#cheviot hills

[burdellen]

[oldshowbiz]

VD Day in Cheviot Hills

[warrenwoodhouse]

Places to Visit: Northumberlandia (Lady of the North)

Visit this popular hiking trail around a former quarry and near a former airport and rests on the Cheviot Hills mountain range.

[christophechoo]

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✅ Avg Sales Price: $4.88 million, 📈 UP 86% It’s a hot market!

🔻Avg List Price $3.44, 📉 down 5%

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[hebrideansky]

This is all excellent and correct info except for one thing.

"Breanish doesn't qualify as Harris Tweed because it's not purely made from locally sourced wool, but it's still handloomed on the Island." The wool used in Harris tweed today isn't particularly local. Historically it was from island Scottish Blackface as stated, and as stated nowadays it's mostly Cheviot (a breed from the Cheviot Hills on the England/ Scottish border - upland and mostly very remote access), as well as Scottish Blackface x Cheviot mixes. Generally the different wools are all mixed together rather than different wool types. However nowadays the wool can come from anywhere in the UK. I guess you could call that local in the global sense, but the reason why the sheep breed part opened out is that demand outstripped supply, and the industry opted to not limit things to doorstep sheep as source. Breanish Tweed is a mixture of Shetland wool (similar environment shaping that breed's origins, but some significant wool staple differences), lambswool (from a sheep's first shearing, any breed), and the stated cashmere. And although some of it is handwoven, they also machine weave some too.

So it's the purely made not necessarily by hand part that's the detail, rather than the locality part.

The answer to "What the h*ck goes on on those islands to the North and West of mainland Scotland?" by Derek Guy @/dieworkwear on twitter [x]

[structuraremodeling]

Are you ready for some Kitchen Island Ideas? Tap into the heart of your home

Have you noticed while heading over to dinner or a cocktail party at a friend’s you find yourself falling into a case of kitchen envy? I think we’ve all been there at some point! So, you find yourself scrolling through Pinterest, design magazines and perhaps even looking at local contractors.

But maybe there’s something that keeps you from taking the next step and saying yes to that kitchen renovation. Did you know that the kitchen is considered the heart of your home? So, it would make sense that we are very careful with our home’s heart. If you're thinking bigger, like a complete room addition in Los Angeles, now might be the perfect time to start transforming your space.

Here are some kitchen island ideas that will make the heart of your home skip a beat…let your kitchen remodel flow with ease.

1. Natural wood accents meet that clean chrome. A modern yet classic kitchen island design idea.

Imagine how it would feel to have this beautiful kitchen design in your home. Can you see your friends and family filling the matching wood chrome and leather bar stools? The clean-lined fronts of the kitchen cabinetry and the kitchen island add a next-level style to this overall design.

2. Teak and sleek! This kitchen island idea showcases a bright and open flow.

Notice: how the pulls on the kitchen cabine try match the accents of the kitchen island stools. The clean lines of the white kitchen countertop against the white titles, and the balance created by the lighter wood flooring choice…so elegant!

3. Red and loving it! Feeling the style…this kitchen island idea accented by a pop of color.

Here’s a great renovation tip. When it comes to your kitchen remodel you can create a huge wow factor by adding colorful accents. Inside this LA kitchen, you see how the pop of red that surrounds this two-toned kitchen island up-levels the playfulness of the design. A smart and timeless approach when you want to add a little bit more fun to your kitchen design.

4. Dark woods accents, exposed beams and wine! Elegant and perfect for a wine lover

Build, design, and dream. When it comes to this kitchen island it’s about the little details. Notice the metal accents and, of course, who could overlook this gorgeous built-in chrome wine cooler. This kitchen design would certainly be a great remedy for that pesky kitchen envy. For homeowners in the area, home remodeling in West Adams can be the solution to revamping your space with thoughtful design.

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[nap563ll]

THE COLONNA FAMILY CREST PETRONELLA COLONNA DEVIATO BENTON

[indelen]

It’s tragic backstory hours so I’m fortifying myself with a chocolate loaf!

This is my reread of the Lockwood and Co. Books, organized by @blue-boxes-magic-and-tea, I'll make a general summary of several chapters and then post bits and pieces that jumped out at me.

