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labuenosairesfrancaise · 2 months ago

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Hi guys!!

I'm sharing Brocket Hall. This is the 22nd building for my English Collection!

I decorated some of the house ground floor, for reference.

History of the house:

Brocket Hall is a neo-classical country house set in a large park at the western side of the urban area of Welwyn Garden City in Hertfordshire, England.

On the parkland site were two predecessors: the first of these was built in 1239 as Watership or Durantshide Manor, and was early held variously of Hatfield Manor and the Bishop of Ely. A second predecesor was built about 1430: whereas in 1413 John Mortimer had held Waterships, it is known that in 1477 Thomas Brockett held both manors. The house was acquired by John Brocket in the early 1550s, and passed to his son Sir John Brocket (captain of the personal guard of Queen Elizabeth) on his death in 1558.

The building and park owe much of their appearance today to Sir Matthew Lamb, 1st Baronet, who purchased the estate in 1746 and commissioned Brocket Hall to the designs of the architect Sir James Paine in around 1760.

The next owner was William Lamb, 2nd Viscount Melbourne, who was Queen Victoria's first Prime Minister (1835–41). She often visited during this period. His wife, Lady Caroline Lamb, infamously had an affair with Lord Byron, causing Lord Melbourne much embarrassment. For one of his birthdays she held a state banquet in the Saloon, at which she had herself served from a large silver dish, naked.

On Lamb's death, the house passed to his sister Emily, whose second husband was another Prime Minister, Lord Palmerston. Palmerson died at Brocket Hall in 1865, the last UK prime minister to die in office.

On Emily's death, the hall then passed to Emily's grandson by her first marriage, Francis Cowper, 7th Earl Cowper, though it was his younger brother, Henry (d.1887), who lived at Brocket Hall.

In 1893, George Stephen, 1st Baron Mount Stephen, President of the Bank of Montreal and the first Canadian to be elevated to the Peerage of the United Kingdom, leased Brocket Hall from the 7th Earl for the remainder of his lifetime. Over the next three years, guests included the Queen's children: The Prince and Princess of Wales, The Duke and Duchess of Connaught and the Princess Mary, Duchess of Teck. In 1897, one year after his first wife died in 1896, Lord Mount Stephen married Georgina Mary (known as Gian) Tufnell, a Lady-in-Waiting to Princess Mary Adelaide, Duchess of Teck, who encouraged the match. Gian was a lifelong friend and confidante of the Duchess's daughter, Mary of Teck, the wife of King George V, and the Mount Stephenses regularly entertained the royal couple. Gian preferred life at Brocket Hall to the social life that surrounded their London residence at Carlton House Terrace. Lady Mount Stephen was a close friend of Georgina Gascoyne-Cecil, Marchioness of Salisbury, who lived on the neighbouring estate, Hatfield House.

After the death of the 7th Earl Cowper (1905), the underlying future reversion was left to his niece, but she died only a year after him (1906) and the estate passed to her husband, Admiral Lord Walter Kerr, who lived at Melbourne Hall. When the life tenant Lord Mount Stephen died in 1921, Kerr put the estate up for sale, and in 1923 it was purchased by Sir Charles Nall-Cain, who co-ran the brewing company Walker Cain Ltd; he was created Baron Brocket in 1933. His son, Ronald Nall-Cain, 2nd Baron Brocket, was a Nazi sympathiser; he was interned during the Second World War, and his property was sequestrated and put to use as a maternity hospital.

More history: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brocket_Hall

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House file:

Location: Hatfield, England

Material: red brick

Style: Neo-classical

Date: 1760

This house fits a 50x40 lot.

I only decorated some of the important rooms. All the rest of the house is up to your taste to decor.

