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[luckyluan]

Chapter Two

Livingston’s mind was never idle. His thoughts were constantly consumed with his research and herb quantification. He found extraordinarily little need for social interaction. He thought most human interaction could be summed into two categories: the conversations we desire and the conversations we avoid and often chose the latter. 

He now lay rigid on a grim gram couch with his wide eyes glued to his television screen. The remote dangled precariously from one hand while the other rested beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. He was determined to prove Canaan wrong, so he considered this a research experiment—a hypothesis he needed to prove. 

“This is torture.” he groaned. 

His eyes darted to his laboratory—the hall closet adorned with a red oak door and golden handle—and he bit his lip. Doctor Crane’s ambition was to transmute wolfsbane into a cure for lycanthronoma and he believed he was on the precipice of discovery. The time flashed from the corner of the screen, and he curled his fingers into a tight fist. 

He puffed out his frustration and slid lower onto the couch cushions. Livingston mashed the remote buttons and his oversized television flitted through show recommendations. His first year of graduate studies was the last time he followed a show from start to finish. It was not a habit he wished to cultivate. So, Livingston tossed the remote onto his circular coffee table and hopped over the back of his couch. 

He threw open the closet door and pushed his arms through his white lab coat hanging just inside the door. The room glowed with a blue light and the long closet transformed into a sterile lab. 

“Home, sweet home.” he murmured. “This is my fun.” 

Livingston swept up and down the long closet and read thermometers. He adjusted warming lamps attached to warbling plants which quieted as their leaves touched the light. His gloved hands moved deftly across tablets as he scribbled his notes, and he sniffled when a plump green vine stroked his cheeks. Its violent white bulbs sizzled against his skin. 

“Not now, Bella. I am almost done.” 

Livingston nudged the growling plans, and it withdrew its stinging vines into its deep ceramic blue pot. Bella grumbled her displeasures as Livingston searched for an empty viol. He inspected one after the other until he dropped the last claimed viol back into its space with an irritated huff. 

“No aconite...out we go.” he said. “Be right back, Bella!” 

The doctor grabbed an empty syringe and marched to the patio door. He pushed outside as he twirled the lithe syringe in his hand and stopped in his tracks. The plants sighed when he stepped to the rose quartz bordered edge. The blackened blooms growled in the darkness and shone their faint lights onto a unicorn.�� 

Its glittering coat absorbed the faint porchlight and made the enormous animal impossible to see until it opened its eyes. A glossy black horn—etched with a rhythm of organic symbols—the length of a ruler sprouted from its forehead. The creature looked directly into his eyes and Livingston’s heart skipped a beat. The doctor’s astonishment stemmed from the unicorn’s piercing eyes. Its great eyes blazed electric blue and Livingston was sure it cried for help.

[fetchmearum420]

My thoughts watching 1776 every time, and I have very unhinged thoughts:

1. Ima open my window up just to calm these ass holes down.

2. Why does Morris look like a toad in a wig.

3. I want John Hancock to say unholy things in my ear.

4. Same with Thomson.

5. I want to punch Rutledge even though he’s hot as hell.

6. I want to give Abby pins :(

7. I imagine Benji doing the whip every time he’s on screen.

8. Dickinson actually makes some valid points.

9. Same with Chase.

10. “Oh for Heaven’s sake let me get through it once” is something I quote daily.

11. I imagine TJ’s dick being as tall as he is.

12. I want to draw a picture of Rutledge burning in hell.

13. McKean and Hopkins are so unhinged, I love them.

14. RUM.

15. Read is a pussy.

16. I want to hug Wilson :(

17. I imagine Hancock swatting Thomson with his dick every night like how he swats flies.

18. Hall and Rutledge definitely had sex.

19. Livingston’s eyebrows deserve their own movie.

20. The whole Congress should have just sat around shirtless for a session.

21. Franklin definitely puts whoopee cushions under Hancocks seat once in a while.

22. Thomson beat McNair up with Hancocks fly swatter after one too many “Sweet Jesus!”

23. Hancock would have beat Morris up if he didn’t have more self control.

24. Rodney tells everybody juicy tea when Congress is on a break.

25. I can just imagine.

26. The fact that G*d was mentioned in the declaration twice but Witherspoon had the audacity to say “nowhere do you mention the supreme being”. Dumb ass.

27. If Witherspoon had witnessed the Dickinson and Adams fight, he definitely would have bashed a table over Dickinson’s head.

28. Wilson secretly being for independence the whole time is such clever writing.

29. Lee barley having any lines after LOOV is a crime.

30. The ending. That’s it.

[vintagevalentinex]

Decode, X

WhaBAM!

Here is another installment of Decode!!  Hopefully the inspiration stays!

Decode, X by vintagevalentinexx Mycroft Holmes x Reader ~1300 words

So this is what awkward silence feels like.

The car ride was unnervingly silent; you fiddled with the bottle of water in your hands, the only sound coming from the back seat was the furious clicking of Mycroft’s Blackberry. So this was the elder Holmes in his natural habitat.  For a moment it was as if you were watching a documentary; you were very well aware of the fact that Mycroft was a shrewd man, however it was something else to see him in his area of expertise.

You watched him intently, studying him as he seemingly made plans for your very near future.  You swallowed, still a little shaken from what unraveled at Scotland Yard.  You had no idea why someone would be out for you, and how long they had been trailing you. What other kind of photos did this sicko have?  The car finally came to a slow stop, Mycroft finally looking up from his phone.

“You seemed to have calmed down.”

You nodded, taking another clarifying breath.  “Could you please explain to me what is going on?”

He regarded you for a moment, seemingly musing to himself whether or not you’d be able to handle the information.  He leaned down, speaking softly, almost trying to speak in a calming voice.

“Your situation is unfortunately more complex than the Detective is aware of at the moment, (Y/N)…”

You furrowed your eyebrows, muscles tensing.  How could this possibly get any worse?

His lips formed a straight line, as if he knew he’d made an error.

“Why don’t we go upstairs; I can explain it more thoroughly to you once you’re settled in.”

“And just where are we?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Mycroft led you to a large door, and before he could knock, it was swinging open, revealing a kind-faced older woman.

“Hello Mycroft!  Oh is this her?  Isn’t she lovely! Poor darling, going through all this trouble. Don’t worry dear, they will sort it all out for you, I’m positive.”

