#green chauffeur services

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Your Sustainable Chauffeur: Leading the Way in Eco-Friendly Travel ?

In today’s world, sustainability is more than just a trend — it’s a responsibility. As the demand for environmentally conscious services grows, the transportation industry is stepping up to offer greener options. One area where this is particularly evident is in the rise of Sustainable Chauffeur Services London. These services are designed to provide the luxury and comfort of traditional chauffeur services while minimizing environmental impact. In the United Kingdom, Sustainable Chauffeurs London are setting new standards for eco-friendly travel.

The Rise of Green Chauffeurs in London

The push for sustainability in the chauffeur industry has led to the emergence of Green Chauffeurs London. These professionals are dedicated to reducing carbon emissions and promoting eco-friendly practices in every aspect of their service. hether it’s through the use of electric or hybrid vehicles, or by adopting energy-efficient driving techniques, green chauffeur companies are redefining luxury travel with a focus on sustainability.

What Makes a Chauffeur Service Sustainable?

A green chauffeur company prioritizes the environment by integrating sustainable practices into their operations. This includes using a fleet of low-emission or zero-emission vehicles, such as electric cars, which are now becoming the norm among green chauffeur services. These vehicles offer the same level of comfort and luxury as traditional cars but with a significantly reduced environmental footprint. Additionally, Sustainable Chauffeurs London are trained to drive in a manner that maximizes fuel efficiency and minimizes unnecessary idling, further contributing to their eco-friendly approach.

Private Jet Charter and Sustainability

The concept of sustainability is also making waves in the world of private aviation. Jet charter companies are increasingly offering private jet charter services that focus on reducing carbon emissions. This can include offsetting emissions through various environmental programs, using more fuel-efficient aircraft, or even exploring the use of sustainable aviation fuels. By aligning with green chauffeur services, clients can now experience a completely sustainable journey, from the car ride to the airport to the flight itself.

The Benefits of Choosing a Sustainable Chauffeur Service

Opting for Sustainable Chauffeur Services London offers numerous benefits. Beyond the obvious environmental advantages, clients can enjoy the peace of mind that comes with knowing their travel choices are contributing to a healthier planet. Moreover, Green Chauffeurs London provide the same high standards of service expected from luxury transportation, ensuring that eco-conscious clients do not have to compromise on comfort or style.

Conclusion

As the world becomes increasingly aware of the importance of sustainability, industries across the board are adapting to meet the demand for greener practices. In the United Kingdom, Sustainable Chauffeurs London are leading the charge in the transportation sector. By offering green chauffeur services that combine luxury with eco-friendliness, these companies are not only meeting the needs of their clients but also paving the way for a more sustainable future. Whether you’re heading to a business meeting, a special event, or even a private jet charter, choosing a green chauffeur company ensures that your journey is as kind to the planet as it is to you.

[charile0]

Fast, Reliable & Green: Exploring Eco-Friendly Courier and Transport Services in London

In the heart of one of the world’s busiest cities, getting from A to B—or delivering a package on time—requires efficiency, speed, and increasingly, sustainability. Whether you're booking a motorbike taxi in London, planning a private tour, or need an overnight courier service, choosing the right provider makes all the difference. That’s where modern, eco-friendly delivery services in London come in.

For personal or business transport, a chauffeur guided tour is a fantastic way to explore London in comfort and style. Whether you're showing guests the city or entertaining clients, these tours offer luxury, local knowledge, and a tailored experience that’s second to none.

When it comes to urgent shipments, an overnight courier or overnight delivery service ensures your package arrives on time—no matter what. For businesses operating on tight deadlines, choosing a dependable overnight courier service can be the key to maintaining great customer service.

Looking to reduce your carbon footprint? More businesses and individuals are now choosing an eco-friendly courier London can rely on. These services use bicycles, electric vehicles, and other low-emission options to deliver packages across the city with minimal environmental impact. Whether it’s a small parcel or large shipment, an eco-friendly delivery service London offers both sustainability and efficiency.

Need something even quicker? Motorbike couriers are a great choice for fast, same-day delivery. They're ideal for navigating London’s traffic and offer the speed many businesses rely on. Whether you’re sending important legal documents, medical supplies, or urgent business parcels, a reliable courier company London trusts will offer both eco delivery service options and high-speed motorbike delivery.

The demand for eco delivery service providers is growing fast as more people seek green alternatives without sacrificing speed. Many courier companies in London now offer flexible, scalable solutions—whether you need daily deliveries, on-demand pickups, or a one-time express service.

In summary, from motorbike taxi London transport options to eco-friendly courier London services, the city now offers a wide range of efficient, green, and dependable transport and logistics solutions. Whether you're planning a luxury tour or racing a package across town, there's a perfect service ready to get the job done—fast and sustainably.

[londonsbusinesstravel]

London is a city known for its rich history, stunning architecture and vibrant culture. But beyond the bustling streets and famous landmarks is a quieter side of London that is waiting for you to discover.

[enviedear]

my modern!jace hcs and thoughts…

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౨ৎ ┄───────╮ got a bit carried away with what was supposed to be hcs... but i can't help it! modern!jace scratches an itch somewhere in my brain—especially lawyer/law student!jace. don't question the family dynamics too much for this au. i don't have the brain capacity to rearrange and fix that mess <3

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twenty-two and a recent graduate. he majored in law with a minor in public policy. his younger brother, lucerys, makes frequent comments about how boring it all must be, but jacaerys velaryon loves it. he’s following the family line, after all.

he took office at one of his mother’s law firms, a by-product of having a family in the affairs of state. however, the firm is actually headed by his mother’s aunt, rhaenys. his mother, rhaenyra is in the middle of an election, running opposite otto hightower—a man jacaerys is lax to admit kinship to.

on paper he’s an associate, in practice, he’s whatever his family and their board need him to be. he likes it that way—being dependable.

he has such a large family, even disregarding those somewhat estranged. if you asked him to directly place everyone to their respective titles he couldn’t, so he settles for the ease of endless uncles, aunts, and cousins.

his schedule is usually packed—so when he is free, he likes to spend his time well. his best friend, cregan, gets him out of the house most the time. an easy task since the stark family owns numerous ski resorts. a perfect respite from his life of public service, at least that’s what cregan says.