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angelstills · 1 year ago

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S1, Ep. 3: Brocket Hall (2016) Victoria (2016-2019)

#itv Victoria #2010s #Jenna Coleman #Thomas Vaughan #Rufus Sewell #2016

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ricardian-werewolf · 6 months ago

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Oh, no, wait, it was supposed to be an ask, lol. Well, whichever you prefer. "Death Returneth" is my chosen title

Here you go! This was a wip of many disparate things.

Brocket Hall, 1866, January 9th.

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William Lamb - the Lord Melbourne - was a tricky vampire. Born in 1100, a bastard to a king, turned in 1144 by a Norman Queen. Now, he was a privileged man of letters, sciences, and war. As he sat, nestled in the cracked and worn leather of his armchair, he glared across the room at a man his own age. The man wore a high-collared cape of all black velvet and cotton and some, unknown, foreign, cloth. Finely spun, it made for him to play at being a king the same way William played at being a commoner when England came for his head.

“Aleksander.” Melbourne purred, glancing at the man the same way someone might an offending bug. The Darkling smirked. “Melbourne. It’s been… a while since we crossed paths. How are things?” He reached down to pick up his china cup of tea. Shadows swirled about his hands, plucking at the wooden coffer by his feet, tumbling across the faded and moth-hole riddled carpet. The shadows were sentient, of course, an extension of The Darkling’s will.

Melbourne twiddled his thumbs, shrugged. “England is under constant cloud-cover. It couldn’t have been better executed, Moi Soverenyi. I for one, am impressed you were able to summon at such a great distance. It’s been going better than I believed, in all honesty.”

“What did you expect to happen, Moi Korol? I never go for anything less than the most dramatic. And England needs to be taught a lesson.” he sipped his tea. The shadows yipped and writhed at his feet, the volcra, with their teeth and eyeless blob faces hovering about their master in the circle of shadow he cast.

Melbourne sniffed. “A lesson long overdue. My… Wife has seemingly mishandled the whole affair. She lets Burrows run wild, and while this is a good thing, it brings us no closer to finding the boar’s bastard of a farrow.

“I want to push north. Can you expand the darkness, perhaps? Not into Scotland or Wales, but… I want a more… physical division between our lands and the lawless northern holdings.”

“You wish for me to create a Second Fold. Splitting England in two.” the Darkling’s lips curled into a grin. “What is the price that I would pay for such a trickily done act?”

“A right to return to Ravka, reclaim the throne, find a cult who will follow in your example.” Melbourne dropped something onto the table between them, and rolled out a long stretch of parchment written in German. “This… is what will get you home.”

Both men crossed over to stare down at the long stretch of parchment, which was in reality a blueprint for some kind of arch powered by electricity. Except the energy it needed required a nuclear explosion to work, and required advanced calculations that made no sense to the mind of the Darkling, who merely traced a finger over the inscriptions.

“Using holes in space-time, the archway uses a massive explosion of power to reach across time and space to grab a specific hole of your choosing. It’s notoriously unstable. The Nazis had attempted to perfect it to invade this world, but their return necessitated a nuclear winter. It ultimately killed them.” Melbourne traced his fingers over the arch, looking at the Darkling’s profile the whole while.

“Hm.” the Darkling nodded. “I shall take your offer. It may doom England once again, but who really needs such a backwater? Plus, once we have that bastard’s pup, you shall be unstoppable, and Richard will be forced to bend the knee and kiss your ring. All, of course, before you relieve his head from his body.”

“I can barely wait for the day.” Melbourne rubbed his hands together. “Hopefully, it’ll come sooner than we expect.”

“Oh,” the Darkling grinned. “I believe it will. Once I resurrect the fold, the Midlands will capitulate and Northern England will be quite weakened by the lack of refugees… and people.”

Melbourne smirked. “Mm,” he muttered as he sipped his tea. “And with our little detour arranged for dear King Richard, no one will be any the wiser.” He settled back down with the blueprints and snapped his fingers. The record-player he’d stolen from a Nazi officer’s house at some odd spot - 10 Downing, had been reworked to run off of a little combustion engine. The record on the tray began to play as the needle ran down the groove.