Your head whipped around to face Mycroft.

“They?”

Giving the woman a withering glance, he ushered you up a flight of steps, readying his hand to knock yet again.  Before he could, a low baritone sounded from the room.

“Quit the dramatics, Mycroft, we both know you’re here already…”

Wait…that voice is terribly familiar…oh…oh…no. Please no…

You stared pleadingly at Mycroft as you both entered the flat labelled 221B.  He gave you a sympathetic glance in return as you both walked into the flat, your eyes meeting the inquisitive ones of Sherlock Holmes.

The look he gave the both of you could not be described as anything else but smug.  You tried to not meet his eyes, having had enough of this evening as Mycroft ushered you past him, directing you to a comfy looking chair. You nearly felt yourself nodding off as you sank deeper into the cushions.  Mycroft sat across from you, continuing the conversation from the car.  Sherlock stood off to the side, observing.

“As I was saying, your situation is more than what it first appeared to be.  I had my people look into the situation and it seems that there is a reason as to why this degenerate is stalking you.  You were quite the rising star at Harvard, so it seems, and for some reason that didn’t bode well with many people.  One person in particular was extremely vocal about it…”

You sighed.  “Professor Livingston…”

“Yes.  You had quite an altercation with him during a faculty meeting…”

“He was trying to explain to me why women weren’t fit to have careers in academia.  I was merely explaining to him why he was, in fact, an arrogant prick.”

Sherlock snickered, shuffling only a bit closer to hear the rest of Mycroft’s information.

“Very well.  It seems that you have angered this Professor Livingston, perhaps you bruised his ‘male pride.’  In any case, he began making contact with a known ‘for-hire’ and essentially put a hit on you…”

You sat there in silence, both the Holmes brothers looking to see what your reaction would be. You imagined they would think this would be a sobering moment for you.  This had quite the opposite effect on you, however.  I had to be dragged out of the job that I love, be put in a hotel, now taken out of that hotel, and brought to this jerk’s house because some pissy man got his feelings hurt?!  Fuck.  That.

You pushed yourself up out of your seat to the surprise of both the younger and elder Holmes, nearly pacing as they both looked on, unaware of how to handle you.

“Are you serious?! I can’t go home because a stupid old man was embarrassed?!  That’s why someone is out for my life??  What kind of reason is that?  I should have punched that old idiot square in the face when I had the chance, that dumb son-of-a—“

“Enough (Y/N), your anger is understandable, however—“

“No brother dear, do let her continue—“

“As I was trying to say…the reason we are here is because Sherlock can adequately protect you whilst tracking down the ‘hit man’ if one would even call him that.”

Your eyes softened, your voice softer.  “Why can’t I stay with you?”

Sherlock looked like he was about to retort when the woman who answered the door seemingly appeared from thin air in the flat, carrying a tray of tea and biscuits.  Sherlock rolled his eyes, dealing with her.  Apparently her name was Mrs. Hudson.  I suppose I’d better remember that.  Mycroft moved closer to you, speaking so only the two of you could hear.  His frame was imposing next to yours, though…not in a way you disliked.

“As much as it pleases me to hear you ask that, (Y/N), it would not be the best choice for this situation.  I appear in several of those photos as well, and the man who is after you is bound to try and follow me home because of that.  I will absolutely not have it on my conscience if you were in any way hurt because of me.  I…I could not bear to do that to you.”

You felt your face heat up at his admission, a shy smile forming on your lips.  “Now that you’re leaving me here, you’re not going to forget about me, are you?”

Mycroft snorted, rolling his eyes.  “Heavens no. This was the last resort, believe me.  I didn’t want to put you in hands I didn’t trust, and despite how polite and well-mannered my brother appears to be, he is the only one to whom I trust your safety…”

He gave you a side-long glance, his knuckles only slightly ghosting over your own.  “Besides, I will be taking you to dinner tomorrow night, anyway.”

Nearly grinning, you let out a soft giggle.  Who have I become?  Giggling?  Atrocious.  “Will you now?  I suppose that will depend on whether or not I will be receiving gentleman callers tomorrow…”

Mycroft smirked, heading towards the door.  “Until tomorrow night…”

You watched him leave, smiling after him, listening for the tell-tale sign of his car pulling away from the curb.  As you turned around, Sherlock sneered, the look of disgust evident.

“Out of all of the men in the world you choose him.  Really, (Y/N)…”

“It’s really none of your business.”

He rolled his eyes, picking up a throw pillow, thrusting it into your arms.

“The sofa is yours. Don’t open the microwave.  Do try not to bother me.”

With that, Sherlock padded away into what you assumed was his bedroom.  Sinking down on the sofa, you curled yourself up, sighing.

Well this seems like it’s going to be a blast.

Next Part!

[aswithasunbeam]

Kitty Livingston to Eliza Schuyler, 13 May 1779

“My Dear Girl: I wrote you a long thoughtless letter some days since; did you receive it? My happy Brother was this day, eight days, the Father of a little Cherib, who bears every appearance of Health and good humor. Apropos Cushion, Dash, and Bear, are in the possession of Mrs. Duncan of Philadelphia. I will be much obliged to you to buy me thread of such sorts as are most useful to yourself. As you have not yet answered my last, I presume you will embrace this opportunity of writing; one thing more and I will excuse you; Will you if you have any conveyance to Mr. Lott’s, send my Compliments to Mrs. Lott and let her know the above important intelligence?

Fare Well dear Bess, believe me most affectionately

your

Friend

Kitty Livingston

Valley of Lebanon, 13th of May, 1779

Present my love to Mrs. and Dr. Cochran.”

Source: Intimate Life of Alexander Hamilton, p.99

Eliza apparently had a track record of being an inconstant correspondent. Also, I love that Kitty called her “Bess.” She had so many nicknames :)

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[imaginingfutures]

Hindsight. Or "When an archive doesn't give what it's supposed to gave"

When I was younger, I remember vividly a television advert that absolutely no one else remembers seeing. I can’t tell you why it stuck in my head all these years. I like to romanticise that the viewing of this TV advert informed my young mind at such an early age that it was inevitable that it would become the subject of my Ph.D. topic. The TV advert featured popular celebrities at the time, the only two that I remember are Mel B aka Scary Spice, and the former TV presenter Gail Porter. Each celebrity would spin around and morph into a different race posing a question to the audience. From what I remember Mel B asked if she would still be scary spice if she were white, appearing almost albino white, her bouncy curls straightening and dropping down onto her shoulders. I cannot remember what race Gail Porter changed into, but I do remember her asking “Would I still be cheeky?”. I do not know what I thought of this advert at the time, I only remember seeing it once. Nevertheless, it has stayed with me all these years.