jace absolutely hates the media, not necessarily social media though. his instagram stories are frequently full of reposts or camera roll dumps, his twitter constantly active but he mourns public likes. he loves to engage with factitious headlines about himself and his family, to his mother’s chagrin. he’s blocked on all social media by the estranged hightower news, headed by his mother’s old friend turned step-mother, alicent. a topic the family attempts to gloss over when in public.

has a laundry list of fashion houses at his disposal. he went viral once for “mogging” in armani at his grandfather’s funeral. he drunkenly admitted after the service that he figured viserys would have deemed it a rather lovely suit, despite the occasion. mostly, he shares his uncle laenor’s love for couture, a man who is firm in belief that a bit of pageantry never hurt anyone. almost exclusively wears canali for everyday wear, a luxury his paychecks find no issue with fulfilling.

listens to every single book he 'reads'. his airpods are constantly in his ears but he rarely opts for music. he listens to the greats on repeat, or at least that's what he calls them—near constant loops of orwell and machiavelli. he has a guilty pleasure for brandon sanderson novels though.

jacaerys is embarrassed to have a chauffeur for any and all events with his family, but he does an excellent job at hiding it. he’s is chronically good at masking any signs of disdain. his family would tell you he’s perfectly agreeable— his brothers, lucerys and joffrey, know him better, can spot his muddled ill temper through anything. he can hold his tongue most of the time, far better than the rest of his family, but he’s known to have his moments.

on his own, he drives a aston martin valour. wrapped olive green with burnt orange accents. it was pricey, a fact his uncle corlys never ceases to remind him of, but he loves it. gave it a name and everything—vermax.

the only cousins he talks to regularly are the twins, baela and rhaena. they flock together during board meetings, three ideal images of the pristine image their family attempts to portray. he and baela are most like minded, so much so that the rest of the board jokes they’re reading each others minds.

on the opposite end of the spectrum, alicent’s children— aegon, aemond, and helena, are of much different minds. the eldest of the them is prepped to take over his grandfather’s media empire. a complete disaster waiting to happen given aegon’s incessant and very public bad behavior. jace figures the young man more of a puppet if anything. the second born is somehow an even worse case, behavior less public but far more… sadistic. aemond is known in well to do social circles for his vitriol, mouth constantly fixed to land a cutting blow.

the youngest, helena, is actually quite sweet albeit heavily reclusive. she’s the founder of several successful ventures, thrust into the spotlight at a young age. these days the most the public get from her is a monthly blog update—refined and well crafted—detailing a mix of what she learned that month and a few run-on sentences about insects. but she always finds time for him at their disjointed family events, no matter the animosity in the room. she’s one of his favorite people to talk to. jace swears that somehow, she always knows just what to say.

on sunday’s he winds up at one of his uncle daemon’s golf courses. am agreement he took up after the death of viserys. his uncle is lonely without his brother, and he’s never had to tell jace that for him to know it. jace is rather shit at the sport, but he’s found that as long as daemon has a drink in his hand, nothing will be commented on. sometimes luke will tag along just to gloat, his younger brother has always been at golf.

every christmas he takes his siblings on a hunt. just like their dad, harwin, used to. it’s gotten to be a big deal after so many years. his mother often reminds him, jokingly, that he is the reason their home has become the holiday stomping grounds. he’s replied back many times that at least that saves them from the hightower’s grounds, and their brutish security detail. headed by one criston cole, he’s has never gotten a good feel for the man—or the men under his command.

jace can’t fall asleep without some form of auditory stimulation. he blames laenor, always gifting a young jace pirated lullaby cd’s… for some reason. nowadays, he’s usually a listening to a history podcast before bed. never picky on the topic or timeframe, he could listen to the tales of the past forever.

additionally—jacaerys loves linguistics. if you looked through his search history you’d find the following searches: why do we feel different when speaking in a different language? / are there languages with no numbers? / what happened to the transatlantic accent? / “where did the word ‘cocktail’ come from?

he has successfully created and maintained a masked dj persona after a drunken dare in ibiza from rhaena. he’s booked a handful of gigs, all without his name attached to it. rhaena keeps it a secret, at the promise she gets to accompany him at her own whim.

jace has only ever publicly has had one relationship. he dated cregan’s half-sister for a few years, sara. sure he had to deal with his best friends griping for a few years, but he really did love the girl. they broke up due to their schedules, moreso, his schedule. he promised baela he won’t make the same mistake in his next relationship.

he never has trouble finding people to fawn over him, but he does have a horrible issue with committing. not that he wants to play the field or hurt hearts, but he truly believes no one will ever give him the grace he needs to feel secure in the relationship. he feels like he already has too much baggage, carrying his own and his family’s. at this point, he’d rather have a few hookups as opposed to being let down—jacaerys hates that the most about himself, above all else.

that’s why he so confused as of late. unable to seem get his mind off of someone—something completely unaccustomed to him. you’re fresh at the firm, relegated to coffee runs and still straight to the book but god—jace thinks you're perfect.

he didn't even fully grasp his fixation on you until asking himself why on earth he keeps volunteering you to sit in on his client meetings. he almost shutters everytime he remembers the stupid excuse he forced out after you dared to ask him why—"i just write so slow, and i don't want to miss anything." a lie. jacaerys could tune out a client for an entire session and still win a case, but he determined early he'd rather bask in yout presence instead. however diluted he must keep his feelings...

[scotianostra]

Muriel Thompson a decorated Scottish World War I ambulance driver, racing driver and suffragist was born on this day 1875.

Thompson was born on 10th June 1875 in Aberdeen, Scotland to Agnes Marion Williamson, the second wife of Cornelius Thompson, a shipowner and marine architect. She was the fifth of eight children. Her grandfather George Thompson had been Lord Provost of Aberdeen and an MP for the city.

Thompson was an avid motorist, and from an early age she drove the family car. She and her brothers helped found the Brooklands Automobile Racing Club. On 4 July 1908 she won the first ladies’ motor race held at Brookland, the Ladies’ Bracelet Handicap, she caused quite a stir by beating the wife of the racetrack’s owner with metres to spare.