“I travelled far and wide through many different times

What did you see there?

I saw the saints with their toys

What did you see there?

I saw all knowledge destroyed

I travelled far and wide through many different times.”

“Who’s the band?” the Darkling asked as he stared into his cup of whisky.

“Something northern. Depressing. They’re new, I think. Resistors music, funneling their schiesse down south through the smuggling routes.”

“Do they have a name?”

Melbourne shrugged as he picked up the album cover.

“ ‘Joy Division,’”. He quoted, looking sideways at the black paper with the white mountain-peaks. The vampire’s lips pulled back in a snarl, and he tossed the sleeve over his shoulder, into the crackling fire. Holes the size of tumors spread across the paper, eating through it greedily. Melbourne’s grin shifted, becoming crazed.

“I’ll make sure they never make another song again…” He muttered, getting to his feet. He slugged back the rest of his drink, and departed as swiftly as he could. The Darkling stayed where he was, turning the lyrics over in his mind as the shadows deepened around him.

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Sheffield, 1866. A week later.

Cecily-Anne’s eyes opened to the sight of their blown-open roof.

She glared up at the pre-dawn gloom, and coughed. Cocking her head to one side, she could faintly hear sounds of Jane Beckett rummaging around on the floor below. Sitting up, the girl peeled off her dingy, moth-eaten blanket, and crawled across the floor on all fours. Peering out behind the blinds - which was nothing more than an old sheet nailed to the window-rim to keep out the draft and fallout debris, Cecily-Anne glared out at the street.

Deathly quiet for a Sunday morning in the depths of winter, but nevertheless, a welcome relief. The quiet meant that no one was about to loot anything in walking distance. Most of the inner-city stores had been picked clean twenty years ago, but there was still one single place largely harboring food: the old storage facilities on the east side of Sheffield, nestled in amongst the disused factories.

However, there was a reason for why that food was untouched. It came down to who was guarding it. The army had been picked off years back, and eventually fell to the corruptive greed of human savagery when faced with nuclear eradication of the masses. But one person had somehow adapted like a particularly awful fungus to this harsh, inhuman climate.

George Burrows. Sometimes simply called “The Warden,” by the uninitiated to his holy terror, the man was an ex-traffic warden gifted emergency powers by the Sheffield City Council before the bombs dropped in 1983. A seemingly expansive wormhole had then opened and sent Sheffield, her dying populace, and the nuclear bombs back to 1848.

No one had since figured out how to reverse the bloody mess, and England herself succumbed to complete societal collapse. There was reason to believe civilizations survived in the North of England. According to the few, tattered and worn posters that generous Northerners posted on rickety fences and stone walls, the self-appointed King Richard III was acting as a buffer against Queen Victoria’s rampant aggression.

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Christmas Day, 1865. Liverpool.

The Volkvolny’s masts barely rustled in the still air as she cut through the waters of the Irish Sea like an arrow. At her helm, Sturmhond raked a hand through his tangled ginger curls. His eyes scoured the sea for signs of life, of fishing vessels, anything. Yet nothing caught either his naked eye or the view from the spyglass in his fingers. Tracing a finger over the amber lens, he caught himself grimacing. All morning, they’d been charting a course through the True Sea in hope of reaching Novi Zem before dusk. Yet, a freak storm had sent them…

Here.

Wherever here was, it didn't show on any maps that Sturmhond had. No atlas could be consulted. Not even Tolya or Tamar had an idea of where they were. No familiar landmarks, zilch. He chewed his lower lip, ran a ring-decked hand over his face for the third time in 20 minutes, and consulted his compass.

The needle was pointing north, to his left. While this was reassuring to know that the freak storm hadn’t affected the mercury of the compass, it still left him wary. Tracing a thumb over the words on the back, Sturmhond slid the compass away. He turned to see how the masts were looking, craning his neck up and head back.