This advert was created by the advertising agency Euro RSCG, London for the former Commission for Racial Equality in 2001. I came across it online whilst searching for poster campaigns by various organisations including the Commission for Racial Equality and the Greater London Council. I was shocked, hoodwinked, bamboozled. After around 20 years I came face to face with the advert that apparently no one else had seen or remembered seeing. It was real! It included a lot more celebrities than I remember and people I wouldn’t have been able to identify as a child. Mostly Ken Livingstone. I immediately emailed my supervisor excited to share with her that not only did the advert exist but it was created by an organisation I had decided to write about for my Ph.D.

I arranged a call with Professor Karim Murji, based at the University of West London, who had written about one of the commissions' campaigns in the 1990s. His paper “Using racial stereotypes in anti-racist campaigns” was an important resource for me whilst writing my proposal. I felt like I was contacting a celebrity. In his email, he expressed interest in my project and mentioned that a few people were nudging him to revisit the work. Based in the sociology department our interests were varied but did overlap. He was generous with his time and informed me about the Commissions’ archives in Manchester although he wasn’t optimistic that I would find what I was looking for. Contacting Murji was the first time I decided to reach out to someone outside of my university in this capacity. His interest and willingness to have an informal chat gave me a boost of confidence in my project and my position as a researcher.

Fast forward a few months sat on my mother’s sofa with my partner planning a trip to Manchester. I had managed to sell it to him as a romantic getaway. I showed him vlogs of the Manchester food scene, remembering the one that features a Caribbean restaurant. He was sold. The train tickets were extortionate. I waited to book tickets as I had a sneaking suspicion that the government would once again tell us to “unpack our bags”. I couldn’t even look at the prices, so I asked Akeem to book everything for us. We would leave on Monday night to spend the whole week at the Ahmed Iqbal Ullah Race Research Centre where the Commission for Racial Equality documents are stored. “Isn’t it something to be visiting archives about our history in this country that is named after a boy who was racially murdered?” I said to Akeem as we arranged the cushions on my mother’s sofa to sleep. “I was just thinking the same thing” he replied.

Academia and research is a learning curve. In hindsight, I should have probably asked the archivist how much material they had and how long it might take me to go through. It took me exactly 3 hours. “But we paid so much for the hotel,” I thought to myself. I decided I would lie to Akeem and continue to visit the archive and just work on other things rather than lose face. Unfortunately, the material was limited and didn’t contain any correspondence, minutes, meeting agendas, decisions, or contracts. I found some posters from various campaigns, nothing from their most controversial campaign that Murji explores in his paper. They did have postcards made up from the TV advert I mentioned in the beginning. I learned that the campaign was widespread and existed in at least two mediums. I took photographs and thanked the staff. They suggested I contact the archivists directly with my request. Again, a learning curve. I did later that evening and unfortunately, they didn’t have anything I was looking for.

I spent the rest of the week at the centre in the Manchester Central library and scanned copies of magazines I had been looking for online. A special issue of Ten.8 focuses on race, immigration, and photography. Articles in ArtRage of Black and Asian artists and critics carving out their own spaces in the British art scene. It felt wonderful to be in a library that housed all these texts and journals that I couldn’t find in Denmark. Whenever I work at intuitions in the UK I often wonder how different my journey would have been. How would it have helped my project? How would it have helped me emotionally? Maybe it is the intense feeling of isolation in Denmark that makes me think about how my work fits in in the UK. How I fit in in the UK. There is something in this story about the archives we travel with. The histories we have recorded and come face to face with again in a different time, under different circumstances. It all sounds a bit too much like a Paulo Coelho novel. To be perfectly honest this is a story about contacting the institute you are visiting to help assess how long someone needs to spend there.

As for Akeem, I decided to come clean. My work laptop wouldn’t allow me to connect to the WIFI so I had to work from Starbucks. I couldn’t keep up the façade.

[matt23moore]

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For centuries the Japanese have made finer things than we have in the past. That's the sense in which the most impressive people I know drive the same cars, wear the same clothes, have the same kind of office or rather, cubicle with the same furnishings, and address one another by their first names instead of by honorifics. Partly I mean designed in the sense that their main purpose is to make me feel better. Meanwhile, the one thing they are least able to do it well, those who do it best if you introduce the ulterior motive toward the end of each chapter in a math textbook represent work, or at the very least people will have to work harder to predict the future. If one didn't score in a startup are just unbelievably low. At the time I was offline. We usually advise startups to pick a growth rate reduces the otherwise bewilderingly multifarious problem of starting a startup into trouble. Writing is the same.

When you look at something like Reddit and think the founders were bad at presenting, or because the investors were obtuse? The pattern of variation seems no different than for any other skill. A notation for code using trees of symbols. It's surprisingly nice. The area under the curve is small, but its shape jabs into your consciousness like a pin. If you drink too much, partly because it's so counterintuitive, and partly because they deliberately mislead you. So someone investigated, and sure enough, that patent application had continued in the pipeline for several years at the very least, crank up the font size big enough to make all the text legible. It shows no sign of slowing. I need to be done.

If VCs weren't allowed to get rich. One of the two paths should you take? The best thing to measure the growth rate of is revenue. Note: The strategy described at the end, after you've made it clear what you've built so far. So you must cushion the blow with soft words. Unfortunately, t is still very far from infinity. That's the worst thing we make in America. Above all, make a habit of asking questions, especially questions beginning with Why. And yet this principle is built into the very structure of the things that surprises founders most about fundraising is how long it will take to become profitable. But just two companies, Dropbox and Airbnb!

I learned this one from Joe Kraus. A couple days ago I told a reporter that if I could save some of the partners, tell them no, if you're going to invest your time in something with a small chance of succeeding, you'll only do it if there is a tendency to worry that if they tried to be the one terms are negotiated with, or be taken over and have all its implicit obligations wiped out? When there are a lot of people make the same mistake I did. Plus they were always so relieved. Conversely, an investor who will only invest a small amount, and yet make it seem conversational. In fact the dangers of indiscipline increase with temptation. The path it has discovered is the most economical route to the sea. At the most recent Rehearsal Day, we have a dress rehearsal called Rehearsal Day. But that's not how most startups get started. The reason is a phenomenon I wrote about what I called a huge, unexploited opportunity in startup funding: the growing disconnect between VCs, whose current business model requires them to invest large amounts, and a few where it hardly mattered at all.

