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William Logsdail / “Portrait of a Nurse” / 1916 / Warneford Hospital
#William Logsdail#1910s art#1910s#20th century art#20th century#first world war#woman portrait#portrait
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forest compilation
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Langenfeld Nähe Haus Graven 0028.jpg
Fresh green of Spring in Aldbury Nowers - geograph.org.uk - 3446291.jpg
Haus am Glemseck - panoramio.jpg
Gaj akacjowy Sepno.JPG
Horton Plains National Park 51.JPG
Paleside Lane - Warneford Avenue - geograph.org.uk - 3746289.jpg
Muddy footpath - geograph.org.uk - 2145925.jpg
Sous le pont au Bugeat.JPG
Façade nord château 2.jpg
Top of an old telegraph pole - geograph.org.uk - 4394500.jpg
Hainault Forest Geograph-273877-by-sarah-white.jpg
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British aviator Reginald Warneford destroying a German Zeppelin
French vintage postcard
#postkaart#carte postale#zeppelin#aviator#french#briefkaart#old#destroying#sepia#postkarte#vintage#postal#british#reginald#photography#ephemera#postcard#tarjeta#photo#ansichtskarte#warneford#historic#reginald warneford#german
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Stockings Over Boots
July 1927 -
Well, the other night I was just settling down to translate a chapter of the Edda, when suddenly Minto called me out of the dining room and said ‘Mrs Wilbraham is here. She says Mrs Studer has twice tried to commit suicide today. She’s got a taxi here and wants me to go and see the doctor at the Warneford. We shall have to get a nurse for Mrs Studer.’
I said I’d come along, because Minto has been rather poorly and I didn’t know what she might be let in for. So Mrs W., Minto and I drove off to the Warneford. I remained in the taxi while the two ladies went in to see the Doctor. It was about half past nine, dusk and raining... The others emerged at last with a Nurse Jones and we started off for the Studer’s.
But now the question was what to do? Madame would certainly refuse to have a strange young woman thrust upon her for the night for no apparent reason: as her husband was dead and her relatives abroad, no one had any authority over her...
Mrs Wilbraham said it was all perfectly simple. She would stay hidden in Mme Studer’s garden all night. Nurse would be put up in the bungalow of a stranger opposite Madame’s house. She must herself stay in the garden.
It was no good arguing. It was her duty. If only her nephew was here! If only she could have a man with her, she confessed, she would feel less nervous about it. I began to wish I’d stayed at home: but in the end of course I had to offer....
I now suggested as a last line of defence that nothing wd be more likely to upset Mme Studer than to find dim figures walking about her garden all night: to which Mrs W. replied brightly that we must keep out of sight and go very quietly. ‘We could put our stockings on outside our boots you know.’
At that moment (we were all whispering just outside a house further down in the same street as Madame’s, and it was now about eleven o’clock) a window opened overhead and someone asked me rather curtly whether we wanted anything, and if not, would we kindly go away.
This restored me to some of the sanity I was rapidly losing, and I determined that whatever else happened, four o’clock should not find me ‘with my stockings over my boots’ explaining to the police that I was (v. naturally) spending the night in some one else’s garden for fear the owner might commit suicide.
I therefore ruled that we must keep our watch in the road, where, if we sat down, we wd be hidden from the window by the paling (and, I added mentally, wd be open to arrest for vagabondage, not for burglary)....
I came home with Minto, drank a cup of tea, put on my great coat, took some biscuits, smokes, a couple [of] apples, a rug, a waterproof sheet and two cushions, and returned to the fatal road. It was now twelve o’clock...
My next step was to provide for my calls of nature (no unimportant matter in an all night tête-à-tête with a fool of an elderly woman who has had nothing to do with men since her husband had the good fortune to die several years ago) by observing that the striking of a match in that stillness wd easily be heard in the Studer’s house and that I wd tiptoe to the other end of the road to light my pipe.
Having thus established my right to disappear into the darkness as often as I chose–she conceded it with some reluctance–I settled down. There had been some attempt at moonlight earlier, but it had clouded over and a fine rain began to fall. Mrs Wilbraham’s feminine and civilian vision of night watches had apparently not included this. She was really surprised at it.
She was also surprised at its getting really cold: and most surprised of all to find that she became sleepy, for she (after the first ten minutes) had answered to my warning on that score with a scornful ‘I don’t think there’s much danger of that!’
However all these hardships gave her the opportunity of being ‘bright’ and ‘plucky’ as far as one can be in sibilant whispers. If I could have been quit of her society I wd have found my watch just tolerable–despite the misfortune of finding my greatcoat pockets stuffed with camphor balls (Minto is very careful about moths) which I flung out angrily on the road, and then some hours later forgetting this and trying to eat one of the apples that had lain in those pockets. The taste of camphor is exactly like the smell.
During the course of the night my companion showed signs of becoming rather windy and I insisted on playing with her the old guessing game called ‘Animal, Vegetable, or Mineral’. (Incidentally I thought I would find it more interesting than her conversation.) After assuring me that she was thinking of an animal, a live animal, an animal we had seen that night, she had the impudence to announce in the end that ‘it’ was the ‘voice of an owl we had heard’.