Suddenly, a crash shook the whole boat. The Volkvolny, a beaut of a schooner with her triple masts, was not made for sudden and alarming crashes. He’d much rather have let this happen to the whaler Alina sunk to the watery depths of the Bone Road.

At once, a startled English voice cried out with a hearty yell: “Danae, land gently!” the man yelled. The crash was seconded by a hearty roar. Sturmhond caught sight of a wing here, a thrashing tail there, and lurched to the starboard side. Looking down with Tamar and Tolya, he was shocked to find his cabin’s beautiful fabrikated french windows little more than shards. And perched in his former cabin was a massive dragon, its scales navy blue, eyes sapphire. At her neck was a pale-faced midshipman, all harsh angles and dark eyes.

“Who goes there?!” Sturmhond yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Identify yourself!”

“Midshipman Horatio Hornblower!” the man replied calmly. He grabbed the rope thrown down by one of Sturmhond’s crew, and let himself be hauled over the side, onto the deck. Landing in an ungrateful heap, Hornblower barely had time to breathe before Sturmhond was pointing a pistol in the lad’s face.

“A-and who are you?” Horatio breathed, staring up into the privateer’s eyes.

“Sturmhond. Privateer, captain of the Volkvolny.” Digging around in his pockets, Sturmhond produced a thin piece of paper emblazoned with the sealed double-eagle. “Letter of Mark.”

“W-what language is this?” Horatio blinked at it. “You speak english… Yet this is…?”

Sturmhond blinked, shocked. “I believed us to be conversing in Ravkayash, Midshipman…” his gaze skirted to the twins, who looked as surprised as he did.

“English.” Horatio muttered. “I can understand you… how?”

#wyn rambles #asks #Sturmhond #sankt nikolai #nikolai lantsov #richard iii #shadow and bone #the Darkling #threads 1984 #Jane Beckett

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colemansdimple · 2 years ago

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(2nd fic of my series of short fics)

This time a vicbourne one FINALLY! 👑🎩

I'm thinking about making this a chapter 1 of a 2 chapters fic. The 2nd chapter will definitely be nsfw. It will be the first time that I write nsfw stuff so I'm pretty much terrified.

Without further ado, here's MY FIRST EVER VICBOURNE FIC.

One last time...before sunrise.

By colemansdimple

CHAPTER 1 (?)

Queen Victoria's journal, 30th November 1848,

It has come to my knowledge that my dear friend

Five days ago I've received news that my former prime minister

Today I've finally gathered strength to write again

He is gone.

V.R.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days. They passed her by but she registered nothing. She eats little and barely opens her mouth to speak. Her husband pretends like he doesn't know the reason why she's like this and his attempts to behave normally are starting to annoy her. She just lost her best friend. Her confident. Her other being. Her kindred spirit. The only one who understood her, who supported her and protected her while never treating her as an ignorant child. A girl queen. As her private counsel (and even her husband) liked to call her behind her back.

She could carry on, she could live in this facade of a marriage as long as he still breathed the same air as her. She could wake up and make believe as if she was going to travel to his house to visit a friend. She could picture their conversations and how he laughed. His words of comfort. She could do all of that as long as he still lived. Now everytime she thought of him, everytime someone mentions him in a conversation. It is all in the past tense. Like they are speaking of a ghost.

And they do love to do that. Specially Albert. As a way to try to get at her nerves or to bring any reaction from her. She would not allow that. She could suffer with her own solitude inside, but her posture on the outside would remain as a queen, never let them know how hard it is to bear, just like he taught her.

A week after Lord Melbourne passed away, she received a small package. The writing was strange and no signature to be found.

Inside the package was a small piece of paper and a strange oval music box. It was a message from her departed friend, her beloved William Lamb, she thought. It seems like it was written in a hurry. It only said:

For one last night, until the sunrise.

