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If anyone remembers Yarti who used to post on here, he made a really neat hideout for some characters of his known as the Paint Gang.
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Day One Hundred and Three
A lazy start to today after the lack of sleep and challenging hills of yesterday, I slept like a log despite the traffic rushing by not far from me!
Packing up and making my way, it's back onto NCN Route 2 to roll over the Rivers Yarty and Axe and up the road to head into Axminster to top up on supplies. There's a good deal of ache still in the legs so I'm taking my time today.
Stocked up for the day ahead, I have a check of the map. Route 2 tracks a little inland from the coast proper, but looks to forge a solid path eastwards and will mean a lot less stress with navigation, so I plan on sticking with it awhile yet.
Onwards! Out from Axminster and the route follows some uqiet country lanes as it begins its long climb uphill once more.
The day is very grey and cloudy this morning, and a fine drizzle is coming down. But given that I'll soon be damp enough from sweating my way up the hills, it's not even worth breaking the waterproofs out for.
Along the farm lanes I go, with the route taking a looping course around the fields. The hilltops around me are touched by low-lying clouds again, continuing to give the landscape a ghostly quality as I head into Dorset's AONB.
Dropping down from the hills the road leada in to the back streets of the pleasant town of Bridport, which I head into to have a nice sit and rest the legs a little.
Heading out of Bridport, the cycle route charts a nice little course along the River Asker, around the streets of Bradpole, and then out into the countryside once more.
The road swings south to cross over the A35 and continues up as it heads up the moorlands and through the Valley of Stones National Nature Reserve.
The hills are brushing the clouds up here and whisps of them are easily visible floating across the landscape as I ride by.
With so much of the land obscured it's easy to forget how high up I've been climbing today, until the road leada down a long zooming descent that gives a lovely payoff to the effort of the day so far and, descending out from the clouds, gives a good view of the landscape ahead.
Along through more farm lanes, Route 2 crosses back over the A road again to lead into Dorchester, where the school run is in full flow. I decide to duck out of the traffic here and take another needed break to refuel and rest my limbs.
Heading out east again, there's a nice run of off-traffic riding past some busy roads before hitting the quieter country lanes again, with the route taking a pleasingly flatter course along this stretch. Whilst the evening is approaching, the going here is pretty easy and it's not much work to eat up the miles despite the tiredness in the legs.
After rising along past some nice forested sections by the rail line, before I know it I've hit the town of Wool. A check of the map shows a good deal of forested areas on the route ahead, so I keep ploughing at it awhile yet.
To the south of thus section is an MOD firing range and the red flags are up, meaning I am definitely keeping clear of stepping into a live firing area. But the going is still pleasingly easy after the last few days, and it's no trouble to keep heading on.
Finally I spot a likely patch of trees just off the road a little short of Wareham, which closer investigation leads me to finding a great sheltered patch to pitch up in. The forecast has a possibility of some hail in the early morning, so a bit of extra cover is always helpful!
With dusk falling and a nearby owl hooting into the twilight, it's time for me to get some rest before doing it all over again tomorrow, which should hopefully include some excellent seaside riding.
TTFN!
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Cash for Charities: Ferne Animal Sanctuary in line to win share of £16k
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Cash for Charities: Ferne Animal Sanctuary in line to win share of £16k
A SOMERSET sanctuary that has cared for animals for 83 years could receive a share of a huge cash giveaway – but it needs your help.
Our parent company’s charitable arm, The Gannett Foundation, has provided £128,000 to support local charities across the country, and we have £16,000 to distribute in the Wales and West region.
We asked readers to nominate charities which our editorial team narrowed down to 10 across the region – including three in Somerset – that will share the money.
Readers can now collect voting tokens from our newspapers that will be used to allocate cash to each shortlisted charity proportionally.
If your chosen charity receives 25 per cent of all tokens collected, it will receive 25 per cent of the £16,000 (a total of £4,000).
Ferne Animal Sanctuary, based in Wambrook, is one of the charities that will be allocated a share of the money after voting closes on Sunday, November 20.
It plans to use the money to undertake vital refurbishment work to its chinchilla house, which currently provides a home for 12 unwanted chinchillas and degus.
The charity believes the renovation will cost £2,535. This will cover the cost of marine plywood, quartz tiles, sealant, paint, adhesive, storage units, and labour.
The charity rehabilitates and rehomes dogs, cats, horses, ponies and small animals. (Image: Ferne Animal Sanctuary)
Louise Evans, fundraiser at Ferne Animal Sanctuary, said: “As the chinchillas need quite specific heating, we want to completely revamp the chinchilla house and make it more appropriate.
