#turnham

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1930 Austin ad by totallymystified

[augustusaugustus]

5.102 Chinese Whispers

ACKLAND: Not exactly a shrinking violet, are you?

Dave’s first episode and he’s extremely unlikeable in the beginning. Trying it on with everyone in a skirt and just being plain annoying. I’m glad he matured after a while.

[heaven-osaki]

la cinquième est sublime

Cyprien Bourrec, Imán Madelaire, Neema Kayitesi, Riley, Rosie Turnham and Nyawurh Chuol by Nicola Delorme for Altered States Magazine Issue 5 SS23. Hair by Yann Turchi.

[shrawfrog]

Silent Sunday: Staithe

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[whencyclopedia]

Storming of Bristol

The storming of Bristol, a port then second only in importance to London, on 26 July 1643 by Royalist forces led by Prince Rupert (1619-1682) was a major coup against the Parliamentarians during the English Civil Wars (1642-1651). The Royalists were able to break through the long perimeter fortifications, which were manned by a defensive force spread too thinly. Taken in a day but with many casualties on both sides, Bristol became a vital Royalist centre until its fall to the Parliamentarians after the siege of 1645.

From Edgehill to Bristol

King Charles I of England (r. 1625-1649) considered himself an absolute monarch with absolute power and a divine right to rule, but his unwillingness to compromise with Parliament, particularly over money and religious reforms, led to a civil war from 1642 to 1651. Fought between the 'Roundheads' (Parliamentarians) and 'Cavaliers' (Royalists) in over 600 battles and sieges, the war was a long and bloody conflict. The northern and western parts of England largely remained loyal to the monarchy but the southeast, including London, was controlled by Parliament. The Parliamentarians also controlled the Royal Navy, a significant impediment to Charles receiving reinforcements from the Continent and Ireland. The king would need a port if the war dragged on, but if he could capture London in a decisive engagement, perhaps the war would be quickly over. Charles made his intent clear and raised the royal colours at Nottingham on 22 August 1642.

The first major engagement of the war had been the Battle of Edgehill in Warwickshire on 23 October 1642, which ended in a draw. Charles then delayed and captured Oxford before turning on London, where he was rebuffed by the presence of a 20,000-strong Parliamentarian army at Turnham Green. The king decided to fight another day and retreated to Oxford, which became the Royalist capital. A series of skirmishes and small-scale battles followed over the next year as neither side sought to commit all of their troops in a single field engagement. Rather, both sides concentrated on capturing what strategically valuable towns and cities they could. There were, too, half-hearted negotiations to bring peace through the winter and spring of 1643, but it seems that both sides were confident that they could press their advantage better on the battlefield when warmer weather arrived.

The indecisive nature of the war so far had not helped the Royalists in their predicament concerning sea power. In the summer of 1643, Prince Rupert, Count Palatine of the Rhine and Duke of Bavaria, Charles' nephew and commander of the Royal cavalry, was tasked with capturing Bristol, second only to London as the kingdom's most important port and an important regional military stronghold. Bristol was a major commercial centre, exporting such regional goods as cheese from the Wessex vales and importing many vital raw materials. It was a naval base and so could control the Irish Sea, and it was a major regional administrative centre. At the time, Bristol had a civilian population of around 15,000, making it the second-largest city in England after the capital.

Rupert, who was still only 23, had gained invaluable experience during the Thirty Years' War (1618-1648) in Central Europe. Rupert had been involved in the siege of Breda in 1637 and had fought well, if a little impetuously, in the Civil War so far, notably at Edgehill. Bristol was his next important target, but he would have to overcome the city's defences which he knew the value of, having himself advised the king (and been ignored) that Royalist cities should be heavily fortified.

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[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 22, I'm sorry (no I'm not)

"Just leave me alone."

"Hey Haze."

"Nico?! Is that you?" Hazel said opening the door slightly, Nico slipped inside and closed the door behind himself.