Part II, Chapters 5-6:

I think it’s significant that Lucy comes from the north of England specifically. Northern England got the bad end of the stick multiple times in English history. The area was razed to the ground and starved viciously during the conquest of William the Conqueror. It was raided by Vikings. It suffered during England’s wars with Scotland. It’s a part of UK that saw a lot of violence and poverty. It has a lot of industries like mining, smelting, etc. and that means coal and factory towns and all the economic issues that come from them. A lot of hard, low wage jobs that are the first to go when the economy downturns or society changes. North of England was the worst hit my Margaret Thatcher’s policies and by austerity measures during the mid-2000s economic crisis. Knowing all that and from what Lucy tells us of living in Cheviot Hills we can guess that while life for people and especially kids sucks in London, it sucks a lot worse outside out it. North England post war had a lot of mines and factories with multiple shifts and late work hours. When The Problem kicked off and the curfew was enacted probably only the very wealthy owners could afford to make changes that would keep their factories running and there were probably massive layoffs. So the financial burden was shifted onto children and there are no competing agencies who try to poach the best kids here, just washouts like Jacobs who run The One Agency that’s your only option. If you’re born in that one town with Talent you’re stuck going to that one washout guy. And you don’t see the point in moving because the next town probably just has some other washout guy.

In the context of all this Lucy running away was an act of extraordinary risk, and yet you get it, because continuing working for Jacobs was both her only option and unbearable. She tried giving evidence against him at the trial and he was the only person who could complete her certification. This negligent alcoholic had untold amount of power over her and the law was on his side.

Odds and Ends:

The way Lucy consistently tries to be detached from this part of her life is so heartbreaking. She knew these kids from age of 8 to age of 13. She tries to separate herself from the horror of it all but the damage is so very much there.

Lucy simply wasn’t educated and apparently many children in this universe are not. Children’s brains until the age of about 8 can only focus on learning things one at a time. It’s why some kids pick up skills earlier or later than others. Something has to come first and the order of how the rest stacks up is different for every child. The ability to learn in parallel develops later and this is where proper education of multiple subjects really starts. In North America this is about Grade 3 level. That doesn’t mean the time before this is wasted, since that’s when you learn the basics of reading, writing and math but also things like social play, following instructions of authority figures, measuring time, adhering to a schedule and the general flow of whatever school system you have. But, in this universe this is all they teach agents! they teach just enough to make them obedient and no more. They learn to follow orders, read to do what they’re told, complete basic tasks, but nothing else. This is a world the people who do the most dangerous job are given no analytical or critical thinking education and if you display any independently, you’re told to shut up and die for your country like a good little soldier.

The most "this was definitely written by Anthony Lockwood"-ass ad imaginable. Spare a thought for poor Lucy alone and low on funds in a new metropolitan city trying to find a photo atelier for a portrait to staple to an application.

Lucy is often mean, but let the record state George fucking started it with her. Sir, she made an appointment and sent an application and presumably a photo. You know she's not Arif's girl. You're just crashing from a lack of snackies and are cranky.

Remember kids, always good to ask what happened to the guy you're replacing in any given interview!

Hang this dialogue in the Louvre, i don't care how

Now girl that's no way to talk about your future husband. But also, what I kind of love about this is that Lockwood is obviously conflicted here because her realizes Lucy quite literally too good to be true. She's obviously the most Talented person to ever apply for any position with them. And yet if she's really that powerful why hasn't another bigger agency scooped per up? He senses that there is some flaw, some lie beyond the fact that she doesn't have a reference. He extends her an offer and gives her a chance because she seems like a good fit and it's too good an opportunity to pass up, but he's not foolish or naive about this either. It's why for all his flaws he is a good agency leader.

RIP beloved "biscuit rule" slain in battle with a US publishing editor whose hands grow out their ass and who thinks brittle North American teenage brains will crack at the mere mention of certain British terms and idioms.

Lucy describes Lockwood's smile count: 5

[scotianostra]

November 13th 1093 saw the Battle of Alnwick, where King Malcolm III, the last of the true Celtic kings was killed.

This was the first of two battles at Alnwick, less than 100 years apart, in the ninth century AD, the Kingdom of Scotland came into being when the Picts and Scots north of the Clyde-Forth isthmus united into one nation. The following century saw England emerge as a united political entity as the children and grandchildren of King Alfred the Great expelled the Danes. Between these two emergent nations was the Kingdom of Northumbria which stretched from the River Humber to the River Forth. Control and influence over this important buffer zone alternated between the two emergent Kingdoms.

By the year 927 it was in England’s hands and reduced from a Kingdom to an earldom, however, in 1018 Malcolm II of Scotland won a decisive victory at the Battle of Carham and took control of all land to the north of the River Tweed, effectively splitting Northumbria in two, to more or less what the border between England and Scotland is now.