“If we make any more (than the £2,535 figure), we could upgrade it even more.
“We have token collection boxes in each of our charity shops in Ilminster, Chard and Crewkerne, and at our visitor centre in Wambrook.
“With the cost-of-living crisis, we’re getting inundated with people asking us to take in their pets. We tend to rehome and rehabilitate within a 40-mile radius, so we really are a local charity.”
The sanctuary was founded after the outbreak of World War II by Nina Douglas-Hamilton, the Duchess of Hamilton and Brandon, at her Ferne Estate in Dorset.
She founded the charity because she realised that people going to war had nobody to take care of their animals and needed to find them temporary homes.
Since then, it has rehomed and rehabilitated thousands of animals.
In 1975, it moved to its current premises overlooking the River Yarty Valley, and it opened its visitor centre in 2017.
As well as the collection boxes, voting tokens can be sent to our office (County Gazette, Tangier 2, Tangier Central, Taunton, Somerset, TA1 4AS).
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MilkLand Festival 2022 Introducing the 7th of 18 Devon based brands that are uniting as one to bring you MilkLand Festival Filthy Dirty Disco - FILTHY FUNK, DIRTY HOUSE AND DISCO TECHFilthy Dirty Disco are a South West DJ collective who bring a much needed injection of mixed-up, mashed-up, maxed out music wherever they go. With an indecent predisposition to genre hopping, a disregard for purity and a party smashing attitude, prepare yourself for adulterated fun and serious dancing.Forged on the dance-floors of Devon, these women bonded over a love of music and a desire to create their own party vibe. You can count on them to bring the party wherever they play and deliver a high-energy atmosphere. Together this trio weave together styles from the latest beats to club classics to roof-raising effect.The trio have smashed it out of the park at a variety of events, from regular Exeter gigs to festival sets at Glastonbury, Beautiful Days, Altitude and Bristol’s Speigeltent- it turns out that everybody loves a bit of filth! WHO are Filthy Dirty Disco?Sofie F - has caused riots at the barricades wherever she plays (Dark Knights, Magic Hatstand, Fluke, The Stables, The Bishops Blaize, Yarty Party and Love Summer Festivals) with a slamming concoction of twisted tech, nu-disco and classic house.Jessica Joy is a veteran DJ of the Bristol, London and Sydney party scenes (Blue Mountain, Thekla, Cosies, Fabric, Bug Bar, Home, Finger Lickin) and festival stalwart who loves to rock a room with her mix of underground disco, slamming soul and dirty baseline's. Miss Demeaner deploys filthy funk, riotous mashups and slinky grooves to killer effect, be it a house party or a basement bar.HOW do they react to Filthy Dirty Disco?“The perfect example of how to be a bad example” “The mixing was the only clean thing all night” “They’ll play any style with the right vibe – if you really want to put this night in a box, just make sure it’s locked and kept out of the reach of children” Ticket Link: https://bit.ly/366KLkowww.milklandfestival.co.uk
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[ Fanar ] - [ The Fine and the Fair ]
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I try not to let her see it. My eyes turn skywards or to the toe of my boots, my mind like this smoke, curled and twisted. The pipe and thoughts of last night do well to ease it, but it is a fleeting thing. I like to think it normal to be this nervous, that I am not losing my mind. The fingers fiddle with belt loops or jingle keys maddeningly, tightening about the axe shaft until the leather wears thin. It is like that. A certain mood just hangs overhead and will not part, the thought of monsters in the dark, the Berne and those yet to show themselves, and the ever-present chime of coming temple-bells. I hear it in the ambience, be it in the blacksmith's hammer or call of crows at dusk. Beneath the chime and quick to overtake it, a bellowing thunder and the steady winding of clocks, the turn of gears and the roaring engines of the deep. That thing on the peak reminded me of those times long passed. The sounds it made and the way it moved in the end. Those days are like a fever dream, but what we fought was no dream. Or maybe it was. Sometimes it feels as though I am still down there doing the work. Perhaps this life is the dream. No.
Yesterday, our carriage ride came to an end and we set about town. I booked a room at the Bannered Mare to rest and collect our thoughts. I thought it best to start fresh on the morrow, affording us some time to find Gili more fitting attire above all else. If Mother saw her like that, "A blouse cut that low will be the death of us both" I jested, taking her hand into mine. Surely she would find something more conservative in that luggage of hers, but that would have to wait, the night was ours. With sunrise, I left her to her devices, thinking to take in some morning air and find a quiet place for a smoke. So it was for an hour, perhaps a bit more, just I and my thoughts, my thoughts and I. What a terrible combination. Thankfully Gili's visage soon parted the smoke to my left. "Apologies for the wait." She said, stepping out into the sunlight. Mortified and jaw agape, my pipe clattered to the cobbled ground.
