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tblrnaturespace · 7 months
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Relax and enjoy a no talking nature walk around the Elizabethan Trerice National Trust Gardens in Cornwall in full 4K Ultra High Definition Take in the birdsong and activity on this lovely Autumn day. No Talking just a continuous walk around the estate.
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rps-addicted · 10 months
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Eric and Trevor's (current and FunPak) future children
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 11 months
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We have here Crowley on the bench reading the Tadfield Advertiser :)
The articles are:
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...home ... in 45 years with a picture of a post box. Perhaps a letter found after a long time?
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Norton Institute reports its highest intage of students since opening in 1888. but the picture is of the Trerice Manor.
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Is apparently the article from Daily Express 16.04.2019: BILLIONS STILL OWED TO MILLIONS • Have you spoken up about the PPI compensation you may be owed? • We’re talking about billions of pounds owed to millions of people • Up to £7,000 could be owed to you* • Time is running out and you could miss your right to PPI repayment Our PPI check is FREE, so what are you waiting for?
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Henderson Used Cars
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Is Tadfield The Best Village In England, According to voters of latest "Best Village in England" poll Tadfield really is the loveliest place to live, Entirely perfect weather AGM for Tadfield
The picture is I think from Hambleden where Tadfield was shot in S1 :).
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Fresh Produce, Reasonable Prices, Healthy living, Every Seond Tuesday in the Church
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centuriespast · 2 years
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Mary Scrope, the Honourable Mrs Henry Arundell John Michael Wright (1617–1694) National Trust, Trerice
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composite-matter · 6 years
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Trerice, Cornwall
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ditzyblog · 3 years
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I was so excited to find a gluten free scone in the cafe! They even had dairy free butter. Andy had the full cream tea 😉 Only milk alternatives at NT seem to be oat (contains gluten) and soya (which most dairy intolerant people are also intolerant of) but the black decaf was nice. Lots of vegetarian snd vegan cakes! And the staff? Well they were beyond amazing and helpful #glutefree #lactosefree #vegetarian #vegan #coffee #coffeeshops #tearooms #fibromyalgi#fnd #arthritis #disabledaccess #eatingout #nationaltrust #trerice #cornwall (at Trerice) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRwOAGlr82a/?utm_medium=tumblr
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timlane1978 · 6 years
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Cornwall 2
It was a dark and stormy night. The storm we had been expecting arrived sometime in the night and the thunder was so close and so loud that it shook the building. It also poured down biblically which sounded like hail on the roof. The girls slept through it and we were very glad we choose to stay in a room rather than the campsite.
Quite a lot of people were staying in the campsite and we saw the refugees coming in to dry off while we were eating a hearty full English. The manager greeted each one with "you survived then?".
After breakfast it was feeding time for the animals and we went round in a group with buckets af grain for the chickens, pigs, goats etc. The girls had a go but lost interest after a while and we wandered over to the trampolines and wooden fort. Here we meet a little girl who's mum and sister were doing the feeding but who couldn't join in because she "picks up anything" whatever that means. She told me she was a big girl and so was her sister. I ignored this threat and kept an eye on her till het Mum got back.
We exercised our National Trust membership with a visit to Trerice house. Apparently the inspiration for Trenwith in Poldark. We were surprised to be able to walk around the inside of the house without the girls touching or breaking anything.
Then we went for a cream tea in the tea room which was messy but very well received. We had neglected to bring bibs. There were other thigs to doo in Trerice, we had a game of quoits and a run in the corn maze, Ķlara insisted on a visit to the second hand book shop before we left.
The weather had defied the forecast again and it was properly sunny as we were passing Watergate bay so wet stopped for some more beach time. Again I was not really dressed for the beach and I actually wore wellies for a while. I soon took them off and rolled my trousers up again.
The girls had lots of fun swimming in the large rock pools and we waded in with them. The tide was slowly coming in and as each pool disappeared we moved up to the next one. I timed running back to move the boots and things just right and the spot they were on went under water a minute later.