She ran and shut herself in a room. Her mouth was dry. Was this some kind of a jest? Maybe her husband wasn't over playing stupid games with her. She inquired who delivered the package and Mr Penge, her steward, only said it came from Brocket Hall.

She thought it best to deal with this after everyone had retired to their bedrooms and the palace was quiet. She went to the library in the far west wing and closed the doors and windows behind her. She wound up the music box. It was Mozart...of course it was Mozart! It was his favourite after all. Her eyes shone with tears. A tiny couple danced in rounds in the center of the box. A very tall elegant man and a tiny lady in a white dress. Very much like her coronation dress she thought. The music made her feel strange and the tiny dolls dancing were almost hypnotizing. She felt like she was being drawn inside the box and shut her eyes fast.

When she opened them again she gasped in surprise. She wasn't in Buckingham Palace anymore. She was in a crowded street at night. The cold was intense and she felt immediately terrified. Until she heard the most unmistakable voice. A voice that could always bring her warmth and safety. It was the raspy voice of her beloved Lord M. She turned back to look and almost thought she was going insane. It was indeed her Lord M but he was much much younger.

She recognized him from a painting she saw once in Brocket Hall. Long curly hair, gentle eyes, cheekbones so sharp they could cut her very soul and she would be glad of it. He walked inside a house and Victoria followed after. It was one of those establishments where men gather to drink at night. She heard stories about them but never been inside one herself. This couldn't be a dream then, she thought. She sat in a table close to where he sat. She touched the table, solid. She touched the window, solid. She felt the warmth of the fire, real. If all those things were real, then...He...must be too.

She sat and watched him and his friends banter and drink. She was happy just to be again in the same room as he was, although she could admit the noise was too much for her standards. A young girl approached her and asked her if she wanted anything to drink. She suddenly remembered she didn't have any money on her, only her tiny music box which she held on for her dear life. She felt embarrassed and looked over to the fire as excuse. “I'm just a poor woman that needs to warm herself for a few minutes and then I'll be on my way” Victoria told the girl expecting her sympathy, the girl nodded in understanding and walked away.

When Victoria looked over to William again she saw he was already surrounded with young barmaids. “One more pretty than the next...and they're all so tall” she thought sadly. She looked at her reflection through the window. Only a few years of marriage life made her look so much older. There were already a few wrinkles on her face and tiny white hairs on her head. But more than that she didn't sleep well for days and ate little. Her appearance was more ghostly than anything else.

As she turned her eyes again she found him looking straight at her. Those piercing green eyes giving her the full force of his stare. That, combined with his irresistible half smile, always made her weak in the knees. She immediately looked down, her cheeks flaming. When she looked up again was to discover he was sitting right across her at her table. She couldn't breathe let alone think. He gave her that smile she knew so well.

“Hello there. I come here every night and never seen you before...are you a newcomer to these parts?”

“I'm Nancy, I've come from Prussia seeking work at the court...my Lord!” (she quickly corrected herself)

He was smiling at her. And she missed that. She missed him so much. She couldn't help but to smile herself. It was her first genuine smile in days. She became extremely aware of how he was staring at her. She only now remembered that she was wearing a simple night dress (almost see through) and her hair was styled in one simple braid. She flushed. It didn't matter if she was the younger and he the older or the opposite. It seems she would never feel adequate next to him. But he couldn't be staring at her like that? Could he? The same way he used to do when they were dancing and she was much younger.

As if reading her thoughts he offered his hand to her from across the table. “It's fine, I understand how you feel. Being in a new place and feeling different from everyone around you.”

She looked at his hand and wondered if it would feel as real as all the other things she touched. She was so starved for this man that she forgot all protocol and extended her own hand to him. His touch, his warm fingers in her like when they danced. Finally!! It's been so long!!

