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Trinity House, founded by Royal Charter in 1514, is the general lighthouse authority for England, Wales, the Channel Islands, and Gibraltar.
It maintains navigational aids such as lightvessels and buoys, as well as communications services and pilotage for ships in the North Sea.
These are financed by dues levied on commercial vessels calling at ports in the British Isles.
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The day was black, and so was the weather forecast. The agitated weather birds were flying all around Scotland issuing stark warnings, crying out as they passed overhead that Storm Éowyn was on the way to wreak havoc in the more densely populated regions of the country on Friday.
Algy was never quite sure how accurate their forecast was likely to be, but as they had issued a rare "danger to fluffy birds" alert for the area not all that far south of Algy's home, he decided to take no chances.
For the moment, however, nothing very unusual was happening: it was just dark, windy and wet, but that was entirely unremarkable in the wild west Highlands in January. So before he retreated to a place of safety to sit out the storm, Algy decided to recite a long poem for the benefit of anyone who might be listening, as he might not have another chance for a day or two…
Hopping up into an elder bush, Algy began to repeat an old poem about a storm at sea. As he lived on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean, Algy was always especially concerned for the folk out at sea when the wind and the waves became really angry, and although the poem was written hundreds of years ago, and the construction of ships had changed considerably since that time, he knew that seafarers were still at very considerable risk in storm force conditions…
The south and west winds joined, and, as they blew, Waves like a rolling trench before them threw. Sooner than you read this line, did the gale, Like shot, not feared till felt, our sails assail; And what at first was called a gust, the same Hath now a storm's, anon a tempest's name. Jonas, I pity thee, and curse those men, Who when the storm raged most, did wake thee then; Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfil All offices of death, except to kill. But when I waked, I saw, that I saw not. I, and the sun, which should teach me had forgot East, west, day, night, and I could only say, If the world had lasted, now it had been day. Thousands our noises were, yet we 'mongst all Could none by his right name, but thunder call: Lightning was all our light, and it rained more Than if the sun had drunk the sea before. Some coffined in their cabins lie, equally Grieved that they are not dead, and yet must die. And as sin-burdened souls from graves will creep, At the last day, some forth their cabins peep: And tremblingly ask what news, and do hear so, Like jealous husbands, what they would not know.
[Algy is reciting part of the long poem The Storm by the late 16th/early 17th English poet John Donne, in a modern English version.]
Clones are sailors!!! Вроде в тамблер есть ФД земли королей
Beneath the golden glow of a dawning sun, Antibes unfurls like a vibrant tapestry along the azure French Riviera, where crashing waves serenade the rugged cliffs and pastel-hued villas dance in the refreshing sea breeze. A narrow cobblestone path winds through the heart of the old town, flanked by quaint cafés spilling over with laughter and the scent of fresh croissants, inviting adventurous souls to pause and indulge. Glimpses of ancient ramparts rise majestically against the cerulean sky, their weathered stones whispering tales of seafarers and artists who tread these storied streets. In this enchanting haven, every corner beckons to exploration—from the bustling marché, bursting with ripe fruits and sun-kissed flowers, to secret coves where the water glimmers like sapphire gems, urging the curious to take the plunge into its crystalline embrace.
Coastline and Landing Sites at Castle Haven Iron Age Dun, nr. Borgue, Dumfries and Galloway
Happy day of the seafarers!!!
WIP INTRO | Seafarers Book 1
The Promise is on a mission. For the first time since his coronation, King Nicolas has left his gilded halls and set out on an unknown quest across the ocean. On the island he leaves behind, a woman is rescued from the pyre, given a name she didn't ask for, and left, duty-bound and suspicious, in the middle of pirates. She cares little for Captain Hayes, knowing only that he once helped snatch her sister from the sea, and no matter what his ragtag followers say, she knows exactly the kind of man he is. Killing a monster would be much easier if the King stopped chasing a fairytale first.
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"Aristocrats consider nauts nothing more than a necessary evil and simply forget about their children given to the sea."
Captain Vasco