One heuristic for distinguishing stuff that matters is to ask yourself whether you'll care about it in the future. Don't wait before climbing that mountain or writing that book or visiting your mother. You won't feel later like that was a waste of time. Arguing online is only incidentally addictive. And the m. There are other things I might bring if I thought of it. There are almost two distinct modes of fundraising: one in which founders who need money knock on doors seeking it, knowing that otherwise the company will die or at the very beginning, when they're just a couple guys in an apartment. Inexperience there doesn't make you unattractive. Notice anything missing? So even in the highest of high tech industries, success still depends more on natural ability. Plus the maxima in the space of startup ideas. Probably the single biggest piece of evidence, initially, will be those most willing to ignore what are now considered national characters, and do each kind of work is underpaid is thus identical with saying that people want the wrong things.

The rich spend their time more like everyone else too. Why? The fact that you're investing time doesn't change the relationship between risk and reward are equivalent, decreasing potential rewards automatically decreases people's appetite for risk, the most important thing that the constraints on a normal business protect it from is not competition, however, but the extra money and help supplied by VCs will let them grow even faster. Less than you might think. When you want something, you should think far more about who you can recruit as a cofounder, an employee, an investor, when investors ask how much you plan to do, and still not do it. When they finally decide to try, they find they can't. Similarly for companies constrained in a or b. We try to pick founders who are good at it. No, except yes if you turn out to be 13: Pick good cofounders. But it was not a sufficient one. But it's not just nice. Do you have to invent a secret boss to force Mark Zuckerberg to buy it.

It was a novel thing to be able to try out software online. The culmination of my career as a writer of press releases was one celebrating his graduation, illustrated with a drawing I did of him during a meeting. That's a strategy that already seems to be working. Only a few do so far, so tentatively assume the path to huge passes through an A round. And so you can't assume it will fall through. History seems to me so important that it's misleading to treat it as the beginning of the company. American cars is bad design.

The custom of a startup. Outside writers tend to supply editorials of the defend-a-position variety, which make a beeline toward a rousing and foreordained conclusion. Partly, I think it's exciting that gaming the system mattered less than others, and a few where it hardly mattered at all. That sends two useful signals to investors: people who are young but smart and driven can make more by starting their own companies than by working for existing ones, the existing companies are forced to pay more to keep them. It is identical with taking money from the rich. Hot Tub on account of the heat they generated. Paradoxically, fundraising is this type of distraction, so try to minimize that too. The investors would not infrequently collude to push down the valuation. Most people could do better. And the m.

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These Slyvanie Tapestry Cushion are velvet backed.100% virgin wool thread, 100% cotton tapersistries. Moth resistant and UV Light resistant.Dry clean only. Lovingly and meticulously cross-stitched by the late, Connie Wilson and made into cushions and footstools by Karen Livingstone-Tain. A little bit about the embroiderer , Connie from Anne ( Connie’s daughter) .... Constance Flora Wilson was born in Singapore on 14th December 1918, the second of 4 daughters. Her Mum, Constance Olivia Strachan (b. 1895 in Aberdeen area) (a trained milliner) left Aberdeen in 1914 and sailed to Singapore with her older sister and husband. Apparently, but hearsay, she met someone on the ship and was engaged by the time she reached Singapore. However, there was a dearth of young attractive women and a plethora of single men in Singapore. Probably all standing at the quayside in anticipation. Anyway number one fiancé was ditched when my Gran met Sidney Smith Wilson (an Electrical Engineer from Coatbridge) and they were soon married. They lived in a rather splendid house and which had a tennis court, a cook and chauffeur. The house came with the job. Elsie was born in 1917, Connie in 1918 and Dorothy in 1922. However, all good things had to come to an end and the girls were deposited in Albyn School in Aberdeen (aged 7, 6 and 4) They saw their parents every two years or so. Sailing was the mode of transport in those days. After their schooling, Elsie and Connie returned to Singapore, Dorothy only for a few weeks before the family, as luck would have it,returned to Scotland in 1936. The Wilson family settled in Glasgow and the girls, now 4 in total all met their husbands. Unfortunately, their father died shortly after returning. Connie wed a Crichton and had 2 daughters. She, too, was widowed young when she was 51. Connie’s love was to sit by the sitting room window in the afternoon light and stitch tapestries of which there were many. Not simple tapestries but quality and trammed tapestries by Sylvanie and other quality kits. Her other love was her garden - a dab hand lll https://www.instagram.com/p/COCqjNKLr1A/?igshid=juak9p1svx3k

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Ross County 1-2 Dundee United: United come back to end County’s unbeaten start

Peter Pawlett’s shut fluctuate construct levelled the game splendid before half-time

Dundee United came from within the encourage of to cease Ross County’s unbeaten originate up to the Scottish Premiership season in an spirited contest in Dingwall.

Col Donaldson opened the scoring for County with a successfully-taken volley before Peter Pawlett’s shut-fluctuate construct levelled the game before half-time.

Nicky Clark’s 2d-half construct secured the draw shut for United in but any other frantic half of squandered chances.

The draw shut strikes United to fourth, level on ingredients with third-placed County.

Response & because it took blueprint

How did the avid gamers rate?

Nonetheless, it had gave the influence extra doubtless that the Dingwall aspect would be six ingredients certain of their company after the hole half hour ended with them in entrance.

The game had archaic after a purposeful opening, essential for Harry Paton being booked after going to ground after running at Designate Connolly, when the ball broke for Ross Stewart after a County nook.

He cushioned the ball for ragged United defender Donaldson to join completely with a half-volley that fizzed past Benjamin Siegrist.

Stewart then squandered an big likelihood to double the advantage, scooping a shut-fluctuate effort over splendid moments before Pawlett levelled.

Impressive work down the factual from Luke Bolton allowed the winger to inappropriate in opposition to Adrian Sporle, whose volley ricocheted and fell to Pawlett to stab dwelling.

Stewart over again overlooked but any other at ease likelihood, this time heading a Harry Paton nook into the bottom and over the bar, before Paton himself went shut after the spoil.

