#Sunlight Village

[anemoiawithatouchofobsession]

WHY is this the most dramatic song of the 80s, tell me. It sounds straight out of a depressing tragic movie. the lyrics are also so so pretty and descriptive : 낮부터 내린 비는 이 저녘 유리창엔 이슬만 뿌리고 있네... the rain nthat has been raining since the morning is only leaving dew drops on my window in the evening.

[lokuhapuarachchi]

Tudor Rose Tea Shop

The Tudor Rose Tea Shop stands as a striking testament to traditional British tea culture, reminiscent of the vibrant tea shop scenes I recall from my homeland, Sri Lanka. Nestled amidst the scenic beauty of its 19th-century architecture and the idyllic surroundings, this charming establishment on Greendale Road, opposite Port Sunlight railway station on the Wirral Peninsula, exudes an irresistible allure.

Formerly the village post office, the Tudor Rose Tea Shop epitomizes the quintessential British tea experience. Its half-timbered façade, steeply pitched roofs, ornate chimneys, leaded glass windows, arched doorways, and embellished exterior details such as quoins and carved wooden brackets contribute to its unique and picturesque charm.

Stepping inside, one is enveloped in the cozy ambiance, replete with traditional charm. Here, visitors can unwind and savor a delightful array of treats, including afternoon tea, sandwiches, cakes, and more.

Reflecting on the Tudor Rose Tea Shop, it becomes evident that its roots are deeply entwined with the rich tapestry of British tea culture. Much like the tea shops that formed the social nucleus of Sri Lankan village life in days gone by, this quaint establishment in Port Sunlight Village narrates a tale steeped in cultural and social history.

Port Sunlight Village, crafted by the visionary William Lever (later Lord Leverhulme) in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, was conceived as a utopian community for the workers of Lever's soap factory, now part of Unilever. Central to Lever's vision was the provision of amenities and the enhancement of residents' quality of life.

In this era, tea shops held a pivotal role in the social fabric of villages like Port Sunlight. Beyond merely serving tea, they served as sanctuaries for relaxation, conviviality, and the cherished ritual of tea consumption—a cornerstone of British culture. These tea shops were integral to fostering a sense of community and camaraderie among villagers, providing a respite from the rigors of daily life.

The Tudor Rose Tea Shop, nestled within Port Sunlight Village, epitomizes this ethos. Serving as a central gathering place, it not only offers tea but also serves as a haven for fellowship and companionship. Reflecting the progressive ideals of its founder, William Lever, the tea shop embodies a commitment to social welfare and community cohesion.

While British tea shop culture has evolved over time, adapting to changing consumer preferences and market dynamics, in Port Sunlight Village, the tea shop endures as a poignant reminder of the village's heritage—a cherished landmark where residents and visitors alike come together to savor the timeless pleasures of tea and camaraderie.

Photography / Strory by Anuruddha Lokuhapuarachchi

[sarasakyfreesoul]

There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen. 💚

[cileklipalet]

[lafortezs]

         ⊹‿˚ . 🍃˖ (ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ)੭⁺ ♰

         ⊹‿˚ . 👒˖ (ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ)੭⁺ ♰

[tigeristired]

watching four minecraft streamers struggle (and ultimately fail) at trying to get a zombie villager while being in-character on the smp with the worst possible terrain for villager transport is a great way to spend my sunday afternoon actually.

[dimalink]

Last days of august. It is autumn to coming. Yellow leaves. And fallen leaves. World is becoming a little colorful. And yellow. Step by step. Sunlight, it is a less and less of sunlight, looks like these. But, if to look around – it is not so obvious to see. Because, of it is still very warm. And, looks like, it is still going most casual summer! But, as a real things, changes are going already.

And yellow leaves – it is first sigh of them. So, count, it is autumn already. Last days of summer. Last summer weekend 2024. A memory event. So, it is, already, a leaves at the road.

By the way, a group ColdPlay has a little song with title Yellow. Yellow like a color. It is such a yellow little song. It is so coldwave. Something like late autumn there.