When she moved to be a little closer she accidentally showed her left hand above the table. His eyes darted immediately for it as the big ring came into his vision. “It seems I'm already late.” He said with a sad smile. She hid her hand with shame (“but it was you who pushed me into it” she thought)

She noticed he didn't let go of her hand as any gentleman would do at this point. It seems as though it made his desire grow. She remembered now that he was always close to danger liaisons and scandals. Perhaps she was the one who stirred that in him, she thought with a naughty pride.

They talked and talked. William made her smile with his jests and paid for her lots of strange yellow beverages. She felt young again but so much more because she could never behave like any other normal woman of her age. They soon reached their old favourite subject, politics.

“It seems old king Ed is sick the poor man...and they say his newborn daughter will take over because all his brothers have no heirs. Can you imagine, a queen in England after all these years?”

“Do you think it a mistake, because she's still so young and everything?” She asked, her heartbeat faster than ever.

“From my perspective her youth is actually a positive thing. It means more time to make mistakes and to learn from them. She will be wiser than most kings and with half their age I can bet on that!”

It seems William has always been the perfect statesman. He always knew the right thing to say to her. When she got back to her own time she would make sure to make him proud of her. Then...she remembered the note...it said until sunrise only! It meant that whatever magic brought her there would be gone by sunrise. She could not let him see her fading away. He would go mad for sure. And she didn't want to say goodbye again. It would kill her. As she saw the first light of dawn she got up urgently from her table and ran to the door.

A very drunk William Lamb followed her outside and managed to grab her hand at the last minute. “Where are you going Ma'am? I want to dance with you!” He laughed, bringing her slowly to him. Their bodies pressed closely together.

She managed a sad smile at the irony, as she touched his face, and parted her lips to say “Not tonight” as he had replied to her that night at her coronation ball when they first danced and she realised that she would love him forever. But he was faster than her and touched her lips with his.

It was a dream. She was dreaming now surely. And she never wanted to wake up again. In that kiss she gave everything she couldn't give him all those years. Tongues. Tears. Body. Heart. Soul. But she was fading. Drifting away. In the back of her mind Mozart played. She opened her eyes again and she was back at Buckingham. The music and the box were gone.

To be continued (?)

#jenna coleman #rufus sewell #vicbourne fanfiction #vicbourne #victoria itv #queen victoria #lordmforever #lord melbourne #lord m #colemansdimplefic #tumblr fic #one-last-time-before-sunrise

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junoinferno · 5 months ago

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I searched Brocket Hall on TikTok and there are just a lot of people playing golf there with no idea of all the Vicbourne fic I set there…

#vicbourne problems

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trendlifemag · 7 months ago

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Nestled within the historical elegance of Brocket Hall, the renowned Auberge du Lac has proudly announced a new chapter in its storied culinary journey, spearheaded by the illustrious Chef John Barber. Having reopened its doors in May 2023 following a three-year hiatus, the restaurant has been infused with a fresh vigour, artfully blending tradition with cutting-edge culinary innovations. Chef…

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writervblavender · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1. Part 1. William Lamb

"...Brocket Hall was dark and lonely that night, even the silent shadows seemed menacing. The Lambs still weren’t used to the darkness of the countryside and it would take some adjustment. Their family had recently moved their household back to their country estate, Brocket Hall, to quiet the suggestions of an affair between Lady Caroline Lamb and the upstart poet, Lord Byron..."

-V. B. Lavender, To Be The Hunter or the Hunted via Youtube (it's an audiobook)

There are subtitles available too on the videos. This will be an ongoing project posting to YouTube every so often.

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wardrobeoftime · 2 years ago

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Victoria + Costumes

Queen Victoria’s greenish blue & golden coat in Season 02, Episode 01, 02, 05 & 07.

#Victoria itv #Queen Victoria #period drama #perioddramaedit #costume drama #costumes #costumesource #1800s #19th century #Buckingham Palace #London #Brocket Hall #Hertfordshire #England #Scotland #Britain #Europe

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arawen898 · 1 year ago

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Vicbourne fic masterlist (UPDATED September 5, 2023)

Everything (18+), four chapters. Lord M rescues Victoria from a storm when she rides out, tired of her family trying to persuade her to marry Albert.