After the race, Muriel was greeted by cries of “women deserve the vote now!” She agreed, and was hired as a chauffeur by the Women’s Social and Political Union. Driving a green Austin with white wheels and purple stripes – the suffragette colours – she took Emmeline Pankhurst on her 1909 national tour

Her daredevil driving skills proved lifesaving during the First World War. In 1915, she signed up to the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry, and us Scots must have a slight snigger at the acronym, FANY.

Three months later, she was awarded the Knight’s Cross of the Order of Leopold II by King Albert of Belgium for evacuating wounded soldiers under fire. Alongside her Calais convoy, in 1917, she became one of the first women to drive for the British Army, who had until that point refused FANY’s services.

Thompers, as her colleagues called her, kept meticulous diaries while abroad. They reveal the horrors of war, but also the camaraderie and independence she experienced.

Muriel saved hundreds of lives during the war. In January 1918, she became Commanding Officer of the newly-formed St Omer convoy, and was awarded the Military Medal and the Croix de Guerre for her fearless fight to evacuate the injured during air raids.

Muriel returned to Britain two months before the war ended and resigned from FANY in 1922 – she was one of the bravest and best they had. Muriel died a few months before the Second World War broke out.

Photos are of Muriel Thompson and her medals include: Military Medal 1914-18; 1914-15 Star; British War Medal 1914-20; Allied Victory Medal 1914-19 with oak leaf for Mentioned in Dispatches; Order of Leopold II, Belgium, 1914-18, Badge of the 5th Class; Croix de Guerre, France 1914-18.

[leftfield-fm]

Scott Ross says of that evening:

The first time I dropped pills was with Brian. I think I knew even then that one day he was going to kill himself with an overdose. He went at it in a crazy way, mixing ups and downs, red pills, yellow pills, pills with stripes on them. “You ought to try this,” Brian said, handing me a fistful of multi-coloured capsules. I don’t think even he knew what they were. Somebody had given them to him and Brian was the kind to try anything. …a party was going on, had been going on for four days. Brian popped four of the pills into his mouth. “Groovy,” he said. I took two of them and they were groovy all right! When we walked back into the party a little later, I felt like I was the tallest one in the room. “Let’s go over to my hotel,” Brian said. “I’ve got some of the good stuff, straight from Mexico.” I had never smoked marijuana, but the mood I was in, anything sounded good. As Brian’s chauffeur-driven Cadillac was heading crosstown, the street-lights began to look brown to me. I figured it was the pills. But then they went out altogether. The lights in the stores were out, too. I rolled down the window. Women were screaming. “Maybe the world is coming to an end,” Brian said. The traffic lights weren’t working and the limousine slowed to a crawl. Automobile headlights were the only illumination on the streets. At last, our driver weaved his way through the snarl to the hotel. I wouldn’t have believed it. In spite of the weird, blacked-out city, there was a group of teeny-boppers in front of the main entrance waiting for Brian to come back. “There he is!” they shouted. “Quick!” said Brian. He pushed me through the service door and waved to the man on duty. Obviously, the guy had been through this before, because he had the door locked behind us almost before we were through it. He handed us a candle and showed us how to get up to the lobby since the elevators weren’t working. The lobby, too, was candle-lit. We climbed a lot of flights to Brian’s suite. We were taking our coats off when there was a knock on the door. Brian took the candle and opened it. It was Bob Dylan with a bunch of people. “It’s an invasion from Mars,” said Bob. They all came in and we stood at Brian’s windows looking out over the dark city. It was wild, like Glasgow in the war. “Let’s turn on,” said Bob. “What better time? The little green men have landed.” Brian rolled me my first marijuana cigarette. Neither he nor Bob could believe that I had never smoked pot. By now, they were saying on the transistor radio that the blackout was probably nothing more than a massive power failure. But we knew better. It was the end of the world and we were going out on cloud nine.

That night, Brian took part in a jam session with Dylan, Robbie Robertson and Bobby Neuwirth in his room. They played acoustic guitars by candle-light, but there was no power to record the music: this session was always referred to later as “The Lost Jam.”

excerpt from Bill Wyman's memoir, Stone Alone

[imagines-fandom-backup]

Chapter 2.1

Masterlist

Warnings- Usual PB violence, swearing, allusion to SA at the very end

2 years later

All of us were gathered around Freddie's casket. Tommy stepped forward. "I promised my friend, Freddie Thorne, that I would say a few words over his grave if he should pass before me. I made this promise before he became my brother-in-law, when we were in France, fighting for the king. And in the end, it wasn't war that took Freddie. Pestilence took him. But Freddie passed on his soul and his spirit to a new generation before he was cruelly taken." The service ended right after that.

I took a little walk with Thomas and Ada. 

"We thought now that Freddie's gone, you might come back to Birmingham."

"We really miss you, Ada."

"God, do you know how funny it is that Tommy's got chauffeurs in uniform now?"

"It's just for the occasion."

"Do you know how unfair it is that you have 4 Bugattis when half the country's starving?"

"So now they've made you ashamed of us, eh?" We stopped walking.

"Sometimes when I think about how I used to be, it makes me embarrassed." Tommy and I glanced at each other. 

Polly walked up to us with a smile. 

"Karl is with his cousins. I caught them trying to pinch flowers off a grave. Ada, are you coming home?" 

"I'm going home."

"We make her embarrassed," I mumbled. 

I looked at Ada who rolled her eyes. 

"That's not what I said."

"There's another reason we want you home. We're planning an expansion. I'm taking premises in London."

"Tommy, it's a funeral. Business can wait."

"Polly, if Ada was weeping, then I'd stop. But she's not. The expansion means it's gonna be dangerous to be a Shelby in London for a while."

"Yeah. Well, I'm not a Shelby anymore. And I'm not a Thorne now either. I'm free. I've got to get Karl home." She walked away. 

She left the 3 of us standing there. Polly turned to look at Tommy. 

"I told you to let me do it."

"It's alright. I'll have some men watch her house till the danger passes." We watched a man on a motorbike ride up to Arthur. 