When William I, (the conqueror) died in 1087, his kingdom was split between his two sons, neither of which were happy about this and vied for supremacy, Malcolm III saw this as an opportunity to take the rest of Northumbria.

Malcolm III advanced into the Earldom in Autumn 1093 advancing across the Cheviot Hills. By November 1093 he had arrived outside the walls of Alnwick Castle and camped his forces on the high ground overlooking the Aln Valley. In response Robert de Mowbray, Earl of Northumbria mustered a small force at Bamburgh Castle and marched to relieve Alnwick. As he had inferior numbers, Robert made a covert approach hoping to surprise the Scots.

Chaos reigned as Robert pressed home his attack in which Malcolm was skewered and killed by an English lance. His eldest son, Edward, was also mortally wounded in the assault and later died of his wounds. The leaderless Scots soon broke into rout and retreated. The King’s body, and that of his son, were interred at Tynemouth Priory and allegedly later moved to Dunfermline.

Local English chronicler Symeon of Durham records-

‘And since none of his men remained to cover it with earth two of the natives placed the king’s body in a cart, and buried it in Tynemouth.'

A rough stone memorial was placed to mark the place of the battle, north of Alnwick. This was replaced in 1774 by a more sophisticated one, Malcolm's Cross, erected by the Duchess of Northumberland, as seen in the pics.

What followed, with the death of the King and his heir, was a troubled time in Scotland, Donald III, another of Malcolms sons was eventually crowned the following year.

[handeaux]

Memories From Half A Century Ago; The Cincinnati Tornadoes of April 1974

On the evening of April 3, 1974, your narrator interviewed a woman who found a perfectly new, pristinely crisp, twenty-dollar bill in her front yard. This random occurrence of good luck became newsworthy because her miraculous benefit had floated down into her yard from a passing cloud that had recently spawned an F5 tornado.

At the time, I was not a reporter exactly but everyone that evening became either a reporter or a source. The memory of that day remains so fresh and clear it seems impossible that it transpired exactly fifty years ago.

In the fading afternoon, a heavy storm blew in as I drove a clunky Ford Econoline van from the Hopple Street Viaduct onto Westwood-Northern Boulevard. I was, at that time, a senior at the University of Cincinnati desperately yearning to graduate and move on to the next chapter in my life. To cover tuition, I worked as a printer for the Western Hills Publishing Company. Our offices were on Davis Avenue in Cheviot and our printing presses occupied a floor in the historic Crosley Building on Arlington Street in Camp Washington. My duties as the junior member of the printing crew involved shuttling copy and page flats from the editorial offices to the typesetting and composing staff.

As I climbed out of the valley toward the English Woods housing development, hail scattered across the road. Hailstones rattled on the van’s roof, then pounded, then stomped. It sounded like some gremlin with a baseball bat hammering on the roof as ice balls the size of oranges smashed into the asphalt all around. Tree branches cracked and split and thatched the roadway.

Somehow, I made it to Cheviot and pulled into the Press parking lot. It was full of people, just standing around. I got out and looked at the van. The roof looked like a moonscape, there were so many dents in it.

“Hey! Look at this,” I shouted. No one turned or said a word. And then I saw why.

Stretching from the horizon halfway to zenith was the tornado. It was impossible to comprehend the scale. More than two miles away, we heard no sound except endless sirens calling to one another from every direction. Where we stood transfixed it did not rain. There was no wind. There was only the tornado.

“Look at all that paper swirling around,” someone said.

“Those are garage doors,” another answered.

We watched as the horrendous vision scraped its way northward, the finger of God plowing a furrow along South Road out in Mack. We watched as it withered and lifted and twisted into nothingness against a pallid sky, waving it seemed in farewell at last as it vanished. We stared at each other, silent, unable to find any words.

Gradually, we realized that all the lights were out. There was no power in the offices. The publisher sent me around the corner to a hardware store to buy all the candles they had in stock. It was going to be a long night.

At this point, for the benefit of readers younger than I, it is necessary to explain a few details. The cash register at the hardware store was mechanical. It did not require electricity, much less Wi-Fi, to operate. The editorial offices were stocked with manual typewriters. The telephones were landlines, on a separate network, and functioned even when the power was out. Everyone had a battery-powered radio.

