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The Tower, Woolstone, Oxfordshire
In 1938 John Betjeman wrote a feature on ‘Gentlemen’s Follies’ for Country Life magazine. In it he noted a number of well-known follies, including the then very new tower built by Lord Berners at Faringdon, close to where Betjeman lived. He also mentioned another local folly, a tower in the village of Woolstone (then Berkshire, now Oxfordshire). So whilst the house above doesn’t look much like a…
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Escape From New York (1981) Poster by Scott Woolston
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An American Werewolf in London (1981)
Artwork by Scott Woolston
#john landis#an american werewolf in london#werewolf#horror#cult#80s cinema#poster#movie#scott woolston#art#illustration
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#avatars#2019#200*320#200x320#ranochja#vinnie woolston#vinnie woolston avatars#faceclaim#rpg#ressources rpg#avatars rpg#forum rpg
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Men’s style Magazine FW 2011 - Vinnie Woolston - Photographed by Trevor King
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#woolston #naturereserve #ssi #rivermersey #trees #treesofinstagram #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhitephotographer #blackandwhitephotographylovers #blackandwhite #bnwlovers #bnw_photography #bnwshots #bnw_captures (at The Woolston Eyes Nature Reserve) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfAFepyttVO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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"Everyone needs an entry-level position. Everyone needs to start somewhere, get that practical experience, and develop natural skills. Even if, like Abernathy's, the natural skill waiting to be developed is cruelty."
- MARTians by Blythe Woolston (pg 10)
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2nd January 2023: Blog 1 of 2-Woolston, Weston Shore, Titchfield Canal and home
We had a packed day today visiting a few places to look for birds, and saw lots more for the first time this year and some crackers. Firstly it was something we did on the bank holiday day at the start of last year too funnily enough, have a look at a building site at Woolston to unsuccessfully look for a Black Redstart that has been there. It was nice to see Starling, Feral Pigeon and a few Pied Wagtails here. I also enjoyed seeing pretty groundsel which the second picture in this photoset shows, spurge and some possible shepherd’s purse or mustard in the way of plants as well as some lovely leaves.
It was then onto nearby Weston Shore to see if we could see a Great Northern Diver there and we managed to, this shiny bird seen out to sea a jewel in the crown of my young year. We ticked Lesser Black-backed Gull here as well and saw a Common Gull on the sea. Also here it was entertaining to see a group of Mute Swans young and old at the car park enjoying the puddles I took the third picture in this photoset of three of the younger ones with grey feathers still, and the usual mob of Carrion Crows one shown in the fourth picture I took today in this photoset and Feral Pigeons were good to see with a feel good moment seeing hoards of pigeons on a feeding tray on someone’s car as well. Here we also saw; some of one of my favourite birds the Brent Goose and another the Little Egret, Cormorant, Oystercatchers nicely, a lovely bright Curlew and Black-headed Gulls. Some in flower gorse was good to see here too and I liked taking in beautiful coastal scenery with the welcome sun today painting the sea golden. I took the fifth picture in this photoset of a view here today.
The next location was the Titchfield Canal to try and see the Barn Owls and for a seventh year running we saw one and also part of another next to it in the split tree. This is an amazing and stunning bird to see and a key moment of my year what a pleasure to see this favourite bird of mine so soon into the year again. I took the seventh picture in this photoset of them. There were three more year ticks here, a neat Gadwall on the water, excellent views of a charming Kestrel so close by on wires and structures shining in strong light and exhilarating views of it flying I took the ninth picture in this photoset of it and an unexpected pair of Egyptian Geese in flight from by the car park. In a raptor fest here we saw a Buzzard well in a tree including picking up a stick. Other birds seen here were another Common Gull on the water what a start to the year I’ve had for them for a third year running; as well as Black-headed Gull, Wigeon, Canada Goose, Mallard, Coot, Cormorant seen really well again, Woodpigeon, Blue Tit and Great Tit with Robin heard.
Cleavers or possible hedge bedstraw leaves and teasel seed heads shining in the sunlight as well as nettle leaves were nice plant sightings here. The sun was powerfully out whilst here which created fantastic winter sunlight partnered well by soft clouds that I enjoyed seeing well across the locations today. There were beautiful views of the green and blue landscape with a fair bit of water around. I took the sixth, eighth and tenth with the sun at the back of trees pictures in this photoset of views here. We got talking to some lovely people here as we did at Woolston.