He quickly whispered something to Arthur. Arthur waved Tommy over as he started walking toward us. Aunt Polly leaned over to me. 

"Till danger passes."

"That'll be the bloody day." She nodded as we walked towards the crowd. 

Tommy, Aunt Polly, a few of our men, and I went to the Garrison. Someone had blown it up. We walked underneath the chains to get a better look. A copper was already there waiting for us. "It happened at exactly 7:00 a.m. Nobody saw anything. Our patrols were not in the area. Mr. Shelby, you got any idea who might have done it? I'd say it was something to do with the gas." 

We both know that's not true. We knew exactly who did it and why. He handed money to the copper. "Just been fitted." Aunt Polly walked inside. "Madam, the structure hasn't been declared safe. Madam," he yelled after her. 

She bent over to pick something up off the ground. ​​"This is all over the place." She handed some to Tommy. It was green confetti. What the hell? Tommy nodded to the copper.

"You can go."

"Right." He walked away. 

We stood there looking at the building. "Who? Who did this to us," Aunt Polly asked. Tommy and I went to a pub to find the people who did this. "Whiskey, Irish. None for her." He flopped his hat down on the counter. The bartender poured him the drink. Tommy put the money on the counter only for it to be pushed back to him. 

"Heard there was a bit of a bang in your part of town."

"Gas and electric don't mix. Who would've thought they would, eh?"

"How's business otherwise, Mr. Shelby?"

"You know something? In these times of hunger and hardship, business is surprisingly good." He turned to lean against the counter. 

He took a swig of his drink. A little boy walked down the old wooden steps. His heavy footsteps echoed through the small building. "Which one is the Peaky Blinder devils?" Tommy downed his drink to follow after the little boy. I was right behind him. We followed the little boy through backyards and alleyways. 

We had no idea where he was taking us. We walked inside a warehouse with one pig hanging up on a metal hook. It was naked and gutted. 2 men grabbed us from behind. They stripped us of our hats, guns, and coats. They put bags over our heads before pulling us along. They sat us down on wooden chairs before taking the bags off. 

We were sitting in a tiny room. A man and a woman sat across from us. There was an old table separating us. There was barely any light in the room. The only light was from the spaces between the boarded-up windows. 

"Thomas and Anna Shelby."

"You blew up our pub."

"Anger defeats fear. Good."

"You blew up my pub." 

"Tommy has a reputation to uphold," she looked over at her partner.

Her partner looked Tommy up and down. He finally spoke. 

"A reputation for not being scared of anything."

"In all the world, violent men are the easiest to deal with," she seemed to almost laugh.

Tommy glanced at me then back to them. "So tell me, which brand of rebel are you...eh? I read somewhere that you Paddies started fighting amongst yourselves now. The king offers you a peace treaty and you start a war about it. That's funny, don't you think? A war about peace." It went silent as the 4 of us stared at each other. 

"So are you for the treaty or against the treaty? Forgive me, I get confused," he leaned back in his chair. Her partner slowly reached for the gun. He got up from his chair, dragging the gun on the table as he walked over to me. The lady crossed her arms over her chest.

"You are one decision away from your deaths, Mr. Shelby." 

"So stop fucking smiling," her partner snapped.

I cleared my throat as I shifted in my seat. "Your name is Irene O'Donnell. You have a son at the Cherry Wood Road School in Harborne. He has irons on his legs. His name is Sean. He comes last in every race...poor boy. Poor boy, race is important. If you know what I mean, Irene." The gun was cocked and held to the side of my head. 

It was cold on my temple. Her partner didn't seem too smart. "Oh, she speaks. There are other ways of carrying out this mission. Please allow me to put the bullet in the scum tinker's head." Irene watched as she waited for my reaction. She wasn't getting one out of me. 

She still stared at me. 

"No. They research their enemies. That's why they've been chosen."

"We are chosen," Tommy asked. 

I looked at her partner. "I'm chosen."

"Can the chosen one smoke," Tommy asked again. 

The gun was taken from my head. Tommy reached in his pocket for his cigarettes. 

"A vacancy has appeared and you are going to fill it."

"Chosen by whom?"

"An informed consensus."

"We have things to do. So perhaps you could tell the chosen ones what we've been chosen for."

"From now on, you shut your fucking Gypsy mouthes and listen to your instructions." We were ushered out of the room. 

Our jackets and guns were hanging on the hooks next to the naked pig. We didn't say anything to each other as we got dressed. "Fuck," Tommy yelled as he knocked over some boxes. I stood aside as I watched him. Why can't anything just be normal? He wiped his mouth with his hand before putting on his coat and hat. 

I went home as Tommy went to his office. I guess the look on my face told Aunt Polly that I didn't want to talk about what happened. She could hear it from Tommy. We had a family meeting soon anyway. We sat around waiting for Tommy to get here. Finn was pacing back and forth. "Sit down, Finn," Arthur snapped. 

Finn finally sat down next to me. John looked at Aunt Polly who was staring out of the window. 

"Where the bloody hell is Tommy?"

"He is on his way."

"Alright then, while we're waiting patiently...Whiskey. Left over from the explosion. Good stuff." He put a crate on top of the table. 

He started pouring us all glasses. After the day I've had, I wasn't going to say no. John cleared his throat. 

"Right, before Tommy gets here, I think there are a few things we need to get straight between the rest of us."

"You think?"

"Yes, Anna. I want to know...when did we take a vote on this expansion south?" He waited for an answer. 

Aunt Polly turned around, walking closer to the table. 

"You have anything to say, you wait for Thomas."

"Polly's fucking right," Arthur agreed. 

"I see all the books. Legal and off-track. So stuff you don't see-"

"I see the books too, John-"

"And in the past year, the Shelby Company Limited has been making 150 pounds a day. Right? A fucking day! Sometimes more. So what I wanna know is why are we changing things? Polly, look what's happened already. Haven't even set foot in London yet, they've already blown up our fucking pub."

"Who said anything about Cockneys," Arthur asked. 

"Who else," Esme asked. 

"Do you know who did it," I asked as I turned to look at her. 

"No, she doesn't know who did it," John interjected. 

"I'm told only family is allowed to speak." She looked back down at her book. 