-C.S. Lewis
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oouugghh what a beautiful Martin!! the orchid tattoos are so lovely 🥰 I searched the coordinates and they linked to a city in Morocco? Is that right?
Hello lovely anon, first of all thank you very much, i am so glad you like him <3
and no, i didn't actually write the full coordinates on his arm since i think they would be on his inner biceps, so you can't see the start of them, as they are wrapping around his arm, if that makes sense, but the actual coordinates are Latitude: 51° 44' 34.19" N
Longitude: -1° 13' 5.40" W, which, if i did my research right, are the coordinates of a little park called Warneford Meadow in Oxford, a natural grasland area that can be entered via Hill top road :]
I choose those bc I always like the fics where Martin and Jon wake up somewhere else in some field or park, because this is close to Hill top road and i personally think they would come out somewhere close to Hill top road since the rift is there and because i think Martin would be cheesy enough to get those coordinates tattooed,,, maybe jon and him both have them. Since you know. where you go i go :]
#the ghost answers#the unknown#unreality#just to be safe idk if thisis unreality but since i am implying that jmart came to our universe. u know#i didn't think anyone would look them up but thank you for doing so and asking me about it asjfhkjsaf#idk if this makes sense i was just thinking of smth cheesy for martin to have tattoed bc he deserves it#the ghost rambles
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Meet the experts for Successful CIF funding - Warneford Consulting
Warneford Consulting follows a correct and systematic process for CIF funding. We are implicitly motivated to ensure the correct project is selected for submission, is robustly prepared, and is delivered successfully.
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Napol Dental & Implant Clinic
Address:
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Above & Below: Two views of Morane-Saulnier L 3253 in which Warneford destroyed Zeppelin LZ.37.
Photos and caption featured in Victoria Cross: WWI Airmen and Their Aircraft: Volume 1 by Alex Revell
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Jun 7 1915 #OnThisDay Destruction of Imperial German Navy Zeppelin LZ-37 after it was shot down by British Flight Sub-Lt Reginald Warneford. For this action he was awarded the Victoria Cross. The Airship crashed into a convent school next to Ghent, Belgium (51°3′43.2″N 3°44′54.7″E) killing 2 nuns. One crew member, Steuermann Alfred Mühler, miraculously survived after he was thrown from the forward gondola, landing in a bed
Painting by F Gordon Crosby
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Flight Sub Lieutenant Reginald Warneford was the first Naval aviator to be awarded the Victoria Cross.
On 7 June 1915 he carried out a daring mile-high, moonlit dual with a German airship over Ghent, Belgium, dodging the Zeppelin LZ37’s machine-gun fire and climbing to 11,000 feet by pushing his aircraft to its limit. Diving steeply towards the airship he dropped four 20lb bombs directly on target, setting the airship on fire from end to end.
The terrific explosion that followed flipped Warneford’s Morane-Saulnier type L monoplane upside down and tossed it out of control. Recovering while in a precipitous dive, Warneford landed behind enemy lines and hastily conducted running repairs, fixing a fuel leak with his cigarette holder. After considerable difficulty in starting his engine single-handed, he took off again before he could be captured. Despite having to find his way back in thick fog he returned unhurt to his base the following morning after an extraordinarily courageous and resourceful attack.
Almost immediately King George V awarded Warneford the Victoria Cross. The threat to London from the German airships was a cause of grave concern and Warneford was acclaimed as a national hero.
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The 4.2-liter DOHC inline-six was sourced from a Jaguar 420 and has been fitted with triple Weber 45 DCOE carburetors, a Warneford Design intake manifold, and stainless-steel exhaust headers. Additional equipment includes PerTronix electronic ignition with a Lucas Sport coil, a Griffin aluminum radiator, a Derale Performance electric cooling fan, an electric fuel pump
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1915 06 07 Morane Saulnier Type L Warneford vs zeppelin LZ 37
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1823 Aug., Tues. 12
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3/4 hour in the stable and about – For about a couple of hours before breakfast looking over the Itinerary of our craven excursion and volume i Baines’s Yorkshire Directory – Went down to breakfast at 9 55/60 –
At 11 1/4, set off to Haughend – Called at the Post-office Note from Mrs. Henry Priestley (Haugh end) very civil – To ask me to take my sister with me to dine and spend the day – Letter from Marianne Dalton (Langton) 3 pages – She and Bell are to return home on Saturday next –
“When we meet you must not if you please, revive the subject of the letter-writing, because you know, I cannot help thinking you might have been better about it” –
Called for a moment at the Stansfield Rawsons’ – Only saw Miss R– [Rawson] got to Haughend at 12 1/4 – After luncheon, we all walked to Mill house, the Astleys’ TTL [to take leave] call, and sat a little while with Mrs. W[illiam] H[enry] Rawson – Lady A– [Astley] must surely have taken a fancy to me – She told me she talked to me as if I was a neighbor of theirs –
It seems she has more influence with her son than daughter, certainly not much with the latter, who will occasionally tell her she, Miss A[stley], knows a thing better than she, Lady Astley. They do not manage one another most judiciously. The young lady cannot bear to be told of her faults and Sir John is too indulgent. Lady Astley thinks I should do her a great deal of good, but Miss A[stley] fancies she is not a favourite with me. But I was not to mention this. My manner might convince Lady A[stley] the girl was right, for I neither did, nor could quite contradict it.
