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retrogamingblog2 · 1 year
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Snom curling
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Map of Curling Clubs in the US
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Stella Heiss
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Nico Hischier, curling skip?
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The first pic is of Blair McNaughton taking part in a curling 'Grand Match' of the Royal Caledonian Curling Club on Loch Leven, Kinross, 28th January 1959.
Also called The Bonspiel a Grand Match is the Mecca for all curlers who truly love the game and it's traditions. It is a contest between the curlers in the North of Scotland matched against their counterparts in the South, and is held out-doors when there is sufficient frost to give ice of adequate thickness and quality at the chosen venue. It has been described as the biggest team game in the world. Last held in 1979, it was played by 1200 curlers each side !
Pics are of curling through the ages
There's a wee clip of the 1959 Bonspiel at the link below.
https://movingimage.nls.uk/film/5489
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knithacker · 2 months
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Crochet a Cute Curling Rock Pincushion: 👉 https://buff.ly/39SpWrp 🥌
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jaubaius · 1 year
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So,remember your car also needs to stop on it too. 
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roamingtigress · 3 months
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OK but imagine the RDR2 characters playing the sport of curling. Certain character combinations would be dynamite on the ice, be it in the four person game, Mixed Doubles, Mixed.
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tomjamesavery · 4 months
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Little Hinny drabble I wrote. I am not a writer, so please bear with me and don't expect too much. :'D
Coldness and Curling. inspired by @fizzyginfizz, @honeydukesheroine and @ginnyw-potter Ginny’s laugh echoed over the snowy field as she was running, turning around sporadically to look over her shoulder.
January had come and gone and February brought a new wave of fresh snow, which arrived together with a strong and freezing cold front. Ginny finally stopped in her tracks, whipping her brows off the icy little flakes of snow that were sitting there, she was wearing a long grey coat with a blood-red Gryffindor scarf that had her mum's knitting written all over it. She merely had time to wipe some of the snow off her trousers before a strong force tackled her from behind, making them both tumble face first into the soft fresh, and to her dismay, freezing cold snow
“Ha—mph-arry” the words struggling to leave her mouth through the dense snow as she scrambled through the thick layer of white, furiously swatting at the giggling figure of her boyfriend, laying half on her back and half in the snow behind her.
In the blink of an eye she was back on her legs, already scooping up a big pile of snow, and before Harry had contemplated what she was doing a huge pile of snow landed on his face, oh so conveniently making it into his jacket and jumper.
He let out a high screech that had Ginny cross her arms in front of her chest in victorious fashion, a smirk crossing her features.
She had a glint in her eyes as she watched him struggling to get the snow out from under his clothing, and couldn’t contain her giggle when it seemed to reach yet another patch of bare skin in his unfortunate attempts to get rid of it.
Ginny laughed “Come on, stop acting like you’re made out of sugar, it’s not like you’d melt” she raised an eyebrow, another small smirk crossing her lips “Not that I’d complain, if I'd get to lick you up afterward.” earning her a sharp intake of breath from Harry, as she finally took a step towards him, helping him to get rid of the last freezing remnants still trapped in under his shirt. “What do you mean with, lick me up” Harry breathed, his cheeks flushed not only from the cold of the snow. Ginny’s eyes twinkled “Well if you would stop acting like a damsel, maybe you would find out,” she told him with a smirk  “Now come on, or you’ll really turn into an icicle out here.” she gestured towards the village of Hogsmeade, that they were on their way to “let’s get back and warm up a bit”. They strode towards the village in compassionate silence, only broken by the sounds of the freshly fallen snow, crunching under their boots, as they held hands, their cheeks flushed pink from the freezing weather.
They stepped through the gates of the village and Ginny’s eyes fell on a huge tent that was spread out over the main square of the little wizarding village. she turned towards Harry, eyes wide “What is this, I have never seen this before” Harry only shrugged as he met her gaze, the same confused look on his face as on hers “I have no idea, do you want to check it out?”
Ginny had not to be told twice as she took off towards the peculiar tent, leaving Harry standing behind her, and she slowly took in the object in front of her. The Tent was red and white striped and reminded her of those muggle circuses her Dad told her about when she was younger, yet it still kept this distinct look, that instantly told her, that this was indeed not a muggle’s work, but something magical. She reached the front and stared at the big entrance in awe “Magical Curling Tournament” she silently mouthed the words written in big ornate script across the front opening of the tent, as she heard Harry coming to a stop right behind her. “Magical Curling? Never heard of that, what’s that even supposed to mean?” his voice confused. Ginny turned towards him, and their eyes met, and she almost lost herself in the deep emerald green orbs of her boyfriend, before she caught herself again “I have no clue, but why not go in and find out” she quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him in behind her, earning her a low giggle that made her cheeks heat up.