At home today I enjoyed a sunny morning with silver moisture on trees outside, grass in a plant pot on the balcony lit stunningly, distant mistletoe the first picture I took today in this photoset shows this, flowers, a lovely spider in the hallway, Woodpigeon kissed by the sun on the roof visible from my room and House Sparrow in the buddleia bush out the front looking good. On the way to Woolston I ticked Mute Swan seen from Cobden Bridge at Riverside Park with Black Swans seen too and on my old school and college field by home we saw our first Rook of the year I saw a few well later in the day from the car too. I enjoyed seeing a lovely moon at home tonight too.
Part 2 of today’s posts is here: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/705367750898532354/2nd-january-2023-blog-2-of-2-warblington-and
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Star footballer retired at the age of 23, had 2 major operations last year
Star footballer retired at the age of 23, had 2 major operations last year
New Delhi. Manchester United (Manchester United) Star goalkeeper Paul Woolston (Paul Woolston) He was forced to retire at the age of just 23. He announced his retirement from professional football by sharing a video on social media. In fact, Paul, who was suffering from injury, had to undergo 2 operations in March and April last year and was struggling for fitness.
The English footballer wrote…
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Cheers! Summer evening at The Quayside Bar and Dining at Woolston riverside, Centenary Quay, Southampton, Hampshire.
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Looking for the Best Small business accountant in Woolston, then contact Superior Bookkeeping.
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Happy Spring! How 'booout something short and fluffy about Billiam Knight picking wildflowers for you? 🥰🌼
ahahsbdbsbsndj this is the dream come true!! also umm so he’s not picking flowers for you???or well, he doesn’t start out picking them for you… i hope that’s ok!!! 💖💖 also i know you said something short… but i love this man too much to get him anything less than 1k words. enjoy!!!
He Loves Me
CW: Just fluff. Billy mentions making love to you (uses those exact words) once, but it doesn’t get any more suggestive than that.
Word Count: 1.9k
18+ only!!
“He loves me,” you pluck off a small petal from the delicate flower in your hands, a tiny little sweet violet that you’d plucked from the forest floor, “he loves me not.”
From just a few metres away, where he’s camped out near a small brook, crouching down by the flowing water as his eyes attentively scan the small patch of land in front of him in search of his beloved Forget-Me-Nots, the tips of Billy’s ears flush a bright cherry red as he catches wind of the words you utter to yourself. He temporarily halts his flower search as he straightens up, rising from his stooped position by the flowing water, now looking around the wooded area in search of you.
Once his eyes finally land on you, Billy’s breath hitches as he takes in the lovely sight of you, bathed in the rays of sunlight that leak through the forest’s overstory, looking positively radiant as you deftly meander around the forest floor, careful not to crush any of the flourishing fauna beneath your feet as you walk. He knew you’d look beautiful here, otherworldly even. Granted, Billy thinks you look beautiful anywhere you go, but there’s something about seeing you like this, at home in nature, that seems to highlight your elegance more so than the gloomy city ever could.
That’s one of the main reasons he brought you here, to this serene timberland, a stunning nature trail near Woolstone that his late mother used to bring him to when he was a young boy. One of the other reasons, of course, was that Billy wanted to collect some freshly bloomed wildflowers that he could press and add to the multimedia piece he’s been working on in his spare time. The final reason was that the doom and gloom of the fading winter season had been getting to you two, and he knew that heralding in the first weekend of spring with a picnic in the peaceful English countryside would be the perfect thing to liven both your spirits again.