The beach got smaller and the crowd got closer together until eventually it was time to head to Em&Eds. Cornwall is not a very good place to get a phone signal and wet were having trouble getting the Google map directions to their house. Luckily we were able to call in at the farm and use their Wi-Fi without even getting out of the car.
At Em and Eds we sat in the garden in the sun and held the baby and played with the dog. The girls are not afraid of Pip anymore and were happy to pet her and pull her tale, something that Pip will endure but which they might not want to try on other dogs.
We bathed the girls in the new big freestanding bath as we only had a shower at the hotel and we had already filled that with sand. Em and Ed cooked us a very nice curry for dinner that evening.
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englishmodernism · 6 years
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Trerice Rena Gardiner Lithograph from her 1974 guide to Trerice, Cornwall. Hand drawn, printed and bound by Rena from her cottage in Tarrant Monkton, but distributed and commissioned by the National Trust, a fruitful partnership during her life. #renagardiner #trerice #cornwall @nationaltrust #lithography #selfpublishing #countryhouse
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springersandpearls · 7 years
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Trerice by Roy Reed Via Flickr: View from the Kayling Lawn
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rps-addicted · 1 year
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Ortensia’s wise words. Thanks, little lady 🥲
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livesunique · 6 years
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Trerice Manor, Newquay, Cornwall
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ghaniblue · 3 years
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The Problem with Non-Euclidean Geometry
written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt Parallel. Thanks to @hbee and @mystisblom for telling me this made sense. | 1.2k of angst. Someone ban me from Wikipedia. | also on AO3
Two straight lines in a plane that do not intersect at any point are said to be parallel.
'Malfoy heir disappeared without a trace!' the headline in the Prophet read. Draco leaned over Harry's shoulder and scoffed. "They really could've chosen a more flattering picture."
Draco reached for Harry's cup of tea like always but his fingers never touched the ceramic.
Harry spread out the map on their kitchen table in Grimmauld Place. There were cross marks and scribbled circles all over the place.
"What about this one?" Draco asked, peering at a note that said 'talk to the proprietor'. "I don't remember visiting this store." Harry underlined something in his notebook about Trerice House in Kestell. So that was good, Harry was getting closer to fixing this. "Don't forget to look through my notes in the study. You know I write everything down. And talk to Hermione."
"We should've come here together," Draco said, looking up the path that led toward the Zennor Quoit, at the green farmland and blooming purple heather. "It's quite lovely, don't you think?"
Draco turned around when Harry did not appear next to him. Hunched over his notebook, Harry had no eyes for the beauty of Cornwall in summer. Trerice House had not offered the answers they had hoped. If they had come here together, maybe Draco would not be in this mess. Or, maybe they'd both be stuck now. No, Draco admonished himself, Harry needed to stay unstuck. Draco was still learning to be less selfish. He was a work in progress, as he used to tell Harry all the time.
Hermione, Ron and Harry had their heads bent together over Harry's notes. Now and then Hermione referenced something in a battered edition of Spellman's Syllabary. The kitchen table was covered in books, Muggle and Wizarding: The Thirteen Books of Euclid's Elements (Draco's), the latest of Lukas Karuzos' Arithmancy books (Hermione's), Ley Lines and Cream Tea, and Apparition and the Problem of Infinity (both Draco's). "What does parallel pros—postulate mean?" Ron asked, his face scrunched up.
Draco was pacing behind them; back and forth, back and forth. "I don't want to tell you how to do this," Draco declared—he was lying, of course; he was getting rather agitated about how long it took to fix this pickle he had found himself in—"but Euclid is not the answer." Nobody paid him any mind. Draco threw up his hands. "He is the problem! It's all in my notes, don't you see? Infinity! We need to find the horizon!" Nobody answered.
Harry sat at their kitchen table with his notebook open in front of him. Now and then he consulted the map, made a note and went back to reading and re-reading his notebook. His eyes were bloodshot and his face had started disappearing underneath his beard sometime three months ago. He needed a haircut.
"It's alright, darling, go to sleep," Draco said. "I'm right here."