"I thought you were going to cover up?"
Before me stood Gili, clad in tight black trousers and a loose black sweater, cut to leave little to the imagination. "Be glad that I opted not to just go in the nude. I had debated as much, I'll have you know! If she'll not have me based on my clothes, then perhaps it is not to be? No. It will be fine." She giggled to herself, locking her golden gaze with mine. "And if not, we'll go together, you said as much yourself."
And so we began the dreaded march down the road toward the Snakestone homeplace in silence. Gili was in high spirits, often turning to give reassuring glances and enthused smiles. The fifteen minute walk felt like hours, the final eight steps, like years.
"Just be yourself, I suppose" With those words, we disappeared beneath the awning. I extended an unsteady hand, inching closer and closer to the door handle. Taking it into my grasp, I turned to Gili to find her with a finger held high and about to speak. "It will be fine." I took her hand, and pushed forward. The door squealed on hinges long since oiled, bringing to mind the door to the Berne's hiding place, but the aroma of homecooked food lashed at my nostrils most pleasurably. Inside stood two little Dunmer, one far more little than the other, grinning ear to ear. My Mother in a red corseted dress, and hair tied in the front as is the fashion since Cuo departed and Fannah, to her right and clasped about her waist, wore one of her light travel skirts.
As we stepped through the threshold, Mother looked up at me, eyes welling with joy. Freeing herself from Fannah, she rose to her tiptoes and into a loving embrace, whispering "Welcome home." into the leather of my vest. Holding me as though she had no intent to let go, Mother and Sister vied for control of my waist until Fannah at least seized control. She likewise looked upon me like she had that day I crawled out from the deep. It had been a good long while. Satisfied, they broke off and stepped back, taking notice of the figure behind me. "It is so good to see you again, and to meet you, Fannah." A voice called out from my back. Gili brushed past and curtsied in such a way as to emphasize her outfit or lack thereof. Mother's gaze shifted from Gili's golden eyes, down to her boots then back up to her distracting cleavage. Tiny auburn brows furled, teeth gnashed, and a unanimous inaudible hiss erupted from the pair. Gili proceeded to embrace them, one after the other, leaving them stunned.
"Pleased to meet you, Gili." Mother choked out with more than a degree of malice. She continued, "Again, you say?"
"Briefly, you attended one of my Father's balls when I was but a young girl. My father is one Tunenil Elakiit, lord of a keep and mines some ways to the East of here. He tended to invite mercenaries and the like to his events, it was his favored manner of making connections in the world. My Mother was court wizard at the time and since her unfortunate passing, I have followed in her shoes much like Fanar has followed in those of his Father. We have been through much, he and I. You've raised a fearless man." Her words prompted a scoff from Fannah. Gili glanced over at me before continuing. "Our meeting was the result of one such invitation, though I had heard tale of a many of his exploits long before ever laying eyes upon him."
Mother toyed with the brass bands below her chin, turning each one in turn, seemingly combing through the years before at last placing her finger on it. "A masquerade ball, I can see it now. Snake and I in matched-silk, flecked with gold. A bronze face for he and a beaked porcelain for I. Your Mother in a fine yellow, veiled and masked, gave us a tour of the grounds before the ball began proper. By it's end, all masks were off and we caught a rather brief glance at the three of you. Quite the resemblance, as I recall."
"You are a court wizard too then? A mage?" probed Fannah, bring her hands together.
Gili looked to me, seemingly unsure where this was heading. She contemplated a moment then lifted a drooped sleeve. "I suppose, but-", Fannah's palms ignited with a blinding flash. "So you ARE a witch! You've bewitched my brother!" She screamed, bolting forward as though she were to vaporize her with light. Just in time, I extended an arm to hold her back. "There will be none of that."
Taking her by the arm, I tugged her into the hall while Mother and Gili resumed. My first question, "Why are you here? We were heading your way on the next leg of the journey. I promised, remember?." She turned her back to me, pouting. "Did you burn my letters before reading them again?" She twirled, smacking me across the face firmly. "“Fanar wake up! I'll not have that siren whisk you away again." Oh how I've missed her. Just in time to see the blow, Father stepped out from the bathroom in a matching vest. "Caught, red-handed." I chuckled. Father's expression spoke volumes, certainly bringing back like-wise warm memories of our antics. "Here for a while, I hope." He remarked, peeking into the family room then joining us. Towering over Fannah and but an inch taller than I, he put his arms across both of our shoulders and looked to Mother and Gili. He smiled and gave me a look of total approval. "Good work, boy." He whispered, patting me on the back as he broke off and continued toward the doorway.