Mary asked me before dinner how I liked her sister. I hesitated. She said she had observed to Major P[riestley] she was sure I liked the gentlemen better than the ladies. I pretended I never was so long in making up my mind about anyone as Lady A[stley]. If I had not been told she was an elegant woman it might have been different, but she improved on acquaintance. She and her daughter did not manage well together, but I thought I liked her ladyship the best of the two. Perhaps she had more heart and better temper. It seemed as if Major P[riestley] thought otherwise, and Mary said Miss A[stley] might be led but not driven, and did not second my opinion as to heart and temper.
I said I admired Mary’s style of beauty more than her sisters and that Mary spoke better than Lady A[stley]. The young lady was not ladylike enough. I admired Mr. Astley the most. In the evening Lady A[stley] asked me three times to go to Everley, begged I would go any time. It would be a nice opportunity for me to go with Major and Miss P [Priestley] and she, Lady A, hoped I would and she should be most happy to see me.
Sir John said at parting, ‘we shall meet again at Winterslow’ but they asked Miss Will[iam] Hen[ry] Rawson to go and Sir John was joking about his having to go to Bath to buy linen or they would have no sheets. He joked too about my being to go. Lady A[stley], I observed, said little or nothing about Miss Will[iam] Hen[ry] R[awson]s going but turning to me said I assure we shall always have a pair of sheets for you –
Sir John and Lady A[stley] and I being by ourselves a little before dinner dressing time he asked what I thought of – Sir John asking what I thought of Mr. Henry Ingram’s poem “the Flower of the Wye.” This bad to the mention of the author, and my mentioning his ungentlemanly conduct to Mariana and my not speaking to him, in fact, always turning my back on him in consequence –
Lady A– [Astley] mentioning the Warneford’s again (Lieutenant Colonel of the Wiltshire Militia, of Warneford house, 31 miles from Everley which latter is 33 miles from Bath) said they had only 2 daughters; the oldest 31, the youngest 24 or 25, very large – Would have £20,000 each – Spoke highly of the oldest – She is determined not to marry but to live like her maiden aunt Caroline, single and in good style like hers. Would this Miss W[arneford] suit me? It struck me instantly and I would go to Everley if I had any chance of meeting her there.
No letter from M– [Mariana] set down to dinner at 6 – Coffee at 8 – Played (and lost) a hit at backgammon with Miss A– [Astley] after dinner – She played a little on the piano to me before dinner – Poor girl! She has not much in her – Like the Miss Butlers – Likes dancing at Halifax quadrilles – They were at Dr. Gervaise Alexander’s yesterday – Sat with them at the old church on Sunday –
Got home in an hour at 9 50/60. Mused on the 3 times kindly pressing repeated invitations given me by lady A– [Astley] to Everley, to go in summer or winter or whenever I felt inclined –
Rainy morning – A little rain all the way as I went – About 1 it became a pretty fine day and continued so afterwards very fine evening – Barometer 1/3 degree below changeable Fahrenheit 62 1/2º at 11p.m. – Came upstairs at 10 55/60 –
Miss Pickford had drank tea here, and got quite into my uncle and aunts good books – She told my aunt I had first rate talents and they were cultivated to the highest pitch – She had never met with anyone so clever! Is this want of judgement, or superabundance of partiality?
They say I flatter – I never mean to do it – Do they look at home? I do not flatter others as others flatter me – Sir John overwhelmed me today – Lady A– [Astley] did it more gently, more judiciously, more bearably, but did it just as much – Everybody flatters me –
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Head and Heart
We often talk about the emotional connection between head and heart, but there’s an important medical connection too. It’s been known for a while that stiffening of the aorta – the large artery that transports blood out of your heart – is linked to heart disease. But in recent years it’s become clear that there’s also a connection with neurological disorders such as dementia and declining brain function with age. To find out why, researchers have analysed brain scans like these from more than 700 people without any obvious signs of dementia. They discovered that people with more stiffening in their aorta were also likely to have signs of damage and worse blood flow in their brains. Finding ways to spot the early signs of aorta stiffening or prevent it from happening could be an important way to reduce the risk of brain problems as well as heart disease in later life.
Written Kat Arney
Image from work by Sana Suri and Scott T. Chiesa, and colleagues
Department of Psychiatry, Warneford Hospital, University of Oxford, Oxford, UK and Institute of Cardiovascular Science, University College London, London, UK
Image originally published with a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0)
Published in PLOS Medicine, December 2020
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