"Are you alright? What happened?" More tears fell from her eyes Nico pulled the daughter of Pluto into a hug while sitting down on the bed. Hazel hugged him around the waist, crying into his shirt, he ran a hand through her curly hair. "Shhh, you'll be okay. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"I..- I wanted to try going to high school... and I met so people... and they asked me if I wanted to meet them at one of their houses. Well... don't be mad... it was a party.... and this guy he-he.. gods I was scared..." She grabbed onto his shirt harder and started

"You're alright, you're safe now, I'll hurt anyone who has hurt you." Nico kissed her on the forehead, wrapping his arms around the daughter of Pluto more tightly.

"I didn't drink anything, I promise. The guy... Ralph Turnham he picked me up... I didn't want to go... he covered my mouth with his hand.... he- he took me to an empty bedroom and.....he- he stuck some sort of needles into my arms. I don't know what they were but... I felt dizzy... I think I passed out and some point. My memory's a bit fuzzy.. be-before he did it he punched me and- threatened...to kill me. He-he had a knife and....it was against my neck and he pulled off my clothes and-" more tears fell from her eyes. "Every time I talked he did this..." Hazel sat up and lifted her shirt up, directly above where her ribs were there were cuts with dried blood covering most of the area."

"I will kill that bitch, he is not going to do this to you and get away with it."

"This morning I just remembered waking up in a house I didn't know, next to some guy I barely know with my clothes off, bleeding. I can remember more stuff now but it’s still foggy."

"Sis, I'm going to take you to the infirmary okay? I will find this guy and make him pay." She just nodded, holding back any other tears.

***

[robertbrook]

Westbound Platform 2 / Turnham Green Terrace / London / October 2024

[juette]

Costume fitting for Before Nell/After Agincourt at Tabard Theatre Turnham Green with @ Pancheers and @ felixuff . Tickets on sale. Performances 27-31 August @ TheatreAtTabard

[dirtylowdown2]

Cledus Harrison w/ Floyd Turnham Band Beer Drinking Woman (1953)

Cledus Harrison:Vocals & Alto Sax Floyd Turnham:Baritone Sax Other musicians unknown Recorded in Los Angeles, CA. 1953 Originally issued on the 1953 single (Combo 26) (78 & 45 RPM) Note: The reverse side of this issue is "A Barrel Of Snakes" by Sharkey Hall This recording taken from the album "Lost R&B Shouters Vol. 3" (Hi-Lo 1403) (CD) (Year of issue unknown)

[house-of-galathynius]

The Long Road Home

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fifteen

Word Count: 2.3k 

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London, England. April 2022: Two Hundred and Forty One Years Later

Spring in London was her favourite time. It always had been— although it was starkly different now than it had been when she had lived in the city over two hundred years ago. Although the trees still lined the streets and the parks were just as lovely as before, much had changed. The streets she had wandered all those years ago were now covered with concrete, towering skyscrapers were sat where wooden stalls of the market had been. There were still some familiar places that transported her back, like the the domed roof of St. Pauls Cathedral, the Tower of London and even some of the taverns that she had frequented as Arobynn’s wife. She’d searched for the place her parents had owned, but had been disappointed to find it demolished.

She had wanted to come back to London for some time. Her urge grew stronger after each loss of Rowan… but she had never been able to make the trip. But this time she had felt compelled more than ever. Despite the compulsion to return, she had still felt like she needed to build up her eventual return. A hundred years ago she might have been able to spend two or three weeks on a boat sailing here— enough time to prepare her for coming back to her home. But today, a plane journey was so quick that it would not give her ample time to prepare. So she had eased herself back.

After leaving Madrid she had gone to Ireland. Then after a few years or travelling through there, she had hopped on a plane to Scotland and finally explored the highlands, living in cabins and inns— meeting the greatest people. Scotland had been wonderful, but she felt unsettled, so she made the final push into England. She stayed in York for a while, but when she grew restless— so close to being home, yet so far— she had gone to Brighton.