Tommy walked into the room. No one saw him until he spoke. "Everyone is allowed to speak. On your feet, Esme. Let's hear what you have to say." John cleared his throat. He stood up a little straighter as he planted his feet firmly on the ground. 

"I speak for your household. So could-"

"John, this company is a modern enterprise and believes in equal rights for women. On your feet, Esme." Esme looked at John as she put her book aside. 

She slowly stood up. 

"I'm not a blood member of this family. But perhaps indeed because I'm not a member, I could see things in a different light. So I'll get to my point."

"That would be nice."

"Aunt Pol," I whispered as I gently nudged her. 

She shrugged as she lit her cigarette. "As my husband said, Shelby Company Limited has become very successful. But London...I have kin and Shepherd's Bush and Portobello. It's more like wars between armies down there. And the coppers fight side-by-side with them. And there are foreigners of every description. And the use of bombs is the least of it. I have a child. Blessed with the Shelby family's good looks. I want John to see him grow up. I want us to someday live somewhere with fresh air and trees. And keep chickens or something. But London is just smoke and trouble, Thomas. That's all I have to say," She sat back down. 

Arthur stared straight ahead. "That was a lot of words. A lot of words. Wash them down with a nice drink." He handed Tommy a glass of Whiskey. "Thank you, Esme." Tommy finished his drink. 

He lit his cigarette. 

"Firstly the bag in the pub had nothing to do with London, understood? The bang is something I'm dealing with on me own. Secondly, we have nothing to fear from the proposed business expansion as long as we stick together. After the first few weeks, nine-tenths of what we do in London will be legal. The other tenth is in good hands. Isn't that right, Arthur?"

"That's right."

"Some of you in this room have expressed your reservations. Fair enough. Any of you who want no part in the future of this company, walk out the door. Right now. Go raise your chickens. For those of you with ambition, the expansion process starts tomorrow." Tommy walked out of the room. 

The next morning, I was invited to go on a holiday with the boys. Arthur and I waited outside of John's house for Tommy to get the car and for John to come outside. I called up to his window. 

"Tommy's here."

"Alright, hold on." Tommy got out and stood next to the car. 

"John," Tommy yelled this time. "I'm coming!" John's voice sounded louder this time. 

Arthur took a swig out of the bottle he was holding. Tommy looked over wondering what it was. "Seven o'clock, twelve, ten if I'm still sober. I got it from the doctor." He handed it to Tommy. "It keeps me nice and calm." Tommy smelled the brown liquid. 

He pointed it at Arthur.

"Same thing they gave us in the trenches, stop us fucking wanking."

"Polly said it's good for me temper. It slows me down. "

"Arthur, there are some things Polly doesn't understand." Tommy turned the bottle over to pour it out. 

"Tommy," I shouted. 

He shook the bottle to get the remaining drops out. "I need you fast, not slow." He tossed the bottle to the side. John finally came out of the house.  "She wouldn't let go of me fucking leg."

"I bet that's not all she wouldn't let go of," Arthur laughed. 

"You know she's against this, Tom. She's got opinions."

"Nothing wrong with opinions, John."

"Get in the fucking car."

"Shut up!" We all climbed in. 

I sat in the back with John as Arthur climbed in front. "Peaky Blinders are going on fucking holiday," Arthur shouted as he stood up. "Sit down, you mad bastard." John pulled him back into the leather seat. We drove until we hit the field. The boys got out to take a pee break. I got out of the car to stretch my legs. 

They were making jokes about raising chickens and living in the countryside. As we walked back to the car, Tommy ripped up a tarp from the very back seat. There was a body in the back.

"Who the hell is that?"

"It's Irish business. I thought it'd be best to deal with it meself."

"I was sitting that close to a random dead guy? I'm not helping." I hopped into the front of the car as they buried him. 

We finished our trip to London by night. We walked into a crowded club. It was full of drunks and druggies. The music hurt my ears. The people dancing around us were giving me a headache. John seemed to like the atmosphere. I did not. 

We found a table in the middle of the room to sit at. They brought out a bottle of booze. "Isn't this Sabini's club," I yelled over the music. Tommy nodded as the waiter put the bottle down. 

"Jesus Christ. Everybody in here is a fucking face."

"Just the lieutenants, John. No sign of the officers." 

"Let's line 'em up," John smirked as he lined up the glasses. 

He started to pour us all a drink. A different waiter walked over to our table. 

"There has been a mistake. I'm afraid you are going to have to leave."

"We just bought a fucking bottle," John shouted.

"A couple of the men know you from the tracks in the north."

"We get that a lot."

"They say you have no business coming south of the line without prior agreement."

"What line would that be, my friend?"

"They say, this is provocation."

"Right, well, you tell them we're on holiday," I smirked as I held up my drink.

I took a drink as did Tommy. "You're breaking the rules. They say you are the Peaky Blinders." A glass was thrown at our table. It shattered everywhere. "Peaky scum," someone shouted. Tommy immediately turned to that person. 

A giant fight broke out. We fought until a gun went off. The waiter was pointing a gun at us. "Get out," was all he said. We had no choice but to make our way outside. "We came here not to make enemies but to make new friends. Those of you who are last will be first. You know where to find us," Tommy announced on our way out. We took the bottle of booze with us. 

We walked back to the car. Arthur reached into his mouth. 

"I think I lost a fucking tooth. At this rate, I won't have any. Some fucking holiday this is."

"Yeah. You lost without your fucking medicine now, Arthur?"

"Here, this'll fix you."

"Give me that." He took the bottle of Whiskey from Tommy. 

Tommy pointed to John as we walked along. 

"You John-boy, eh? How are you? Or should I ask your fucking wife?"

"Give over!"

"No more talk of chicken, you hear me?"

"Fuck the chickens," Arthur slurred as John broke out into a fit of laughter.

Tommy walked a little further ahead of us. "Got 50 quid in my pocket. Let's go paint the town, eh?" That's exactly what we did. We didn't get back home until late morning. We were all exhausted and drunk. It was a miracle that we made it home in one piece. It was the most fun any of us had in a while. 

I sat with Tommy in his office late at night. He sighed as he looked up from his paperwork. 