You Are The Only One Who Understands (18+), oneshot. Victoria goes to Brocket Hall to talk to Lord M about her unhappy marriage to Albert.

One Thousand And One Times (And Several Thousand More) (18+), oneshot. Victoria and Lord M share intimacy when she is six months pregnant.

Love In The Forests Of Windsor (18+), oneshot. Victoria and Lord M ride out and things heat up.

The Arts Of Love (18+), three chapters. Victoria asks Lord M to teach her about the physical aspects of being a married woman.

In The Shed (18+), two chapters. Victoria and Lord M seek shelter in a shed during a downpour.

Closure (18+), oneshot. An alternate ending to S2E3 in which Victoria isn't already pregnant with Bertie.

A Princess Is Born (13+), oneshot. Victoria gives birth to her and Lord M's first child.

Queen Of England (18+), eight chapters, work in progress. Modern AU where Victoria and William are both actors and are cast in the new series "Queen Of England". UPDATED with chapter 4 on September 3, 2023!

#vicbourne #queen victoria #lord melbourne #lord m #victoria itv #itv victoria #vicbourne fanfiction #vicbourne fanfic #vicbourne fic #jenna coleman #rufus sewell #arawen writes

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swmwconstruction · 1 year ago

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Feature Project: Piikani Fire Hall

New Build

Welcome back to another Feature Project! The SWMW Feature Project portfolio is a great opportunity for our team to showcase the work that we’ve done for our valued clients to date.

For this month’s piece, we’ll focus on our ongoing project for the Piikani Fire Hall in Brocket, Alberta.

This project is a great example of not only how important customer service is, but how we’re able to be flexible with our timelines to account for real life setbacks, like cold weather concerns and supply chain shortages.

In the following sections, we will discuss the project details, challenges, and solutions that our team encountered during the construction process.

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Project Details

Sector: Commercial Location: Brocket, Alberta Timeline: Project began in June 2022 and is scheduled for final completion in May 2023.

As the first fire hall facility in the community, the Piikani Fire Hall will be an 8000 sq. ft. pre-engineered insulated metal panel building that can effectively serve the community's needs, and that also has enough space to accommodate future expansion if need be.

The building's unique security requirements were also taken into consideration, with the use of specialty door hardware and key card access.

Overcoming Challenges

The construction of the Piikani Fire Hall was not without its challenges. Although the project was initially set to begin in 2021, cold weather concerns forced the project to be pushed back to avoid extra costs. Construction eventually began in June 2022 and was originally expected to be completed by the fall of the same year.

As well as delaying the project onset, cold weather also delayed work during project progress. Additionally, supply chain issues presented significant challenges for the project. Despite being prepared for supply chain disruptions, our team still had to face unexpected delays in the supply and delivery of steel building materials, which ultimately pushed back the construction schedule four months from the initial projected timeline.

While delays are never ideal, they can happen! Ultimately, it’s effective communication that eases the process. The SWMW team has maintained communication throughout, and we’ve built an excellent relationship with our client. It’s our top priority to ensure that the client remains informed and is ultimately happy with the resulting completed project.

Closing Remarks

When we reflect on this project, one key takeaway for us is the importance of maintaining excellent communication between all parties involved. As noted, the SWMW team ensured that the client remained informed throughout the construction process, which helped to foster a very positive relationship with the client even in the face of supply chain issues and cold weather concerns.

Another key takeaway is the need to be flexible and adaptable in the face of unexpected delays and challenges. Our ability to adjust timeline projections and work with the client to find solutions and communicate ultimately led to the successful completion of the project.

Through our commitment and perseverance, the SWMW team was able to overcome these challenges and successfully construct the Piikani Fire Hall to serve as the first official fire hall in the Brocket area!

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