"Mister Snakestone himself, I presume. A pleasure to see you again as well." Gili said mid-embrace. Mother glared on, annoyed but far less so than earlier. They spoke for a few moments as Fannah and I caught up. She had long since planned this meeting and had prepared a variety of wards along the road to know of our coming. Fiolette came up in the conversation a few times before I finally interrupted to ask where she was. Mother had just finished feeding her in time to meet us at the door, our presence long announced, and had left her in the family room, sleeping soundly far and away from any potential "conflict". With much pleading, Mother agreed to allow the entire party to see her under the expectation of quiet. Seated atop the leather sofa in a lined basket not unlike what Fannah and I used as infants, lay little Fiolette. She is quite new to the world, born sometime after my first meeting Gili. I had visited a few times since her birth, but as fate is swift to call me away, we have had little interaction. Perhaps once things are settled, really settled, she'll have her big brother around more often. Gili knelt before her, much to Fannah's displeasure, brushing the back of her hand across her cheek. My wife-to-be spoke on words barely audible to those not long of ear, "May you grow as strong as Fanar, and taller than Fannah." Above her, Fannah grumbled while the rest of us smiled contently.
As the night carried on, Mother brought the sleeping Fiolette upstairs and watched over her while finishing up our meal. Summoned by bells, the rest of us shuffled upstairs and lined about a table long with many chairs. Mother and Father sat at one side, Gili and I at the other. Fannah sat with Fiolette to the outward side, where she was free to glare at Gili throughout the ordeal. The conversation bounded from one topic to another, firstly a deeper dive into Gili's past. From there, to our meeting, the search for her Mother's statue, the disappointing conclusion and continued outings to meet with me. A brief touch on Father and Mother's lives, then of my travels above and below. Next on to Fannah's profession, though she dodged the question of how it came to be as she always does. Moods went high and low depending on the story. During one such high point, I took the opportunity to make known our intent to marry, as if there were any doubt at this point, and that Fannah's temple would be our next stop after a quick visit with the Grandparents. The conversation at last came to things of late and our reason for visiting Grandfather, the thing on the peak, the Berne, the fears that this could all relate to Assut. Once she had finished her meal, Fannah pushed herself off from the table and stormed off with Fiolette. Thinking she had finally given up, I kicked back, somewhat relieved. Father and I met eye to eye, already knowing what the other was thinking. With the baby out of the room, it was a fine a time as any to light up some Elves Ears.
The family moved from room to room for a while. Gili and Mother mended well as the night carried on, there was talk of repairing her turban in the morning. I even saw she and Fannah speak without the glow of magic on several occasions toward the end. I expected worse, truth be told. The festivities continued until just before midnight, we then went our separate ways. I saw Gili to our room-to-be downstairs, Theo's old room. As Gili settled into bed, I returned to the kitchen for but a moment to see if Mother needed help with the dishes. I found her humming and rocking little Fiolette back to sleep. Best not to disturb them, I made my way back downstairs. In the long hall, I found Fannah motioning for me in front of the storeroom door. With a sigh I walked over to see what she had up her sleeve.
"Fanar, I'm sorry about tonight. I just miss how things used to be when we were little, it's more about that than about her. I'm sure she's fine, I just don't want to lose you." All but in tears, she collapsed against my chest and held tight. "You are still little, Fannah." She smiled and nestled her head closer. "You and I are leaves shaken by the same winds. I too know well the longing for days since past, I obsess over it whether I talk about it or not. But times change and all must move on, somehow." Unsure what else to say, I held her and drew long of mind, swimming through the waters of my life in search of that which I needed.
"Do you remember our last time together in Helsmyrr? Helsmyrr, a place I plan to call home once all is settled. I promise that. By the pond, dragonfly made merry above the face of the waters, and many a fish went about their lives, disturbed by naught but stray hair filtering through the planks of the dock and falling into their domain. Above said dock, once-near-mirrored forms twisted by time. The more-fair side of the coin stood above the less-fair as he dozed. A loud slap roused him from his slumber and they were soon on their way. Down the road to a ruined temple recently renewed by the more-fair. The less-fair had just returned from a grand journey, in search of one who he, in the end, could not find. The more-fair berated the less-fair. Thinking that the person he had been searching for had been a woman and being a woman of the old Mara herself, she said that when the time was right, "she" would come to him. That he should stop searching until said time was right. She was wrong, you know? The less-fair was indeed searching for someone, but the person he sought long for was himself. Purpose, meaning. A place in the world. In time he realized his purpose, he had been doing the right thing all along but was blind to it. But with one void filled, another soon opened. The less-fair chewed on the words of the more-fair, and in his travels long and far searched for the one that she had prophesied. Perhaps then he would be happy. No matter how far he went, it was a fruitless search. One day, fate brought the less-fair to a castle in the mountains and before him stood one most-fine. The one he had been searching for. That time will likewise come for the more-fair some day but until then, and beyond then, the other side of the coin will always be there, should she have need of him. She need but think of that day, and of this one."