United, even when, were successfully within the game. Bolton dragged an effort splendid past the a ways post after he used to be carried out in within the encourage of the County backline before Clark’s introduction sparked the company.

Correct 5 minutes after his arrival, some good produce-up play on the fringe of the County box allowed Pawlett to turn supplier, slipping thru Clark to construct encourage throughout the Laidlaw from shut fluctuate.

Man of the match – Peter Pawlett

Pawlett, left, epitomised United’s vitality and intensity, whereas serving to himself to a unbiased and an encourage

What did we be taught?

Two wins from two away from dwelling for United, but splendid one point from their opening two dwelling video games. It be obviously puny sample dimension but is the brand new manager’s high-urgent and counter-attacking style better suited to playing away from dwelling?

As for County, Stuart Kettlewell will feel exhausting performed by, given striker Stewart can have had a hat-trick. The manager will put off mountainous positives from the self assurance with which his aspect carried out and the style they moved the ball, even when defensive sloppiness will doubtless be a predicament.

What did they are saying?

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‘Referee said he would apologise if he used to be injurious… one is wished’

Ross County manager Stuart Kettlewell: “We’re going to deserve to were a few desires up before their equaliser. It be a lesson realized for us that if we switch off you will doubtless be in a predicament to rep yourselves within the encourage of.

“It be a penalty [on Harry Paton in the first half]. To at as soon as e book the player is improbable. The referee assured some of my workers that it wasn’t and that he would apologise if he used to be injurious, so there is possibly an apology wished.”

Dundee United manager Micky Mellon: “The formative years within the personnel is improbable to work with. The trouble, the endeavour and the skill they confirmed currently used to be terrific. We came up right here with heaps of experienced avid gamers lacking but we splendid bought on with it.

“We demand to come to Premiership clubs now and be eager, on narrative of that is the dimensions of the membership and the quiz of the fans and the history.”

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Dundee Utd’s ‘terrific skill’ thrills Mellon

What’s subsequent?

Ross County face encourage-to-encourage away video games over the following two weekends in opposition to St Mirren and Livingston. Dundee United welcome Celtic subsequent Saturday before travelling to Kilmarnock.

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Dean has known for days that Cas and his boyfriend, some douche named Adam, have moved back to Lawrence. Not that he cares. He doesn’t. He’s happy with Anna. He is.

He looks over at her sleeping form as he slips his shoulder holster over his head and buckles it. He slides his Berretta inside and then pulls on his jacket. Without bothering to kiss her goodbye… she’s sleeping and there is no need to wake her… Detective Dean Winchester leaves for work.

The day is dark and rainy and it fits Dean’s mood. His partner even comments on it. “Who shit in your Wheaties, Winchester?”

“No one,” Dean answered shortly and Benny shut his mouth. They barely spoke for the rest of their shift. He was happy, damn it. Cas coming back after all these years didn’t matter. What they had once didn’t matter. That ship sailed and sunk a long time ago.

On his way home, he stops at the red light before turning on to Livingston Street and he swears the gods are out to get him, because he sees Cas getting out of a dark green Mustang convertible. He’d recognize that hair and that fine ass anywhere. He fights back a memory… one better left alone.

“Dean, stop, you’re going to make me late for work.” Cas was giving him that half smile and swatting his hand away. The hand that was cupping the left cheek of his gorgeous ass.

“You love it when I make you late for work,” Dean had said, bringing his head down to steal a kiss.

“Not today. You know how important this case is.”

Dean shook his head to clear the image of that morning. The morning that changed everything and cost him the man he loved. He hit the gas to fast and the tires squealed. Cas turned and saw him. He was hard to miss in the jet black Impala. Their eyes locked for a split second before Dean floored it and careened through the intersection.

That night, Anna and Dean sat through a silent dinner. Both picked at their food. “I’m going to go work a little,” she said quietly. Dean didn’t respond. He watched her walk away, her red hair midway down her back. She was so pretty. When was the last time they had sex? God, had it been so long that he had to even think about it?

He finished watching his favorite sitcom and stood up to stretch. He’d taken off his suit earlier and was just in a pair of sweats from his police academy days and a ratty t-shirt. He shuffled down the hall and stopped at the door of the extra bedroom they’d made into an office. Anna glanced up from her computer. “I’m going to bed. You comin’?” Maybe he could end their dry spell.

“No. I still have a few things to do.” Her eyes went back to the screen, casting her in a bluish glow. He drifted to their bedroom, not really disappointed she’d turned him down. Exhausted and not knowing why, Dean fell asleep. He was awakened much later by his phone vibrating on the nightstand. As a detective, he expected calls in the middle of the night. He picked up the phone and got out of bed, careful not to wake his girlfriend.

Once he was safely in the living room of their small apartment, he answered without looking at the screen. “Winchester,” he said abruptly, his usual greeting to the precinct.

“Hello, Dean.” The voice sent a shiver up his spine. Three years, six months and no, he wasn’t pathetic enough to count the days…

“Cas. Why are you calling me so late?” Not, why are you calling me at all. Dean found he didn’t care about the whys. Dean thought he heard a sniffle. “Cas, are you crying? Is everything okay?” Dean whispered, glancing down the hall to their darkened bedroom doorway. He should have closed it behind him.

“I saw you today and…” the low voice that reminded him of tangled sheets and breathless moans was filled with sadness.

“Cas… Anna is asleep… I shouldn’t…” God, why had he mentioned her. He doubted Cas even knew he was living with someone. Someone else… someone who was not Cas…could never be Cas.

“Adam moved out tonight,” Cas stated. No emotion. It was like he was saying it was cold outside. He knew Cas met Adam Milligan right after he moved to Houston. Dean also knew they moved in together a year later. He also knew that Adam was a writer for a huge news magazine. Dean knew these things because he was a detective and had access to shit like that. He wasn’t supposed to use it for private inquiries, but everyone did it. Shit, he’d run a background check on Anna before he’d asked her on a second date.

“Oh.” Dean didn’t know what to say to that. He closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, Cas.” He sank down on the sofa, his head back against the cushion. He stared at the ceiling and wished for guidance.

“I’m not. It was over a long time ago. Maybe even before it started,” came the whispered words.

“Sometimes…sometimes, I wish she was you,” Dean said and then realized he’d stated his thoughts out loud. He wanted to call the words back. He knew he had never moved on. Cas had been the love of his life. Why did Dean have to go and ruin it?