Anyone with the ability to write a coherent sentence became a reporter. I was sent out, still wearing my printshop uniform, in the divotted Econoline, to gather eye-witness reports. I found a small crowd at the Western Hills Country Club who had been herded into a downstairs bar while the sirens howled. They queued up for every available telephone to check in with their families. I found people in shock, wandering through piles of rubble that had been their homes, clutching any random possessions they recovered. I saw ambulances backed up in a line, waiting for utility poles and power lines to be moved. I saw people wrapped in blankets, standing in the middle of nothing left, sobbing on each other’s shoulders.

There were people who swore they saw two funnel clouds and people who claimed there were four, twisting like snakes in the sky. There were people who confessed to being so transfixed by the surreal wonder of the twister that they stood paralyzed as it swooped down on their houses.

And, in the curious way the universe laughs at we mere humans, I found humor.

There was the guy who, in a dispute with his insurance company, was photographing damage to his roof when the warning sirens erupted. He saw the funnel approaching and dove into his basement. When he emerged, his roof was gone, and so was the rest of his house, but he bragged that he had the photos to press his prior claim.

I talked to one of the rescue workers who told me about a kid, maybe 15 or 16 years old, who approached him and begged him to hide a bottle of vodka. The kid didn’t want his mother to know he had the bottle hidden in his bedroom – the bedroom that was now nothing more than a debris field.

Meanwhile, at the University of Chicago, Dr. Theodore Fujita drafted a questionnaire to be sent to almost every newspaper, every radio station, every television station in the country. Dr. Fujita asked a lot of questions about the duration and intensity of the 148 confirmed tornadoes reported that day. He and Allen Pearson of the National Severe Storms Forecast Center hoped to refine the tornado classification system they had created just three years previously. Someone at the Press filled out the questionnaire and sent it back.

A year later, having graduated from the university and transferred to the newsroom, I found a largish cardboard tube lying amid the usual pile of news releases and complaint letters that constituted our daily mail. On opening the tube – it was addressed to no one in particular – I found a map of the eastern United States titled “Superoutbreak Tornadoes of April 3-4, 1974.” Dr. Fujita, compiling all those questionnaires, had mapped and labeled every one of those 148 tornadoes.

In the center of the map, there was my tornado, the only tornado I have seen with my own eyes, officially designated as an F5 monster.

[dreamsinombre]

Days 1-3 of Tour de Fleece:

Day One (saturday june 29): spinning up the whole rest of the dark brown corriedale—

Felt really good about these! I was aiming to try and spin my singles about fingering weight. I don't have a spinning tool guide (yet) so I eyeballed it. Consistency is improving, though there is still much room to grow. I did these practicing short backward draw.

Background entertainment: Let's Thrive Joja Stardew Valley Let's Play with Hill Home

Day Two (sunday june 30): plying

2-ply of two of the finished singles, pre-washing. Turned out a much heavier weight than I was anticipating; it seems to be about a bulky weight. That's still okay! It's the first fiber I am tackling and I have much to learn and practice. This is still a very usable yarn.

Background entertainment: Let's Thrive Joja Stardew Valley Let's Play with Hill Home

Day Three (monday july 1): plying & spinning the cheviot!

Sat outside in the pleasantly surprising cool day and plied up the remaining two bobbins of the corriedale. This turned out even more consistent-looking than the first, and remains about the same weight, which means I have no worries about using them both in the same project.

All in total, about 12oz of fiber spun into 341y of 2-ply yarn (pre-washing).

Started tackling the 14oz I have remaining of the cheviot. Still practicing short backward draw. I intentionally slowed down as I went into this and really focused on spinning this one finer and with even more consistency. I am really pleased with how this one is coming out.

I got through 1 2/3 bobbins, or just over 5oz of fiber.

Background entertainment: The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance & Fall of Civilizations

[cultreslut]

phil ochs at the war is over rally, cheviot hills park, june 23, 1967

photo by ron cobb via the michael ochs archive, from my scan from the booklet of farewells & fantasies

[christophechoo]

Cheviot Hills - Rancho Park, Los Angeles, CA Luxury Real Estate Market Snapshot for September 2023 | Christophe Choo

Market Snapshot - Cheviot Hills - Rancho Park, Los Angeles, CA as of September 2023

$3.02 million average sales price, UP ⬆️ 15%

$3.93 million average list price, UP ⬆️ 10%

11 properties sold, UP ⬆️ 106%

28 average days on the market, UP ⬆️ 4%

$1,035 average price per square foot, no change 0%

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[skinks]

Poll for Scottish people!!! (and other people living here)