They scurried through the large tent, taking in the various decorations and fancy craftmanship, as they stepped onto a wooden platform, which seemed to be carved to a Christmas theme, with little reindeers and brooms, making up the handrails.
“Look, they’re throwing these things” Harry pointed to her left making her eyes snap to the peculiar scene of a portly old wizard throwing something that she couldn’t describe, onto a long field that seemed to be fully made out of ice. She was about to take a step towards the show as the older wizard simply stumbled on the slippery floor, landing butt first on the ice, and rewarding them with a loud and clear hiccup, that in combination with his very red nose told her, that he might have had a butterbeer or two too much.
She turned around and met her boyfriends amused gaze, as they both let out a quiet laughter, that made her warm from the inside. Before she could say anything else a female voice broke them out of their badly hidden laughing fit, making her now turn toward the stranger. “Do you want to try as well? It's five galleons per hour” The witch was smiling at them and at the visibly unsure looks on their faces, continued talking “Ohh, it’s no problem if you don’t know how it works, I can show you and we provide the curls and brooms as well” she told them honestly. Ginny looked at Harry, who shot her a confirming smile, before she turned back towards the friendly witch, with a bright smile “Sure, why not, seems fun enough” as the witch simply beamed at her. They listened attentively as the witch whose name they learned was Miranda, explained to them the basic rules and what to do as well as not to. Harry looked like his head was spinning but Ginny was following her. As Miranda finally finished explaining the Game to them, Harry seemed overwhelmed as he shook his head “I feel like I know even less than before.” making Ginny laugh, “No, I think I got it, it doesn’t sound that complicated to be honest” she turned towards the ice field, a confident look on her face “since we’re only two, I think we can leave the brooms, like Miranda said, and just focus on getting our Curl as close to the Centre as possible” Harry nodded, “got it” he took in her excited form raising his eyebrows in amusement, “Do you want to go first?” Ginny eagerly nodded “The queen always goes first!” she exclaimed, making him snort, as she picked up her first curl. It felt heavier than she expected, and she carefully lifted it, making her way towards the throwing line. She focused her look on the red and yellow circle that was her goal and evened her breathing as she felt Harry’s eyes burn on the back of her head. With a swift step forward she released the curl in one big motion, that made it skate across the ice towards the circle with an alarming speed. She held her breath as it seemed to slow down, seemingly unsure to keep going, as it finally came to a halt right next to the middle of the circle, making her let out a winning “Haaa!” She turned towards Harry whose mouth was wide open as he stared at the curl, placed almost perfectly in the Centre of the Circle, seemingly not believing the sight that had played out before his own eyes.
She straightened her back, crossing her arms in her classic victory pose, that he knew all too well. “The Queen strikes, the Queen scores!” Her lips curled as her confident gaze lingered on her boyfriend who still seemed frozen in time, before he finally shook his head and met her eyes. A smile crossing his lips, which made him look way more handsome than he had any right to be “You are a menace” he breathed, now stepping towards her, as his arms circled around the small of her back, and Ginny’s hands went around his neck instinctively as their faces were now mere centimetres from each other and she could feel his hot breath on her lips “And you love it” she mocked him, before their lips crashed into each other, as they lost themselves in each other’s embrace, making the world feel just right. No cold front, no ice, and no snow stopping the heat that seared through their bodies at this very moment, as the curls laid next to them completely forgotten.
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lgbtqreads · 2 months
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Happy National Girls and Women in Sports Day 2024!
Happy National Girls and Women in Sports Day! In celebration of this day, here are a whole bunch of books that center queer girls and women in sports! (For even more recs, check out 2022‘s post!) Fiction You Don’t Have a Shot by Racquel Marie Valentina “Vale” Castillo-Green’s life revolves around soccer. Her friends, her future, and her father’s intense expectations are all wrapped up in the…
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justesurlapeau · 4 months
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mapsontheweb · 9 months
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Highest Ranked Men's Curling by Country.
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mormezarlik · 2 months
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"Onu zaten öylesine götürdük"
"Nova zaten yedeklerde,onu hiç kullanmıcaz"
"Nova yedeklerde zaten sizin asıl iyi oynamanız lazım"
Beni oyuncakları gibi kullanmalarından bıktım.Onlar için yedek bile değilim nerdeyse.Beni ordan oraya taşımalarından bıktım..
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vintagepromotions · 9 months
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Travel poster for Grindelwald, Switzerland, featuring a couple curling on ice (c. 1960).
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