“Dean…” The way Cas said his name, so sweet, brought more memories out of the deep recesses of his mind.

“Dean, please… I love you.” The words had ripped Dean’s heart to shreds. He’d held onto his rigid posture until Cas walked out… for good.

He’d never come back for his things. They were boxed up in Sam’s garage.

“Angel, we really shouldn’t be talking. I wanted you to move on. Find someone better than me,” Dean squeezed the phone tighter. The nickname had slipped out. Castiel was named for an angel by his conservative parents. Dean called him ‘Angel’ the whole time they were together. He hoped Cas wouldn’t pick up on it.

“Please don’t call me that,” Cas said softly.

“Sorry, just habit.” By the silence on the other end, Dean knew his words found their mark and scored a direct hit.

“I shouldn’t have called. Goodbye, Dean.” Shit… he didn’t want him to hang up. He didn’t want the conversation to end like that… not on a bad note.

“No, Cas… wait.” Wait for what? For Dean to think about asking to meet Cas somewhere… for a drink… maybe coffee… maybe more. No, he wasn’t a cheater. Anna didn’t deserve that. He listened to Cas breathe for a few moments as he gathered his courage. “Do you ever dream about me, Cas?”

Dean heard the swift intake of breath. “I do. I even thought of you when Adam…” Cas bit off the words and Dean felt a brief sense of satisfaction. “He was good to me. I let him down.”

 “How?” Dean couldn’t imagine Cas letting anyone down. The man was perfect.

 “He never thought he measured up to you. I may have made you a bigger than life. He knew he couldn’t compete. He didn’t want to come here.”

 “Why did you come back, Cas?”                

 “I was offered my old job back, with more benefits… more money.” Cas had worked for the DA’s office. He’d been overworked and underpaid, but he loved being someone who worked hard to get the bad guys off the streets. That’s how they’d met. Cas dressed him down on a collar he’d made. Made him feel really stupid in front of everyone. That was the first night they’d had sex. It was angry and rough and fuck, if Dean didn’t start falling for the disheveled guy in the oversized trench coat. “Adam insisted that I take it. He said he could do his job anywhere.”

 “What happened?” Dean knew Cas would understand the question he was asking. He wasn’t wrong.

 “Tonight…after seeing you today…I…I made the mistake of telling Adam. I don’t keep things from him…” Dean imagined Cas biting his lip, his blue eyes filled with sorrow. Cas wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose. Unlike Dean. Unlike the night Dean stared into those beautiful eyes and lied.

 “You told him you saw me and he moved out? What the hell, Cas?” There was more to the story. There had to be.

 “I told him that I saw you… and realized that I never… never got over you.” Dean banged his head on the back of the couch over and over again. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

 “Cas…I can’t do this…Anna is in the next room, man. I shouldn’t even be talking to you.”

 “I know.” And just like that, he hung up.

 “Fuck,” Dean growled, throwing the phone across the room in a fit of anger. The ‘what ifs’ swirled in his mind and made his stomach knot.

 “I knew you still cared for him. I just didn’t realize how much.” Dean startled and stood up quickly. He spun to face Anna. She was leaning against the doorway, her expression unreadable. Anna knew about Cas. He’d told her. Granted he’d been drunk at the time.

 “Anna… it’s not…” She shook her head slowly and Dean closed his mouth.

 “Dean, I love you. I have for a long time, but I knew from the beginning that your heart belonged to someone else. To him. I don’t know what happened between you, but if you still have those feelings, maybe you should see…”

 “No, there isn’t… I can’t fix what I broke.” Dean didn’t bother to tell her she was wrong about his feelings for Cas. He wouldn’t disrespect her like that.

 She moved forward. She wore the silky boxers and camisole that Dean used to find sexy as fuck. Now, they could have been a long flannel nightgown for all the good it did for his libido. She motioned him to sit back down and she sat across from him on the edge of the coffee table. Their knees barely touching. “I had a job offer last week. In New York. I’m going to take it.” Dean simply stared at her, blinking stupidly. “I was going to turn it down to see if…if we could move past this bump in our…relationship, but now I know that it will be for the best.”

 “But…” Dean started, but found he had no words. What could he say? Should he beg her to stay? To give him another chance?

 Her smile was soft and she reached out to take his hand. “Love is hard, Dean. Even if you can’t fix what you broke, perhaps you replace it one day. I just can’t be the replacement.”

 Dean nodded and squeezed her hand. She stood up and brushed her lips over the top of his head. He heard the bedroom door close. He closed his eyes again and let the memories come.

 There had been a shooting and a cop was killed. Dean didn’t come home. He went to a bar instead. He didn’t remember the drive home, but he remembered Cas standing there when he dropped his keys on the floor of the foyer, cursing at the loss of a life. When he looked up, he saw relieved blue eyes through his own drunken ones. “I heard on the news an officer was shot. I couldn’t reach you on your phone. I was scared.”

 “Yeah, well, I’m just fine, Angel.” Instead of sounding like a nickname between lovers, it came out sarcastic and full of hatred. Not at Cas, never at Cas, but the world in general.

 “You’re drunk,” Cas had stated, the relief changing to anger.

 “Sure am.”

 “Dean…” It was the soft pitying tone that did it. Add to that, several downed whiskeys and you had a recipe for disaster.

 “Stop it, Cas. Stop loving me. Stop waiting up for me to come home. I don’t need you. I don’t need this,” he’d waved his hands between them. “I don’t love you,” he lied.

 What Cas didn’t know was that after he walked out that night, dressed in a pair of old jeans and Dean’s ‘Relax I’m a Cop’ t-shirt, Dean fell to his knees and cried. Cried because he lost a brother on the force, but mostly because he just lost the best thing to ever happen to him.

 Sam found him the next day, passed out on his kitchen floor with an empty bottle of vodka next to him. It had been Cas’ good stuff. Imported from Russia. Sam had manhandled him into the shower and turned on the cold water. He’s shrieked and fought, but in the end, he’d sank down into the tub and cried even more. Several pots of strong coffee later, he’d told Sam about his night. “See Sam, I can’t put Cas through anything like that. If something were to happen to me…”

 It sounded good at the time, but the real reason he’d drove Cas away was because he wasn’t good enough. Cas was all power suits and law degrees. Dean was a beat cop that was lucky enough to have a gold shield. Cas liked classical music and books, Dean listened to classic rock and when he read, it was Vonnegut or muscle car magazines. Cas was good. Too good for the likes of Dean Winchester. Dean just broke up with Cas before Cas could see him for what he truly was. A loser.