"Polly is pissed at me."

"Why's that?"

"I poured out Arthur's medicine and this came in an hour ago." He handed me a slip of paper. 

'Let's break bread.' It didn't have a name but it came from Camden Town. I sighed as I put the paper down. "Do we go see Alfie?" He shrugged as he took a drag of his cigarette. After he finished his drink, we made our way out to the garage. We didn't feel like walking home in the rain tonight. 

I flinched at the sudden cold raindrops. Luckily, we didn't have to walk far. I sighed in relief when we made it under. I put my hand on the cold door handle. The back door creaked open. A man with a gun pointed at me stepped out. I held up my hands as I backed up. 

Another man came out, then another. We tried everything to keep them off of us. They just kept coming. Tommy and I were both on the ground in seconds. They were punching and hitting us as if we were trash. I had no idea how many men there were now. I didn't even care at this point. 

I knew one or both of us were going to die. I was drifting in and out of consciousness as I lay on the wet ground. They were still working on Tommy. I wished I was unconscious. I was surprised I already wasn't. The pain was too much. "Get her over here," one of them screamed. 

They pulled me away from Tommy as I screamed. I couldn't move. Fire ripped through my body every time I did. I couldn't fight them anymore. I got a glimpse of Tommy. It was almost too dark in the garage to see. He was lifelessly laying there.

I was barely above the surface as they pulled me up. The last thing I felt before everything went dark were hands on the buttons of my pants. 

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‘Verse: Box Boy Universe Story: A Girl Called Spider Timeline: Spider has been free for a few years

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Sam’s kitchen is always well stocked. The cupboards are full of rice and beans, lentils and pasta, dozens of spreads and sauces, flour and dried fruit and nuts, canned soups and tomatoes and more beans. 

The fridge is organised – pickles and jars at the top, then tofus and tubs like margarine and his homemade mushroom pâté. Tupperwares in the middle for easy access. Apples and potatoes and squash below that, then salad and delicate veg in the box at the bottom.

Most exciting of all, on the countertop sits a spice rack, overflowing with little glass jars full of herbs and spices in every possible shade of green and brown and autumnal orange. It spins and folds out to reveal yet more spices, which he calls a silly indulgence as he shows it off to Spider with a slightly embarrassed grin.

She sits on one of his slightly-alarmingly-unsteady kitchen chairs with her knees tucked up to her chest and her arms loosely looped around them – well aware that like this she looks innocently casual but her short shorts show off scandalous amounts of thigh and perhaps even a hint of panties – and watches with fascination as he hums over a soup pan, adding this spice and that according to some unwritten schema that she can only begin to guess at.

He only tastes it once, right at the end, to make sure it’s good before he serves it.

And it’s good, possibly the best thing Spider has ever tasted – or at least, that she remembers ever tasting.

“Why did you take me out to those expensive places,” she jokes, “when you make better food at home?”

Sam blushes. It’s cute. 

She’s never met anyone as harmless as Sam. She’s never felt safe in someone else’s space any of the times she’s let them take her home. But even here in his kitchen in his flat she can’t be afraid of Sam. The man shoos flies out of windows rather than let them dry up in the indoor air.

A week later he has her at the stove beside him, picking out herbs for a pasta bake. He flips each lid back and holds the jars out, and Spider takes deep sniffs of each, giggling at the indelicacy of it. 

She likes tarragon, and lemongrass. Sam puts both in in generous helpings, then picks out half a dozen others to “complement” them. 

When Spider asks how he decides he says “you just sniff them and imagine what would go well together.” “You didn’t sniff anything just now,” she points out. “I’ve been cooking since I was a little kid. Eventually I guess you just know what works.” “Well, I think you’re very talented.”

Later, weeks later, she stands in his kitchen on her own and contemplates the spice rack.

It’s still crazy to her that he doesn’t mind her just exploring his flat, unsupervised. She could take half the things he owns and she isn’t sure if he’d notice, let alone blame her.

And she has thought about it. Sam’s not rich, but he’s better off than most of the people Spider spends time with. Certainly better off than Spider, who on an average week has approximately nothing to her name. 

If she took his electronics, and the watch his dad gave him that he doesn’t usually wear because it’s “too fancy” for him, and maybe the nicest clothes out of his closet, Walker would take them off her hands for enough to keep Spider going for months. 

And that’s not counting the cash under Sam’s mattress, or however much she might be able to get off his card before he cancelled��

But if she did that, she’d lose a safe place to sleep. She’d lose access to the best food in town, and Sam’s service as a chauffeur, and all the other gifts and favours she gets in exchange for her charming company and her skills between the sheets.

Sam’s a good thing in her life. She’s not ready to cut and run.

She picks up a spice jar at random, flicks the lid back, and smells it. Cumin. It smells a little like Indian food.

A herb. Coriander. Sam cooks with this often. He put it in the pasta bake with the tarragon and the lemongrass.

Another herb. Bright orange turmeric. Indian again. The first time she had Indian food with Avon it brought up aberrant memories, but she couldn’t catch them before they slipped away. He decided that Indian food was her favourite because she begged to get it again and again hoping to set off the same memories, but it never worked.

Lemongrass, the one she liked. It really is quite a lot like lemon. She distracts herself for a minute searching the kitchen to see if Sam has any real lemons so that she can compare the two, but she can’t find any.

Dill. She’s ambivalent. It’s not as strong a smell as some of the others, but she isn’t sure if that’s the nature of the herb or just because there’s less left in the jar.

Cardamom is not a powder, but a whole load of little greenish pods. Spider inhales the scent, and the headache hits her like a truck.

She knows better than to double over with it. But she’s glad Sam’s asleep because she can’t fully hide it. Her face twitches against her will, her breath catches, and her mouth opens a little with the last vestiges of the primitive instinct to make noise about it. They didn’t quite train that out of her. She is still an animal, under everything else.

She sinks to the tiles and takes deep breaths, trying to force all the little muscles of her face and scalp to relax. She imagines Handler Rayce’s warm, rough hands smoothing the pain away from her temples, his voice telling her to be a good girl and let it go.

She doesn’t let it go. She closes her eyes against the pain, and takes another deep sniff of the cardamom. 