Ron kept staggering against the wall. Harry might not look like much, but he weighed a ton. Especially when his own two feet were no help keeping him upright like now.
"I hate this," Draco complained, following them up the stairs. He could hear the sound of bottles being vanished by Hermione: clink-clink from the parlour and kitchen and back garden. Draco hoped she knew some teetotaler protection wards for the house. "I don't know how to help him," he confided to Ron.
Molly bellowed for Charlie to hurry up and come downstairs and help put up the Christmas tree. "Take care of him for me?" Draco asked, but he already knew she would.
Hermione and Harry sat in front of the fireplace, his head on Hermione's shoulder. Draco settled down next to her. "You are the smartest person I know," he began, "so you already know he will not ask for anything. You have to promise me to make him ask for what he needs. Promise me." Hermione took Harry's hand and squeezed. "Good." Draco nodded. "That's decided then."
Draco crouched on the ground next to Harry. It was a beautiful day for February in Wiltshire, with crisp clear air and a bright blue sky. It had even snowed last night. "I did not expect so many people to come, " Draco said, fingers tracing a particularly lovely wreath of camellia. "It was rather nice, all things considered."
Draco was lying. He never wanted to see Mother cry ever again.
Draco's robes were laid out on the bed next to his shirts and waistcoats. "Maybe you could donate them," Hermione offered, her voice careful.
"Yes," Harry said, his fingers tracing the leaf pattern of an emerald-green waistcoat with silver thread. It was Draco's favourite. "Maybe." Draco did not look, he was resolutely staring out the window.
Harry hugged Ron outside the Leaky. "That's brilliant. I'm so happy for you two." Draco watched Harry's face. It's been so long since he's seen Harry smile.
"Don't tell Hermione I blabbed." Ron laughed. "She'll kill me."
It was just a blink, not even a look, really; but Draco's eyes followed the man weaving his way towards the bar anyway. He was tall, slender and blond. Draco looked at Harry who was frowning into his beer.
Draco swallowed hard. He could do this, for Harry he could be generous and selfless. "You're allowed," Draco whispered across the table, even though his insides felt all twisted up. "Darling, it's alright."
Draco watched in fascination as the dark lines appeared on Harry's skin. Ron was with them, looking slightly queasy with the procedure but here nevertheless. Charlie ran his wand over Harry's wrist once more and muttered another spell. The air seemed to shimmer over the new tattoo before sinking like mist into the skin.
Silver grey ley lines bisected by parallel lines meeting at the horizon, one red one green.
Harry lay curled up in their bed, on his side of the bed, with his glasses and a book which Draco had talked Harry into reading two years ago on the side table. The bookmark was perennially stuck at page 78. At the rate Harry was going, he would need infinity to finish it. That was alright with Draco. Draco had nothing but time now. Harry's brow was creased and he fidgeted like he couldn't get comfortable. He had always been a restless sleeper, twisting up the sheets or waking Draco up in the middle of the night with indistinct mutterings that sounded far too close to pleas.
Draco lay down next to Harry, on his side of the bed, and watched. Harry was clutching a pillow to his chest, Draco's pillow. Draco reached out a hand across the divide. "I miss you, too."
Two straight lines in a plane that do not intersect at any point are said to be parallel. Why then do parallel lines meet at infinity?
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badskippy · 6 years
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Trerice House, Cornwall, England ... the perfect Elizabethan/Gothic mansion
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gordies57 · 2 years
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Today is northern Cornwall - OMG the roads are narrow! "Trerice" Elizabethan house and grounds, built in the 1500s. About 12°C today with a little sun at times... in addition we have tulips, snow drops and hyacinth here. Gorgeous small place.
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ditzyblog · 3 years
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Beautiful flower beds and of course a picture of a bumblebee #nationaltrust #nature #flowers #gardens #cornwall #trerice #photography https://www.instagram.com/p/CRwOLpmLVkx/?utm_medium=tumblr
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tattooedequestrian · 4 years
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✨Trerice✨
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