The picnic portion of your day trip ended long ago, the two of you making quick work of the cucumber sandwiches, sea salt crisps, and orange slices you’d packed to eat. Then, you both began simply wandering along the trail, looking for the perfect flowers to complete Billy’s artwork. The two of you had started your meanderings with hands clasped together as you walked side-by-side, relishing the continued closeness. However, you’d soon split up, wandering off a little ways away from each other to search for different kinds of flowers; he’d wandered over to the babbling brook to look for his beloved Forget-Me-Nots and pileworts, while you’d kept more towards the greenery, searching for windflowers and sweet violets, as well as any stray snowdrops leftover from the harsh winter months. And now, well… Now, you’re both a bit distracted, halting your initial flower searching; you’re distracted by the innocent little game you’ve begun playing, and Billy’s distracted by you. Your beauty, your grace, your soft, sweet happiness, it captivates Billy, it enchants him, beguiles him to the point where he finds it difficult to focus on anything but you. Although, that’s not necessarily a unique occurrence, Billy often finds himself distracted by you and, adorably, even merely by the thought of you.
This time, though, he’s pulled out of his enchantment by the sound of you uttering the horrible words, “He loves me not,” as you pluck the final petal from your flower, dropping it and letting it fall to the ground as you breathe out a wistful sigh.
Oh, no, that simply won’t do, Billy decides as he reluctantly refocuses his energy on searching for flowers, crouching back down near the bank of the stream to get a better look. Billy makes quick work of gently snatching up a divine little pilewort before rising to stand once again and jogging over to you so that he can hand it to you.
“Here,” he murmurs, capturing your attention as he holds the dainty little yellow flower out to you.
You sport an adorably delighted expression as you huff out a surprised chuckle.
“What’s this for? You’re not going to make me carry all the flowers, are you?” You ask bemusedly as you accept the flower from Billy.
He grins bashfully, his cheeks going rosy with blush, as he shakes his head and replies, “No, no. I just- You should keep going.”
You crinkle your nose as you flash him a confused expression, “Keep going?”
“Erm, you- you should- you know- erm- the thing with the petals,” Billy stutters bashfully before abandoning his attempt at a verbal explanation and, instead, simply miming plucking the petals off of a flower. You catch on pretty quickly and giggle at the implication.
“Well, alright,” you respond softly, bemusedly, before plucking off a delicate little yellow petal from the flower he’d given you and following it up by murmuring, “He loves me.”
Billy watches intently as you gradually rid the flower of its pretty petals until, finally, you end up with another green stalk and petal-less peduncle. Unfortunately, you again end on the words, “He loves me not,” so Billy immediately springs into action. He rushes back over to the brook to grab a cluster of Forget-Me-Nots, opting for grabbing multiple flowers this time with the hopes that it will increase the odds of you getting a happier ending. He then rushes back over to you and thrusts the bundle of flowers towards you, practically forcing them into your hands as he silently urges you to continue. You chuckle at his adorably peculiar behaviour but oblige him nonetheless, resuming your petal-plucking.
Once again, Billy watches intently as you continue with your childish game, gnawing anxiously on his lower lip as if the sanctity of his future relies on this silly little game, and, to him, it sort of does. So, imagine his disappointment when you once again end on, “He loves me not.”
Of course, Billy can’t have that, won’t have that, so he rushes back to the brook to collect even more flowers, grabbing as many as he can possibly carry before hastily bringing them back to you.
“Billy,” you exclaim humorously, “you’re gonna pick all the new pretty flowers at this rate! All the plants’ patience this past winter, as they waited and waited for the weather to warm up so they could finally prosper, will have been for naught!”
“It’ll be alright, dove, just keep going,” he urges you, flashing you as encouraging of a smile as he can muster, though the feeling of his heart dreadfully sinking to the pit of his stomach hampers his ability to maintain the happy expression.
This is incredibly important to Billy; that much has become evident by now thanks to his odd behaviour, but you can’t for the life of you figure out why that is. Rather than questioning, you simply decide to indulge him as you once again begin plucking the delicate little petals off of all the flowers. Meanwhile, Billy waits with bated breath, nervously picking at the skin around his nails and shifting from foot to foot as he watches you.
As you begin to pluck the petals of the last in-tact flower in your grasp, Billy feels his heart lurch up into his throat, acting as a lump that he struggles to swallow around. This time around, your utterance of the words, “He loves me not,” aligned with you plucking the first petal of the flower. However, in your past attempts, you’d always had to start with, “He loves me.” Perhaps this change is not all that significant, but it gives Billy a bit of hope that maybe this time, you’ll finally end on the right note. Although, that thought in and of itself fills him with even more anxiety because, if his hopes do come to fruition, that means he’ll have to confess something to you, something that he’s not sure you’ll react favourably to.