It smells like… chai. Like warmth, like tea in the morning. A dozen memories float just out of reach, like words on the tip of the tongue. She wants chai suddenly, wants it so badly it aches in her chest. She wants someone to make it for her and put it into her hands and she almost, almost knows who that someone should be but – but she doesn’t. She doesn’t know.

She sits there on the floor, huddled against the cabinets with the cardamom under her nose and breathes the headache in like a drug. Time doesn’t pass, like it never used to pass in training when the pain was so bad there was only one moment and that moment was hell.

Her skin is cold with sweat and prickly all over. Cold like the white rooms. The bright white light finds her even behind her eyelids, but she pushes it away. She wants to remember hot tea and the smell of spices and – and something about mornings –

She’s not sure if the headache eventually starts to ebb, or if she just adjusts to it. She used to be used to pain. 

She doesn’t remember what the clock read when she sat down on the cold tiles, but she knows time has passed because her nose has adjusted to the cardamom and she barely smells it any more.

She wants chai.

She can’t hold onto anything else from the aberrant memories, but she knows she wants chai.

Moving slowly so as not to jolt her throbbing head, she gets up. She puts the kettle on. 

Cardamom goes into the pot. She rips tea bags open for their leaves. Cardamom and ginger, and… cinnamon, and a little nutmeg, and… cloves, and star anise, and black pepper. He has no malai or condensed milk or even regular milk, but maybe almond milk will be okay. Better than just water.

There’s a tune somewhere in the back of her head as she stirs, but she can’t remember enough of it to hum it. Just a vague sense of the mood of it, and the stabbing, throbbing pain behind her eyes.

“Casey?” Sam is bleary-eyed in the doorway, still wearing his stupid striped pajamas. “I’m making chai,” Spider says, extra careful to keep her tone light and airy. “It’s 4AM,” says Sam. “So?”

He pulls up a chair.

“... Is there enough for me?” Spider looks down at the pan. She’s made enough for… several people, actually. “Yes,” she says. “Mm. That’s nice.”

He’s quiet while she turns off the gas and ladles the tea into mugs. But she moves too fast and makes herself wince, and Sam notices despite seeming barely aware of anything else around him.

“Are you okay, babe?” “Just a headache.” Her heart pounds, but it doesn’t mean anything. Normal people get headaches too.

Sam stands up, and he’s clumsy and his chair makes an alarming cracking creak. Both wince. “Have you taken anything for it?” he asks. “Hm?” “Painkillers.” “No.” Sweat prickles across the back of her neck. Should she have? Would that be the normal thing to do? But Sam just nods. “I don’t know why it’s so hard to remember painkillers when you have a headache,” he says. “I’ll get you some.”

By the time he gets back with the white tablets, Spider has the mugs on the table. Her hands wrap around hers, soaking up the heat to drive back the chill of the memories from training.

“Here you go.”

From anyone else, she’d think twice about swallowing mystery tablets. From Sam, they’re definitely what he says they are. He’s far too straight-laced for anything else.

“Mmm!” he exclaims as he takes his first sip. “This is really good.” He’s definitely had chai before. He’s playing it up for her sake, but that’s kinda cute too. “Chai masala,” she says. “Just like my mum used to make. Except the almond milk. We didn’t use almond milk.” “It’s delicious.”

Just like my mum used to make. 

Those words will haunt her for months. Did she make that up, like she makes up everything else about her past? Or did she remember it, before the memories slipped away? 

She doesn’t know. There’s no way to know.

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Guanabana Gang

On Friday morning, our chauffeur Stacia transported us to La Fortuna. As we approached where we thought our Airbnb was, we lost service. The directions were not at all clear, and our hanger won out, so we quit and went for lunch at the first place we saw.

It turned out to be everything we needed: fresh dragonfruit, maracuya, and guanabana juice accompanied by fresh ceviche, garlic shrimp, and wait for it…more fish. We hopped on the wifi, downloaded the map, and successfully found our Airbnb!

After checking in, we went to the Don Olivio chocolate tour. Immediately upon arrival, we were greeted with bananas, papaya, and chocolate fudge. To say the least, we were already into it. We took a quick look at the surrounding fruit trees and saw a two-toed sloth named Maria munchin’ on some hibiscus leaves.

We saw pink bananas AKA bird food, green-rinded oranges, guanabana, and cacao, and we took shots of sugar cane rum. Our guide cracked open the cacao and gave us each a bean covered in a sweet mango-flavored coating. At the end of the tour, we sat down and somehow consumed hot chocolate and pure hot coffee with a bit of fresh vanilla extract.

On our way back from the tour, we stopped at a local grocery store where we got some local coffee and an assortment of road trip snacks including ceviche-flavored plantain chips, which we ate for dinner because we were too pooped to go out.

The next morning, we had some of that 100% Arabica coffee, and Stacia & Jess were twitching, but it helped us get on the road by 7 am! Less than an hour later with a few bumps along the way, we were at Arenal River canyon for our canyoneering/zip-lining adventure.

We did 4 repels through waterfalls, 2 zip-lines, and 3 jumps into the water. Stacia was the most scared with me at a close second but only for the free-jumps. Frances took everything like a champ. Our lunch was included at the Mistico Hanging Bridges Park where we got a spectacular view of the Arenal volcano, saw an anteater, and got a huge plate of Costa Rican almuerzo.

Back at the BnB, we relaxed by reading in the hammock before getting dressed up and listening to our old college playlists. We hit up downtown La Fortuna and got two excellent tangerine ceviches because what is a meal in Costa Rica without ceviche?? We then got a drink at Lava Lounge, where we listened to some sub-par live reggae and hung out with a pregnant cat.

The next morning, we all woke up at our leisure and went to Mirador El Silencio for our morning rainforest hike, which included a trail with a great view of Arenal along volcanic rocks. We said “¡buenas!” to a few cows on our way out and then headed to the Ecotermales Hot Springs.

This is Arenal’s only truly natural hot springs, and it felt like paradise. We ate a wonderful buffet of fresh food and Stacia announced “I’ve never been happier in my life” as she held the bare chicken in her hands.