If she thought London had changed, Brighton was a completely different city. It was dirtier and so much busier than when she had been there with Rowan. But it was a good thing. She liked that there was little familiarity there. She could walk around without being constantly reminded of him— of them. The sour taste that she had been left with as she was dragged away from the city, away from him.

Her eventual decision to return to London had been more of an impulse thing. She had thought about getting a train to Cornwall to see if she could find any remnants of Elena— honestly she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought about going back there before. Then she had been tempted to find where Rowan had grown up before his parents had died… but none of it seemed to feel right.

Then, when she was least expecting it, she received an email from one of the estate agents informing her that they needed to discuss some things about the property she owned. Aelin wasn’t sure what property that was. All her money— the little that she did have left— was secure in various banks. She had no idea how they had found her email, but she supposed Elena had been hard at work again. Either way, it had spurred her to pack her things and return.

The city was blooming all over, not just the trees and the flowers, but the people too. Every corner there were crowds chatting and laughing, drinking pints of beer and enjoying the warmth of the spring sunshine.

It was still her city, the city she had loved and hated and cried in.

The tube was busy when she finally entered onto the platform. She wasn’t sure where she was going… or maybe she did. She moved with the flow of the people and into the carriage, grabbing hold of the yellow rail and nervously watching the world go past.

“The next station is Turnham Green. Change for the District Line to Ealing Broadway.”

Exiting the tube she followed the small hoard of people to the exit and then she turned left and found herself on the busier high street. Buses roared past her, cars honking their horns at people running across the road. People walking their dogs smiled at each other before having to yank their pet away to continue. This wasn’t new to Aelin, she had seen this in every city, but it felt different in London.

She thought about the flat that had been sitting here for her. Rent being paid into an account in her name for years and years. She had acted knowledgeable the entire meeting, as if she was completely aware of the fact that she had six hundred thousand pounds sitting in a bank account, building interest over the last fifty or so years.

The flat itself was only down the road in Richmond. A small one bedroom place with a Juliet balcony from the kitchen and a little terrace off the living room in the back. It was nicely decorated, as if someone had been keeping it modern and looked after until she finally decided to come back. Aelin had been given a set of keys by the estate agents and then she had informed them she would be living there now. Although she was still staying in the rental place she had got, partly afraid of what she might find when she went to the flat in Richmond.

Aelin spotted a cafe across the road and made her way towards it. There was a table outside, enough room for five people, but it was the only one available. So she grabbed it quickly, getting comfortable whilst she looked through the menu. Moments later a waiter had appeared and she was ordering a slice of cake and a coffee.

For a while she just observed. The children giggling, swinging their school bags around. Teenagers strolling along holding hands, elderly people pulling shopping trolleys behind them. She loved the diversity of the city now. People from all walks of life just… living.

She heard him before she saw him.

Aelin didn’t move her head, she didn’t glance over even though she wanted nothing more than to do so. Distracting herself for a moment she brought the fork to her mouth and chewed and swallowed a bite of the cake.

“… I’m sorry, but we don’t have any tables free at the moment.”

Aelin finally looked.

He was wearing dark jeans and a dark green shirt that was unbuttoned, a white t-shirt stretched across his muscular chest underneath. He had a thick silver ring on the thumb of his right hand and a leather watch on the same wrist. His clothes were the only thing that ever changed, but his face would remain the same throughout time.

“Is there a chance you can move the tables? Or I can move them if you want.” Rowan said kindly.

Aelin watched him intently. She noticed the twitch of his jaw as he stood there waiting, the length of his eyelashes as he blinked. Those small things had faded from her memory. Things that sometimes she had never been able to relearn about him.

“I’m really sorry, but if you come back in half an hour I can make sure there’s something for you here.” The waiter said again.

No, don’t leave. Aelin thought. She was still watching him, and like he could hear her thoughts his own gaze found hers. It was only a second, but it was enough.

Aelin got up from her chair and waved to the waiter. “I’ve got enough room for more people here… you can move my table or,” she looked at Rowan, “or you can just join me. I’ll be going soon.” She pointed to the table she had just been at, “you can say no. But I thought I’d offer.” She smiled.

