a northerly had now become a south-easterly...and that was our direction next!

Read: Part 7 Coming Soon!

[alluneedissunshine]

borve shore by Derek Robison

#Borve #Landscape #Harris #Seascape #Mood #Overcast #Waves #Sea #Rocks #Clouds

[osteophagy]

throwing a few designs at the wall with some more sylvari.

top right is ghost mantis + elm / dead leaf litter, p happy w their design. theyre an elementalist and chaotic neutral.

bottom left is rhinoceros beetle + white pine. he’s a necromancer and somewhere left of having good people skills or high empathy.

bottom right is bleeding tooth fungus + maidens veil + cicada. she secretes a  psychotropic subtance she poisons her arrowtips with. we’re not sure what she is. chaotic neutral? she just wants you to have a good time bro :)  

#but she also might send u on a really god awful trip and then drag u into bumblefuck nowhere #and leave u without a wallet #rhino beetle is a little too close to borvos design but im not sure if i wanna let go of the idea hes related to borv #friend and i were talking ab it