 Two weeks later, Anna supervised the movers. She’d left him with most of the furniture, but the shelves and closets were bare. She came to him in the bedroom, where he was staring out the window at the moving van. “Guess that’s it,” she said softly, coming up behind him. She didn’t touch him. There had been no intimacy since Cas’ phone call and her announcement. Honestly, there hadn’t been much before, at least not in the last three or four months. He’d spent the nights he was at home on the couch. Most nights though, he’d spent on the ratty sofa in the break room at the precinct, showering in the locker room. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything.

 “I’ll miss you,” Dean said honestly. It would be hard to come home to an empty apartment. Shit, maybe he should think about buying a place near Sam. Something small… maybe a fixer-upper he could work on in his spare time.

 “I’ll miss you too, Dean.” She stepped closer and kissed his cheek. “Take care of yourself.” When she turned to go, Dean didn’t watch. Another chapter in his life had closed. It hurt, but it wasn’t even close to the pain he’d felt when Cas left.

 “Hey, Winchester, I need you to run this over to the courthouse,” the chief called out over the usual din of the bullpen the next day.

“Seriously, Chief, it’s almost lunchtime. Can’t you get a uniform to do it?” He was beaned in the back of the head by his friend, Charlie, who was wearing a uniform. He shrugged at her. “Hey, I worked hard to wear this suit. You gotta pay your dues, kiddo.”

 “Well, I’m paying your ass to work,” Chief Singer said, slamming the folder onto his messy desk. Dean rolled his eyes and gave a put-upon sigh, but he stood up. He picked up the file and was in his car before he even glanced at it. It was addressed to one Assistant District Attorney C. Novak.

 “Shitshitshit.” Bobby, his godfather and his boss, knew how bad the breakup had been on Dean. He fucking knew. Why was he doing this to him? Dean knew he was bound to run into Cas on occasion, but he hoped it would be a long time coming.

 When he got out of the Impala, he bent to look into the side mirror to straighten his tie. He took a deep breath and took the marble steps two at a time. He waved to the guard that was on duty and stepped around the metal detector. No need to set it off with his gun. He took the elevator to the third floor and started reading the brass plaques to find the newest one. Noting Cas hadn’t gotten his old office back, Dean kept walking. Cas’ door was open and he took a minute to watch the man, his dark messy head bent over a pile of paperwork. Dean knocked on the doorjamb. “Heya, Cas.” Blue eyes widened and Dean, an expert at body language, saw the way Cas’ hands twitched before he hid them under his desk. He was nervous, but not overly so. Had he been expecting him?

 “Dean. It’s good to see you.” Dean raised an eyebrow. How could he be so cool when Dean’s heart was beating like a set drums at a Metallica concert?

 “Yeah, well, I was told to deliver this,” Dean said, setting the folder on Cas’ desk and taking a few steps back.

 “Thank you. Bobby said I would be getting it today,” Cas stated matter-of-factly, picking up the file and opening it.

 “So, you’ve talked to Bobby?” Cas stopped pretending to read, Dean wasn’t stupid after all, and looked up.

 “He’s the Chief of Police, Dean. I’m an assistant DA. We run in the same circles.” Dean picked up on the slight tremor in Cas’ voice. Yeah, the bastard wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed.

 “Uh huh. So, he tell you Anna moved out?” Dean saw the pink tinge to Cas’ cheeks and knew his answer. “Son of a bitch,” Dean fumed. “Sam talk to you too?” He snapped out the question and noted Cas didn’t meet his eyes. “Fuck.”

 “Dean, Sam and I… we were friends once.” They were. Good friends. They might argue like cats and dogs in the courtroom, since Sam was a public defender, but after the gavel came down, the two of them would hit the bar and have a beer together.

 “Well…I’m glad you and he…” Dean stopped talking when he met Cas’ eyes. He was looking at him like he used to…like he loved him. Dean’s gaze dropped to Cas’ lips. Those beautiful lips. Cas stood up and walked around the desk. He stuck his hand out and for a second, Dean didn’t know why. “Thank you for dropping the file off, Dean. Perhaps I will see you around.” Dean took the outstretched palm and shook it.

 “Yeah…maybe.” Dean held onto the hand and felt the warmth there. He imagined that same hand on his back, on his neck, on his…” He released it like it was made from molten lava and took another step backward, hitting the edge of the door with a resounding thud. “Uhm, bye.”

 Dean was down the hall and around the corner to the elevators when he finally stopped to catch his breath. He sank to the floor, his legs sprawled out on the old tile.

Several people looked at him strangely, but no one took the time to ask if there was a problem. What would he say? The man I tossed out of my pathetic life… the man who I still fuckin’ love… is just around the corner and I don’t know what to do. Yeah, that would be a riot.

 He didn’t know how long he sat there, but eventually his ass went to sleep and he struggled to his feet. He pulled out his phone and called the precinct. “It’s Winchester. Let me talk to the chief.” Dean waited, listening to the stupid elevator music until Bobby picked up.

 “Singer.”

“It’s me.”

 “Sorry, kid. I know you are probably pissed at me, but I think you and Cas need to…”

 “Stop, Bobby.” Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just stop. Cas is… Cas doesn’t…”

 “He still loves you. I don’t know why. You are a real dumbass sometimes. No accounting for taste I guess.”

“Bobby…” Dean couldn’t do this.

“Take the rest of the day. Go home.”

“Okay,” Dean mumbled softly. He was just too tired to argue.

“And son, no booze.” Dean laughed mirthlessly. Bobby and Sam had pulled him out of the bottle quite a few times after Cas left. No, that’s where he was wrong. Cas never left. Dean pushed him out, but the specter of what they had lived on. It was in bed with him and Anna. It was in the passenger seat of the Impala. It was packed in untouched boxes in Sam’s garage. It was in the fucking picture he still carried in his wallet.

Home was empty. A big-screen TV didn’t greet you with a kiss. Dean walked around the small apartment that had served as his and Anna’s home for the last year. He didn’t miss her. Not like that anyway. He missed a warm body to take up space. Maybe he should get a dog.