The waiter seemed to relax a fraction. Rowan thought for a second then nodded. “That’s kind of you, thanks.” His accent was almost identical to what it had been when she had first met him. The subtle northern lilt mixed in with a hint of southern English. She could remember making fun of him for the way he said things, giggling as he would repeat the words over, making a point to say them in a more stupid way each time.

She led them to the table, moving her things across making some space for him. She hadn’t been lying about leaving soon. She hadn’t really decided what she was going to do this time. After Madrid, she had told herself that enough was enough. But there was something nagging at her, a tug of a thread that was telling to just wait a little longer.

“… filter coffee.” She turned to Rowan who had finished ordering. She was a little unsure whether to strike up conversation. She was intrigued to see what name he’d have in this life— what he did, who his friends were. She would be lying if she wasn’t a little hopeful about the fact she had met him again in London, where they’d met the first time. That his voice was the same as before too. But she knew not to let that hope seep into her too much. Fate had a funny way of taking those pieces of happiness from her.

“Thanks again for letting me sit here. I could’ve gone down the road to somewhere else, but they have the best cinnamon rolls here.” As he spoke the waiter placed his pastry down in front of him and then the coffee before leaving. Rowan grinned down at the food and then to Aelin, “I mean look at how good this looks.”

Aelin laughed lightly. “It does look good.”

Rowan cut off a piece and carefully placed it on her now empty plate. “Try some.”

She widened her eyes and shook her head. “It’s yours. I’ve already had mine.”

He rolled his eyes playfully and took a bite of what was on his plate, groaning in an exaggerated way as he chewed the pastry and swallowed. “So good.” He mumbled, mouth still half full.

Aelin laughed then, finally taking a bite and nodding her agreement as she chewed. Putting her hand up to her mouth to cover her eating. Rowan watched her with a kind of curiosity, the look gone in an instant, returning to a neutral smile.

“Sorry, I’m told I can be a little forward at times. Feel free to ignore me from now on.” He chuckled.

Aelin never wanted to ignore him. She could listen to him talk for hours, even if it was just about how good food was. She would listen to him read out his shopping list or recite equations. If it meant she could listen to his voice.

She wanted to ask him. Aelin wanted to know his name. But she was terrified that it was going to be the same as before. It was harder and harder every time to let him go, to know that she could love him for a while but never long enough. She didn’t want to think about how in a blink of an eye he could be gone and she would have to continue on like she was fine.

But there was something about this time.

Something… different.

“Do you come here often?” Rowan asked eventually.

“It’s my first time, actually.” She rolled up the sleeves on her top and leant on the table, “I’ve just moved back to London, so I’m trying to find the best spots again.”

“Do you live locally?” He asked.

“Richmond. Not far really, but I used to live in Chiswick when I was younger.”

Rowan pondered for a second. “That can’t have been too long ago…?” His question trailing off, but she knew what he was implying.

“It was a while ago. At least long enough that I’ve forgotten a lot.” She didn’t know what to tell him. Her fake passport and drivers license said she was twenty-two. But she still looked like a nineteen year old— even with some make-up and nice clothes.

“Where did you go whilst you were away?” More digging.

She shrugged. “I’ve studied, travelled, worked a little.”

He relaxed a little and smiled again. “Did you study anything interesting?”

Well… she’d studied medicine, law, psychology, literature. And the rest. Although, she couldn’t exactly tell him she had studied half these things, if not because there was no possible way she could have had the time, but because she was technically twenty-two and medicine would have kept her at university until at least twenty-five.

“I graduated with a degree in psychology.” Close enough.

Rowan’s brow rose, impressed. “Do you think you’ll specialise in anything?”

She’d thought about it of course. Going to do a masters, but she changed her mind— like always. “I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll go back and getting a teaching degree or do a conversion. Who knows. I’m young, I’ve got plenty of time to figure it out.” Not a lie. “What about you?”

