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unteriors · 1 year

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E Buck Street, Ridgeway, Ohio.

#Ridgeway #Ohio

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freshthoughts2020 · 2 years

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lichtschimmer · 1 year

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USA, Minnesota, Ridgeway - webcam

#USA #Minnesota #Ridgeway #road #grey

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yourniagararealtor · 1 year

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swordvixen · 1 year

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Some film shots from a trip to the Chalk Horse at Uffington, the Ridgeway, Wayland's Smithly Longbarrow, West Kennet Longbarrow, and finally Avebury. This was a university field trip called "Sacred Pagan Sites."

It was probably shot on some 400 speed Fujifilm color stock or another. That was my go-to back then and I've got a roll in the little Vivitar I keep in my purse even now.

This trip was one of the trigger moments I think, that made me want to go look for that village I spent all the rest of my time in the UK looking for. And I discovered years later that I did have a connection to the Salisbury Plain as well though the nature of it eluded me for a long time.

Weirdness aside, it was an excellent day out. Fresh bracing spring air, lovely surroundings, friendly people, and a little dog named Basil who hopped in my lap in a cozy pub we stopped in.

#England #Salisbury plain #stone age #neolithic #pagan #Avebury #wayland's Smithy Longbarrow #ridgeway #Oxfordshire #wiltshire #sehnsucht #saudade

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boardpusherskateboards · 1 year

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RIDGEWAY by ANGELA FUHRMANN

Inspired by the band Ridgeway (@ridgewayca), Angela Fuhrmann created this custom skateboard graphic on a 7.75 popsicle deck at BoardPusher.com. You can follow Angela on Instagram @artbyangelafuhrms.

Follow us @boardpusherskateboards to see more custom skateboard graphics.

#ridgeway #skateboards #skateboarding #skateboard #sk8

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stuckinthewash · 2 years

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Colorado 2022’

#home #love #nature #beautiful #happy #green #gorgeous #colorado #montrose #ouray #delta #ridgeway #telluride

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twistedfaith777 · 2 years

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Strange Joy X Ridgeway

#Strange Joy #Ridgeway #war on the shore #illustration #texas hardcore #texas punk #txhc #thom travieso

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mwlphoto · 2 months

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Fields, The Ridgeway, Berkshire, Mar 2024.

#ridgeway #berkshire #fields

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mjalford98 · 3 months

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I'm competing in the LCE Photographer of the Year 2024! Help me out by clicking on the images below to vote for them in the "People's Choice" category!

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januaryisbrittishbeermonth · 3 months

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All Along the Ridgeway

Tonight’s British Beer is a Ridgeway of Oxfordshire Foreign Extra Stout. The brewery is named after the oldest road in Britain, “a road riddled with history” according to Historic UK - The History Magazine & Heritage Accommodation Guide (historic-uk.com)

If Avebury is Porter and Aylesbury is Stout, then I would rate Ridgeway Foreign Extra Stout at about Watlington. A bit more towards the stout end of the spectrum methinks, but definitely not to the extreme. To me more roastiness with less malt leans porter. And spiciness too. The whole Porter/Stout thing could take up volumes, so let’s leave that for another day. Any way you look at it, I enjoyed tonight’s exemplar.

A month ago, I savoured a Lump of Coal Stout by this same brewery. It leaned more stout – not imperial or barrel-aged, or any of that - just stout - with a little smokiness (perhaps from the coal). As I checked it in, I checked into the history of The Ridgeway, the 5,000-year-old, 137km trail that stretches from Overton Hill near Avebury, Wiltshire, to Ivinghoe Beacon near Tring, Buckinghamshire. More about this ancient track can be found at The History of the Ridgeway, an ancient pathway (historic-uk.com). What caught my eye was the “hill figure” along the trail on White Horse Hill in Uffington. The figure of a 374 foot long “chalk horse” is set into the hill.

The figure was made by digging trenches in the shape of a horse, exposing the white chalk bedrock below. It is suggested to view this figure from nearby Woolstone Hill, but it is even better seen from the air. One theory is that the people who created it wanted it to be seen by the gods. Or maybe we should shift into full History Channel mode and suggest that perhaps they received instructions on how to build it from aliens. Think crop circles made of chalk. Soundtrack: Aliens Exist, by Blink 182:

"Hey Mom, there’s something in the backroom, Hope it’s not the creatures from above, You used to tell me stories, as if my dreams were boring, We all know conspiracies are dumb."