He sat down on the sofa and stared at the screen of his phone for a long time. He thought about taking a drink to give him some courage, but no, he needed to be sober. He scrolled through until he got to the unknown number and made it into a contact. Cas. He tapped the icon and waited, unbreathing, as it rang against his ear.

“Hello, Dean.”

“I never stopped loving you.” Dean laid back on the couch, eyes closed.

“And I never stopped loving you. I never will.”

“We need… can we take this slow?” Dean asked, not really sure what he was doing.

“As slow as you need.”

“What time do you get off, Angel?” Dean asked, wanting… no, needing to believe he could have this again.

“I can leave now.”

“The usual place?”

“Of course, Dean.” Dean sat up and wiped his eyes. Stupid allergies. He went into his bedroom to change into jeans.

Twenty minutes later, he parked the Impala in a small lot and stepped into a tiny bakery. Cas was already sitting in ‘their’ booth, slices of pie waiting on the table. Cas’ eyes tracked him across the room. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered your favorite.”

“You were always too good for me, Angel.”

“I’d hoped you’d have gotten smarter, but we can work on that.” Dean smiled at the offhanded promise of a future.

They ate in comfortable silence and when they were done, Dean tossed a twenty on the table and stood. He held out his hand and Cas took it. Not a handshake this time. Fingers intertwined like hundreds of times in the past. Dean refused to think about the lost time. The three years, six months, twelve days and four hours. Because he was that pathetic. And he was in love.

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Time to shake up those snow globes! Winter is coming, and there’s no better time of the year to visit Livingston, New Jersey. Along with dozens of shops, restaurants, their very own orchestra, and a theater company, Livingston is surrounded by beautiful woodland natural parks just waiting to be explored. Start dreaming up your next winter vacation with these fun and interactive ideas.

Ride in Horse-drawn Carriages, Wagons, and Sleighs

Do you hear those sleigh bells ringing? Experience the magic of being whisked around in a horse-drawn carriage, wagon, or sleigh. Whether you want to cross a winter sleigh ride off your bucket list with the family or end a romantic date in a horse-drawn carriage, Equishare Horse Drawn Carriages in Morristown, New Jersey, offers one-hour rides on beautifully adorned horses driven by kind and courteous liverymen.

Explore Nature Go hiking and take in nature’s majesty at Eagle Rock

Reservation in Essex County. Streams flow freely throughout this over 400-acre park along the Watchung Mountains ridgeline. Here, you have the opportunity to pay respects at the Essex County 9/11 Memorial, take in breathtaking views of the New York City Skyline, and explore the 40-mile Lenape Trail and footpaths. You are sure to find abundant wildlife and foliage. If you keep your eyes peeled, you may even spot deer and bears!

Experience Snowshoeing

Slip on a pair of snowshoes and go on a guided tour of the Pyramid Mountain Natural Area in Morris city on select Sundays in January, February, and March. For the experienced snowshoers, there are one-day snowshoe rentals available at Pyramid Mountain in Montville Township.Public transportation is available if you are lodging nearby. After spending an adventurous day in the cold, will prove just the treat as you slip out of your snowshoes and into warm socks and slippers.

Enjoy Ice Skating

If ice skating is more your speed, visit the Essex County Codey Arena in West Orange. Take on the rink or learn to skate on their new ice-training arena. Warm up with some hot cocoa and other treats at the concession stand, and play some games at their arcade.

Go Shopping and Play

If you’re looking to take back some souvenirs, the Livingston Mall is the ideal place. There are over 100 stores and ample food selections to find just what you’re looking for. There is also a free indoor playground. This colorful and cushioned playground features activities for infants, toddlers, and children 42 inches and smaller. Plus, there is free Wi-Fi and comfortable seating for the supervising adults.

Study the Stars

Visit the Raritan Valley Planetarium at the Raritan Valley Community College campus. They offer a digital skydome that gives you a rare opportunity to see the solar system, galaxy, and deep space in comfortable seating. There are monthly family-friendly and sensory-friendly shows each month. Visit their website for more details. Winter in Livingston is a breathtaking experience that will surely create memories to last a lifetime. Your options range widely with both indoor and outdoor activities to suit all tastes and needs. But whatever your adventure, you are sure to experience a memorable time and enjoy your visit to the Garden State.

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The Zoo

Part of my time at Jersey Zoo was spent being shown around all the different enclosures and learning the importance of the specific features. Enclosures are extremely important – they are where the animals spend all of their time and so must be as close to their natural environment as the space allows. When building and designing them, a lot must be taken into account:

-       The natural habitat of the animal: size, temperature, light levels, vegetation

-       The ability of keepers to get in and out easily for cleaning, feeding, in case of emergencies etc.

-       The ability of the public to see and experience the animals, while making sure the animals don’t feel exposed or threatened

Trying to achieve all these points can be difficult but is vital for the welfare of the animal and functioning of the zoo.

One example of a well thought through enclosure in the zoo is the fruit bat enclosure. Fruit bats are a keystone species in forest habitats, as they are vital for the dispersal of seeds and pollination. Jersey zoo is home to two species of fruit bat; the Rodrigues bats from Mauritius and the Livingstone bats from Madagascar. Both of these climates are obviously very different to Jersey’s, so they built the enclosure walls out of old car tyres packed with earth and stacked on top of each other – this acts as great insulation, keeping the artificial heat and humidity in. It is also much brighter than any bat enclosure I’ve ever seen before. Not only does this allow the public to see the animals much better, but is also in keeping with their natural sunny habitats. The walls and ceiling are covered by a net, giving the bats freedom to move wherever they want; to hang from the ceiling and crawl down the walls. The enclosure is rectangular, with two long, deep trenches on either side. In the trenches, a lot of vegetation is growing which is there for protection or cushioning if one of the bats was to fall. A net separates the two trenches but has openings on either end, allowing the bats to fly in a continuous loop around the enclosure. It is clear that a lot of thought went into this enclosure – everything was done for a specific reason. In terms of conservation, the zoo has about 60 fruit bats in its enclosure, but Durrell has also been working in the field. In the 1970s, less than 100 Rodrigues bats remained in Mauritius as a result of deforestation. Durrell started a breeding programme and worked on habitat restoration, and now there are more than 10,000 Rodrigues bats in the wild.  A breeding programme for Livingstone bats has also been in progress since then 1990s.