[skycotl-before-and-after]

Beta can get quite busy even with a compressed schedule that makes seasons and events run in less time. Here we have Days of Style, Days of Sunlight, and the temporary return of the Season of Shattering guide all going on at once. The guides for Sunlight and Style are on top of each other. This is pretty common in beta when the events aren’t supposed to run at the same time in live and are to appear in the same spot in this room.

Beta, July 20, 2024.

[q8q]

Ebersmünster

[zlatokryletz]

In celebration of today's glorious date I present you actual rowan bonfires, its berries shining in the sun🌞🔥 Vibrant tempera paints making the rural scene so solid and real ❤️💙

[afieldinengland]

charlie cooper’s myth country 1x01: black shuck

i think nick being a proper countryman gives his story a lot more credibility, because he’s wise. you know? he’s an old soul. this is not his first time on the planet. no way.

[sarasakyfreesoul]

Park in the village where my grandparents live. I grew up here, and I used to sit on the bench with my grandfather ( in the third picture ) and he told me wonderful stories. He still tells me amazing stories. 🥰🌲💚

[our-beautiful-nature]

Fields 🍀🌾

Source 1 Source 2

[ssoiless]

-same place, different views

[cwcherry]

sunny evening

[saltycharacters]

Can I be livid for a sec? Ive spent all these years in the pandemic being one of the few doin my part, vaccinating as much as possible and social distancing and wearing masks everywhere and not even leaving the house unless absolutely necessary. A sisyphean attempt to do literally anything about the spread of covid, because so few even care to do the bare minimum at this point. So I have to sit and watch while this small group of people on this godforsaken Earth are giving up opportunities and funtimes left and right to protect our loved ones, and the immunocompromised, and ourselves and everyone else, while the selfish majority don't give a shit and literally do whatever they want, passing strains of covid amongst themselves like its a game of hot potato and. Usually I can ignore any pings of jealousy and reassure myself that at LEAST. There's one less vector to spread the illness, and that keeps at least those around me safe, and I continue finding enjoyment in safe and quarantine-approved ways, but.

Today I got a text message from my dad, which is not unusal in itself, but opening it I realized it was a photo of my abuela. Sitting across the table from my dad in her rustic little house in spain, in the rustic little village that I've visited every summer for most of my childhood. The place I've considered my favorite on earth for most of my life and that I've held in my heart so fondly that nearly every night, I dream about being there again. The place I haven't been to in years as part of the many sacrifices I've taken to combat the pandemic. And yet my dad, part of the selfish and skeptical majority, took the risk without a second thought and unceremoniously come into contact with the disease-spreading, equally uncatious masses at the airport, sat in a largely un-masked airplane for 11 hours and is now having supper with family I've been trying to protect this whole tine. He doesn't consider whether he'll bring covid to them first before bringing it to his family back in the US, he doesn't think about the likleyhood of grandma, nearing her 90's, being able to survive such an ailment, and I just know that he will not give the fact that he couldve spread covid more to the hundreds of other people a second thought. He'll sleep soundly in my favorite room, he'll have fun in my favorite places, and he'll see my favorite people all while being so in-denial about the pandemic that his conciousness will remain clean the entire trip. And this time I'm dizzy with jealousy and rage, I'm sad and homesick and frustrated and worst of all, I can't express any of my feelings to my dad or mom or any family because they'll just laugh at me for being so paranoid and tell me to come over anyway. I'm not sure I'll ever see my beloved Requena ever again, nor any of my family nor resident friends because it seems that almost everyone in the world has forgotten that we're still in a pandemic, yet those self-entitled enough to participate in this collective amnesia can have fun and do whatever without a thought for the consequences they bring. I'll be huddled at home with thise large, gaping, emotional hole in my chest while people like Dad continue on like nothing's ever happened and we all have to suffer for it. It's not fair. I'm so close to tears, I'm just. So devistated and heartbroken. If you don't do your part to quarantine to the best of your ability and practice basic pandemic saftey when out, I hate you. You're awful and I hate you.