#screenshots#skyrim#elderscrolls#storytime#writing#fanar#fannah#yarti#snakestone#gilli#family#party#celebration#oc#dunmer#nord#waifu#husbando
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found this extra shot of @yarti‘s Dhana
still excellent work by yarti, yes indeed
#skyrim#tes#tesv#The Elder Scrolls V#The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim#follower#companion#not my oc#yarti#Dhana
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The trio
Yarti belongs to @yarti
Nita belongs to @small-paw
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Avaline & Yarti in Bruma
This is more of a not safe 4 work kinda thing but you can check it out HERE
on the side note, at least this bruma mod is now stable.
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smol cute set. Yarti belongs to @yarti
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Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared
The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!
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Cool Kirby Fact #14: Yin Yarn has been last seen passed out on a ditch behind a bar in Detroit.
the twins yartied too hard 😔 i hope theyre ok
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Assalamualaikum, kpd kwn2 yg namanya di sebut tlg ke kantor (bimas) 1. Ismail razi 2. Reka syukriati 3. Wasirta 4. Rahmad faizil 5. Rizki sayura 6. Halimun 7. Ermaliza 8. Yarti. Ada hal mendesak yg harus di laksanakan. https://www.instagram.com/p/B_Oq1FBHW3_/?igshid=bxb3lhvtzs4g
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Cash for Charities: Ferne Animal Sanctuary in line to win share of £16k
New Post has been published on https://petnews2day.com/pet-industry-news/pet-charities/cash-for-charities-ferne-animal-sanctuary-in-line-to-win-share-of-16k/
Cash for Charities: Ferne Animal Sanctuary in line to win share of £16k
A SOMERSET sanctuary that has cared for animals for 83 years could receive a share of a huge cash giveaway – but it needs your help.
Our parent company’s charitable arm, The Gannett Foundation, has provided £128,000 to support local charities across the country, and we have £16,000 to distribute in the Wales and West region.
We asked readers to nominate charities which our editorial team narrowed down to 10 across the region – including three in Somerset – that will share the money.
Readers can now collect voting tokens from our newspapers that will be used to allocate cash to each shortlisted charity proportionally.
If your chosen charity receives 25 per cent of all tokens collected, it will receive 25 per cent of the £16,000 (a total of £4,000).
Ferne Animal Sanctuary, based in Wambrook, is one of the charities that will be allocated a share of the money after voting closes on Sunday, November 20.
It plans to use the money to undertake vital refurbishment work to its chinchilla house, which currently provides a home for 12 unwanted chinchillas and degus.
The charity believes the renovation will cost £2,535. This will cover the cost of marine plywood, quartz tiles, sealant, paint, adhesive, storage units, and labour.
The charity rehabilitates and rehomes dogs, cats, horses, ponies and small animals. (Image: Ferne Animal Sanctuary)
Louise Evans, fundraiser at Ferne Animal Sanctuary, said: “As the chinchillas need quite specific heating, we want to completely revamp the chinchilla house and make it more appropriate.
“If we make any more (than the £2,535 figure), we could upgrade it even more.
“We have token collection boxes in each of our charity shops in Ilminster, Chard and Crewkerne, and at our visitor centre in Wambrook.
“With the cost-of-living crisis, we’re getting inundated with people asking us to take in their pets. We tend to rehome and rehabilitate within a 40-mile radius, so we really are a local charity.”
The sanctuary was founded after the outbreak of World War II by Nina Douglas-Hamilton, the Duchess of Hamilton and Brandon, at her Ferne Estate in Dorset.
She founded the charity because she realised that people going to war had nobody to take care of their animals and needed to find them temporary homes.
Since then, it has rehomed and rehabilitated thousands of animals.
In 1975, it moved to its current premises overlooking the River Yarty Valley, and it opened its visitor centre in 2017.
As well as the collection boxes, voting tokens can be sent to our office (Chard and Ilminster News, Tangier 2, Tangier Central, Taunton, Somerset, TA1 4AS).
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