“I finished my masters a year ago in cyber security. I moved to London to start a new job at a bank.”

Aelin scrunched her face, “at a bank?” That isn’t very you.

He stilled and looked at her confused. Like he had heard her again. But he shook it off and nodded. “Making sure their systems are secure and whatever. Not very glamorous but I enjoy it.” He laughed and sipped his coffee before placing it down. “I never got your name.”

Aelin swallowed. She couldn’t leave now. If she got up and left now she could feel in her bones that it wouldn’t happen again. That this was the moment, the opportunity.

“Aelin.” She replied eventually.

She swore she saw recognition flash across his face, but it was gone in a second. Her heart was beating faster as she waited for him to reveal his name in this life of his. She prayed it was something nice.

And then he said the words she had been dreaming of for hundreds of years. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Aelin. I’m Rowan.”

~

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[seraphica]

National Parks of the USA

Grand Canyon

Great Smokey Mountains

Joshua Tree

Denali

Everglades

By Chris Turnham [via]

[potpourris]

tag  10  people  you  want  to  get  to  know  better.

 favorite  color(s):        green,  pink,  orange,  yellow,  &  blue  

song  stuck  in  your  head:        unknown  by  hozier

last  song  you  listened  to:      turnham  green  by  adam  melchor

3  favorite  foods:    sushi,  carnitas,  &  anything  sweet  !!

dream  trip:      corcovado  national  park  

anything  i  want  right  now:        i  want  to  take  a  nap  <\3

tagged. @h0b1e

tagging. @salvasion , @tempist , @mekabug , @65spider , @prow1er 

[augustusaugustus]

5.51 Make My Day

First episode for both Richard Turnham & Timothy Able; the former gets a main role while the latter gets a couple of lines. They never really did much with either character. Not really surprising with Able, because he was so wishy-washy, but they could’ve done a lot with Turnham—the university educated man on the fast track vs all the career PCs.

[solitaire481]

Toe turnham

And a random pic

Going through my inbox and found this XD

[alexesguerra]

National Parks of the USA a Jigsaw Puzzle: 500 Piece Puzzle (Americana) National Parks of the USA a Jigsaw Puzzle: 500 Piece Puzzle (Americana) Contributor(s): Siber, Kate (Author) , Turnham, Chris (Illustrator) Publisher: Kaddo Physical Info: 1.6" H x 10.9" L x 8.0" W (1.15 Pound) Kate Siber, author of the award-winning bestseller National Parks of the USA, is a journalist and a correspondent for Outside magazine living in Durango, Colorado. She has tried her hand at almost every adventure activity going, and covers the world's wild and remote places as well as environmental and social issues. Her writing has been featured in many publications, including National Geographic Traveler, National Parks, Preservation, Men's Journal, and The New York Times. Chris Turnham is an illustrator and printmaker based in Los Angeles. He's worked as an artist in both feature and television animation and has contributed illustrations to publications and children's books. A jigsaw puzzle for nature lovers: Offers a screen-free getaway to America's most beautiful wild places Sturdy gift box contains: 500-piece puzzle and an educational poster; finished puzzle measures 37 × 47.5 cm / 14.5 × 18.75 in. Enjoy National Parks from anywhere: Perfect for a rainy day, family fun, or mindful relaxation Edutainment for ages 8+: Includes a double-sided poster with the full puzzle image on one side and information on the featured national parks and their flora and fauna on the other Get ready to explore! Immerse yourself in America's great outdoors with this 500-piece puzzle featuring the United States' awe-inspiring national parks. With this exciting extension of the best-selling National Parks of the USA book series, piece together nature's greatest adventures, from America's highest cliffs to its deepest basin 282 feet below sea level, via colorful hot springs and Alaska's northern lights. Spot creatures big and small as you build the puzzle, from 600-pound grizzly bears to tiny salamanders. The puzzle image features 20 of the USA's glorious national parks in a collage of vintage postcard-style illustrations. Marvel at the porpoises and lobsters of Acadia's cold, deep-blue waters, a rare condor swooping majestically in the Grand Canyon, the thundering waterfalls of Yosemite Valley, and more. Use the full puzzle image on the poster as a reference as you fit the pieces together. Flip the poster over to explore captivating descriptions of all the places, plants, and creatures featured in the puzzle. Your National Parks adventure awaits. Discover even more of America's natural wonders with: National Parks of the USA Bingo, National Parks of the USA, National Parks of the USA: Activity Book, National Parks of the USA Postcards, and National Monuments of the USA.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 11.13 (before 1970)