It was a little hot outside to be jumping from hot pool to hot pool but luckily we found a cooler spot and some shade. We left feeling completely relaxed.

For dinner, we went to La Street where Stacia and Frances split a huge taco platter, and I got fish with hearts of palm and mashed potatoes with a gooseberry on top. We ate until we could eat no more, and then we walked it off. Frances dove into a hearts of palm rabbit hole and learned that we should avoid single-stemmed hearts of palm.

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[scotianostra]

Our second Aberdonian of the day is Muriel Thompson who was a decorated Scottish World War I ambulance driver, racing driver and suffragist.

Thompson was born on 10th June 1875 in Aberdeen, Scotland to Agnes Marion Williamson, the second wife of Cornelius Thompson, a shipowner and marine architect. She was the fifth of eight children. Her grandfather George Thompson had been Lord Provost of Aberdeen and an MP for the city.

Thompson was an avid motorist, and from an early age she drove the family car. She and her brothers helped found the Brooklands Automobile Racing Club. On 4 July 1908 she won the first ladies’ motor race held at Brookland, the Ladies’ Bracelet Handicap, she caused quite a stir by beating the wife of the racetrack’s owner with metres to spare.

After the race, Muriel was greeted by cries of “women deserve the vote now!” She agreed, and was hired as a chauffeur by the Women’s Social and Political Union. Driving a green Austin with white wheels and purple stripes – the suffragette colours – she took Emmeline Pankhurst on her 1909 national tour

Her daredevil driving skills proved lifesaving during the First World War. In 1915, she signed up to the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry, and us Scots must have a slight snigger at the acronym, FANY.

Three months later, she was awarded the Knight’s Cross of the Order of Leopold II by King Albert of Belgium for evacuating wounded soldiers under fire. Alongside her Calais convoy, in 1917, she became one of the first women to drive for the British Army, who had until that point refused FANY’s services.

Thompers, as her colleagues called her, kept meticulous diaries while abroad. They reveal the horrors of war, but also the camaraderie and independence she experienced.

Muriel saved hundreds of lives during the war. In January 1918, she became Commanding Officer of the newly-formed St Omer convoy, and was awarded the Military Medal and the Croix de Guerre for her fearless fight to evacuate the injured during air raids.

Muriel returned to Britain two months before the war ended and resigned from FANY in 1922 – she was one of the bravest and best they had. Muriel died a few months before the Second World War broke out.

Muriel's medals include: Military Medal 1914-18; 1914-15 Star; British War Medal 1914-20; Allied Victory Medal 1914-19 with oak leaf for Mentioned in Dispatches; Order of Leopold II, Belgium, 1914-18, Badge of the 5th Class; Croix de Guerre, France 1914-18.

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Whether you're planning your honeymoon, a family getaway, or an adventure-filled solo trip, the right Kashmir Tour Package can elevate your experience from great to absolutely magical. That’s where India Travel Holiday steps in — offering handpicked tour packages that bring the best of Kashmir to your itinerary.

Why Choose Kashmir as Your Next Travel Destination?

Kashmir offers a rare blend of natural beauty and cultural richness. From the tranquil Dal Lake in Srinagar to the snow-draped slopes of Gulmarg and the lush green meadows of Pahalgam, every corner of this valley tells a story. Here are just a few reasons Kashmir continues to captivate:

Unmatched Natural Beauty: Crystal-clear lakes, alpine forests, apple orchards, and towering peaks.

Cultural Experiences: Traditional wooden houseboats, local Kashmiri cuisine, and vibrant handicrafts.

Year-Round Travel: Enjoy snowfall and skiing in winter, tulip gardens in spring, and cool mountain air in summer.

What to Expect from Kashmir Tour Packages

When you book a tour through India Travel Holiday, you’re not just booking transport and hotels — you’re unlocking a curated experience that’s seamless from start to finish. Here’s what their Kashmir tour packages typically include:

Accommodation in premium hotels or traditional houseboats

Daily sightseeing tours with expert local guides

Private transport with chauffeur service

Customizable itineraries based on your budget and interests

24/7 travel assistance and support

Explore the full list of packages here: https://indiatravelholiday.com/kashmir.php.

Top Kashmir Tour Packages to Consider

India Travel Holiday offers a wide range of packages suitable for all types of travelers. Here are some of the most popular options:

1. Romantic Kashmir Honeymoon Package (5N/6D)

Perfect for newlyweds, this package includes a night in a houseboat on Dal Lake, a visit to the Mughal Gardens, a romantic Shikara ride, and excursions to Gulmarg and Pahalgam.

2. Family Fun in Kashmir (6N/7D)

Designed for families with children and seniors, this tour offers light activities, scenic views, and time for relaxation, along with cultural experiences like local market visits and Kashmiri cuisine tastings.

3. Adventure Escape to Kashmir (4N/5D)

This is ideal for thrill-seekers. It includes skiing in Gulmarg, river rafting in Sonmarg, and guided treks through the Himalayas.

4. Luxury Kashmir Getaway (Custom Duration)

For those looking for an indulgent travel experience, this package features stays in premium resorts, spa sessions, private tours, and more.

Why Book with India Travel Holiday?

In a sea of travel providers, India Travel Holiday stands out for its transparency, reliability, and local expertise. Here’s why thousands of travelers choose them:

Trusted & Verified: Years of experience in Kashmir tourism

Affordable Pricing: Competitive rates with no hidden charges

End-to-End Service: From flights and stays to sightseeing and support

Custom Travel Solutions: Tailored packages for solo, group, or couple travelers

They’ve earned glowing reviews for their customer service and in-depth knowledge of Kashmir’s hidden gems.

Book Your Kashmir Experience Today

As more travelers look for meaningful, nature-rich getaways, Kashmir is rising to the top of the bucket list. With India Travel Holiday, you can explore it with confidence, comfort, and expert guidance. Whether you're seeking adventure, tranquility, or romance, there’s a Kashmir tour package designed just for you.

Start your journey now: https://indiatravelholiday.com/kashmir.php

Pro Tip: Book early for the best availability during peak seasons like spring (March–April) for the Tulip Festival or winter (December–February) for snowfall and skiing.