Suddenly, the moment Billy’s been waiting anxiously for finally comes to pass. In your grasp, you’ve got a tiny little Forget-Me-Not with only two petals left on it. As you go to pluck one of those petals off, Billy feels as if he may vomit, or pass out, or both, or worse.
“He loves me not,” you breathe out quickly as you pluck the second to last petal. You both know what comes next, but only one of you seems to recognise the significance behind it.
“He loves me,” you murmur as you pluck the final petal, releasing it from your hold almost as soon as you’ve removed it from the flower, making it slowly fall to the forest floor, the tiny blue floral tissue fluttering in the wind as it sinks down, down, down. Before you can comment on this novel ending to your little game, Billy surges forward, capturing your lips in a warm embrace with his own. You let out a surprised squeak at the suddenness of the kiss before swiftly melting into it, dropping all the stems once clutched in your hands as you wrap your arms round Billy, tangling your fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
All too soon, he’s breaking the kiss, offering one last peck to satiate you before pulling away just slightly. He rests his forehead against yours with his eyes still closed as he tentatively whispers, “He does love you, you know?”
You had no memory of closing your eyes, too wrapped up in his sweet kiss to notice, but soon you find yourself opening them again to fix him with a curious look.
He can’t possibly mean…
Your thoughts are swiftly interrupted by the sound of Billy exhaling a shaky breath. He suddenly opens his eyes, his gaze meeting your own, filling your line of sight with the image of his lovely brown eyes.
“I love you,” he confesses softly, nervously.
The most radiant smile Billy’s ever seen soon takes shape on your features, seemingly lighting up the whole world around you, though that joy is only meant for him. You can feel the raw emotion clawing up through your throat and stinging your eyes, making tears well up as you softly, genuinely reply, “I love you too, Billy.”
The breath of relief he sighs is genuine, as is the beaming smile he flashes you just before he leans in to kiss you again. This kiss is much deeper and more passionate than the last, though it’s just as sweet.
When you finally part, Billy giggles and says, “Give me a few minutes to grab some more flowers, and then we can leave.”
You look at him with an expression that is both quizzical and fond as you reply, “Why would we leave?”
“Love, why would we stay? ‘S not like I can make love to you here; people come ‘ere with their kids,” Billy replies as though it’s obvious. The chuff you let out in response to that is equal parts shocked and amused.
“Just give me five minutes, petal,” he calls out to you as he begins to jog back to the brook nearby, “and maybe grab me a couple of sweet violets while you wait! Oh, and some snowdrops if you can find any!”
Your heart warms at the sound of the new pet name he’s given you whilst you chuckle at his antics, shaking your head with a sickeningly fond smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you look down and resume your search for flowers. That’s your man, your bashful Billygoat, and he loves you.
#ask and i shall reply#billy knight#billy knight strike#billy knight fanfic#billy knight fic#billy knight fluff#billy knight fanfiction#billy knight x reader#billy knight blurb#pol’s greatest hits
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The Gang–Photographer Matthew Brookes is back with another series for Numéro Homme China, shooting models Arthur Gosse, Vinnie Woolston, Julien Sabaud, Luka Badnjar and Michael Vinant. Styled by Serge Girardi, the ensemble wears clean numbers from Yves Saint Laurent, Bottega Veneta, Givenchy and more.
THE FASHIONISTO / PUBLISHED NOVEMBER 1, 2012
#male portrait#male photography#menswear#mens style#wool#wool sweater#men in jumpers#jumper#wool jumper#turtleneck#rollneck#rollkragenpullover#men's fashion#men's clothing#men's style#fashion photography#fashion portrait
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3 February 2023
The Princess Royal opened Linden House, Society of St James, 44-46 Station Road, Woolston, Southampton, and was received by Professor Khalid Aziz (Deputy Lieutenant of Hampshire).
📸: The Society of St. James
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As for being a soldier, I shall do all in my power to keep him from a lot like this. I hope he will learn a trade that will keep him from it. A chap in our tent only said yesterday he will see none of his children comes in it …
I should never like to think little Artie and the youngster would ever become a soldier, they never will if I can rule.
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