1002 – English king Æthelred II orders the killing of all Danes in England, known today as the St. Brice's Day massacre. 1093 – Battle of Alnwick: in an English victory over the Scots, Malcolm III of Scotland, and his son Edward, are killed. 1160 – Louis VII of France marries Adela of Champagne. 1642 – First English Civil War: Battle of Turnham Green: The Royalist forces withdraw in the face of the Parliamentarian army and fail to take London. 1715 – Jacobite rising in Scotland: Battle of Sheriffmuir: The forces of the Kingdom of Great Britain halt the Jacobite advance, although the action is inconclusive. 1775 – American Revolutionary War: Patriot revolutionary forces under Gen. Richard Montgomery occupy Montreal. 1833 – Great Meteor Storm of 1833. 1841 – James Braid first sees a demonstration of animal magnetism by Charles Lafontaine, which leads to his study of the subject he eventually calls hypnotism. 1851 – The Denny Party lands at Alki Point, before moving to the other side of Elliott Bay to what would become Seattle. 1864 – American Civil War: The three-day Battle of Bull's Gap ends in a Union rout as Confederates under Major General John C. Breckinridge pursue them to Strawberry Plains, Tennessee. 1887 – Bloody Sunday clashes in central London. 1901 – The 1901 Caister lifeboat disaster. 1914 – Zaian War: Berber tribesmen inflict the heaviest defeat of French forces in Morocco at the Battle of El Herri. 1916 – World War I: Prime Minister of Australia Billy Hughes is expelled from the Labor Party over his support for conscription. 1917 – World War I: beginning of the First Battle of Monte Grappa (in Italy known as the "First Battle of the Piave"). The Austro-Hungarian Armed Forces, despite help from the German Alpenkorps and numerical superiority, will fail their offensive against the Italian Army now led by its new chief of staff Armando Diaz. 1918 – World War I: Allied troops occupy Constantinople, the capital of the Ottoman Empire. 1922 – The United States Supreme Court upholds mandatory vaccinations for public school students in Zucht v. King. 1927 – The Holland Tunnel opens to traffic as the first Hudson River vehicle tunnel linking New Jersey to New York City. 1940 – Walt Disney's animated musical film Fantasia is first released at New York's Broadway Theatre, on the first night of a roadshow. 1941 – World War II: The aircraft carrier HMS Ark Royal is torpedoed by U-81, sinking the following day. 1942 – World War II: Naval Battle of Guadalcanal: U.S. and Japanese ships engage in an intense, close-quarters surface naval engagement during the Guadalcanal Campaign. 1947 – The Soviet Union completes development of the AK-47, one of the first proper assault rifles. 1950 – General Carlos Delgado Chalbaud, President of Venezuela, is assassinated in Caracas. 1954 – Great Britain defeats France to capture the first ever Rugby League World Cup in Paris in front of around 30,000 spectators. 1956 – The Supreme Court of the United States declares Alabama laws requiring segregated buses illegal, thus ending the Montgomery bus boycott. 1965 – Fire and sinking of SS Yarmouth Castle, 87 dead. 1966 – In response to Fatah raids against Israelis near the West Bank border, Israel launches an attack on the village of As-Samu. 1966 – All Nippon Airways Flight 533 crashes into the Seto Inland Sea near Matsuyama Airport in Japan, killing 50 people. 1969 – Vietnam War: Anti-war protesters in Washington, D.C. stage a symbolic March Against Death.