"What if people knew that these were real? I’d leave my closet door open all night, I know the CIA would say, 'What you hear is all hearsay', Wish someone would tell me what was right."

If they really want to bring in the tourists, they can put up signs like this along the Ridgeway:

More theories about the creators of the hill figure and their intentions can be found at: The Mystery of the White Horse of Uffington | Ancient Origins (ancient-origins.net)

Nearby is Dragon Hill where it is believed that St. George killed a dragon. Legend has it that grass no longer grows where the dragon’s blood seeped into the ground. Gnarly!

The Ridgeway is hereby added to my mythical tour of Britian. George and the Dragon Pub in Minneapolis is added to the list of places to possibly visit in January along with the nearby Town Hall Tap.

Until next time: Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the beers.

#White Horse Hill #Ridgeway #Aliens Exist #Twelve Majestic Lies #Blink 182 #History Channel

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letmusicspeaks · 4 months

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#ridgeway #Spotify

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swindongangshow · 9 months

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There's still time to join the gang!

We’ve had two excellent rehearsals so far and we’re now on a break over the summer holidays, but there is still time to sign up and join the cast for the show at the Wyvern theatre in November. We will be accepting new cast members until our first rehearsal back on Sunday the 3rd of September. Join the gang here! Our show is open to members of Swindon North & Ridgeway Scouting Districts…

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#gang show #guides #Ridgeway #scouts #Swindon #variety show #Wiltshire North #Wyvern theatre

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yourniagararealtor · 1 year

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premierclocks · 9 months

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#grandfather clock #premier clocks #ridgeway #home decor #design #clock #floor clock #home office #home office decor #office decor #history #culture

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kangaroo-writes-trash · 1 year

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“Rumours”

My bed is empty, most nights. It’s barely strong enough to carry me. The other half, a well-designed mess, a facade of my design. I’m elsewhere, most nights. Questionable business held in the office of a dark alley, information craved, so I feed. A daring heist lit by the spectacle of a ball, a gown for a prize, and a princess for a foe. I’m not me, most nights. The comfort of a mask, and clothes made for somebody else. My hair sits black, braided down, and makeup staining my skin. A disguise tailored by loving hands. I’ve been hearing my name, most nights. A husband and a wife, who mourned my absence. But in the same breath, cheered my light. The humble wedding of a tied ribbon, and a vow. A promise to carry it forward. Then came a woman’s whispers, her wrists plenty healed from their time wrapped in chains. She’s a weaver, now. I’ve heard of blankets made of the softest spider’s silk, handed out on corners. A song echoed its way to my halls. He who asks for nothing, but a smile and a meal and a promise to pass it on. He who leaves a favour and a canvas. I haven’t painted in years. A hobby abandoned alongside a ring. My work is tireless, I’ve not had the pleasure of attending a wedding. Or to live the life of a saviour. But they bless my name, nonetheless. I started there, with that married couple. Their excitement overflowing at the chance to show me their son. His name, carved into the frame of a painting not my hue. I declined to stay the night. I followed where my footprints led. Through a city and a college, a student turned mycologist. Thanks were given alongside wine, for my help on his study. And a request to thank my little friend for her help. Cities and towns and villages all alike knew me, and I couldn’t reciprocate. A widow thanked me for a wonderful speech. My name sat etched on a plaque, an orphanage built off my kindness and coin. I found my other half, halfway through a lesson. Some features unfamiliar, but I knew that chin. I knew the voice better than my own. I know those eyes. The students were open, and loud, and witty, they welcomed whatever tirade he had started, and they flourished within it. They loved him. As they should. My bed is empty, most nights. But it’s stronger. I’ve eased the mess smaller, and a spider-silken blanket feigns the comfort of arms I’m no longer allowed. I’m elsewhere, most nights. My work keeps me as much as I keep it, a pious man who takes, I treat him to the same. But when I’m not, I sit in the shadow of a classroom. I’m not me, most nights. These faces flourish with my touch. But those words reach me still. Carried by the wind, they pour through my window each night, and I’m made new through a vow well-kept, and a promise to carry it forward. Each new rumour, a love letter.

#draft #writing #oc #diarmuid #ridgeway #wc: 521

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