#dillington

[againstmenandfi]

On Sunday we were at Dillington for the final winter league match. It’s fished quite hard but I managed another 3lb bonus skimmer plus roach and perch for 5lb 12oz and second place behind Dave Pope’s 10lb 12oz. Well done to Chris Haines for winning the league. For the full report head to www.againstmenandfish.com #baittech #teambaittech #maggots #pronaturaldark #thejuice #dillington #skimmers #carp #matchfishing #silversfishing #longs #guru #rudd #roach #blogging #fishingblogger #winterleague https://www.instagram.com/p/CpyhKtHDklA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gogmstuff]

Victorian 1830s dress (from top to bottom) -

1839 Elise and Blanka von Rauch by Julius Schoppe (location ?). From pinterest.com/hatibovic/art-sisters/ 998X1200.

Lady Marian Malet (1810-1891) by ? (Dillington House, Ilminster, Somerset, UK). From artuk.org; fixed spots w Pshop 1340X1858.

1839 Evening dress (location ?). From tumblr.com/shewhoworshipscarlin 1280X1831.

1838-1842 Dress and mantle (V&A). From tumblr.com/tomirida/707528003022929920 1400X1896.

[johnvelaoras]

Dillington Pond Bob Hammond Memorial Match 8th September 2024

Dillington Pond – Bob Hammond Memorial Match – 8th September 2024 https://ift.tt/wDR3WdX Now in its sixth year, Bob’s match is one I’d love to win but so far, second is the closest I’ve come. It’s rod only in honour of Bob and I really enjoy fishing the feeder as it’s something I don’t do much of. Due to the date clashing with several other matches, we only ... Source

[anewgayeveryday]

Today’s LGBT+ Character is;

Arthur Ravener and Captain Dillington from A Marriage Below Zero by Alan Dale-Gay

((TW for S**c*de))

Status: Alive (Dillington) Deceased (Arthur)

[history-of-fashion]

1887 William Blake Richmond - Lady Ermyntrude, née Russell, Lady Malet 

(Dillington House)

[fitz-higgins]

LGBT literature of the 1860s–1910s. Part 1

Although homosexual love became more prominent in literature in the 1920s, there were dozens of different novels, poems and essays about homosexual men and women before that decade, and many of them were officially published! Here are ten such works, written between the 1860s and 1910s.

1. Une Femme M’Apparut (A Woman Appeared to Me), by Renée Vivien (1904). A beautiful autobiographical novel about Vivien’s relationship with Natalie Barney and also about her relationship with Catholicism.

[Read online in French or in English (also on Web Archive)]

2. The Green Carnation, by Robert Smythe Hichens (1894). A scandalous novel with characters based on Oscar Wilde and Lord Alfred Douglas (Bosie). Bold and delicious, according to The Observer. Esmé Amarinth and Lord Reginald Hastings are followers of “the higher philosophy” and navigate their lives in the Victorian society that doesn’t favour men like them.

[Read online]

3. A Marriage Below Zero, by Alan Dale (1889). This American novel is considered the first English-language novel that portrays a romantic relationship between men. Elsie Bouverie, falls in love with Arthur Ravener and later marries him. However, soon she realises that Arthur is more than fond of Captain Dillington. Indeed, the two are in love and some time later go to live in Paris together.

[Read online]

4. Mikaël, by Herman Bang (1904). A semi-autobiographical story of an artist’s unrequited love for his bisexual student. This novel was later adapted into a silent film Michael by Carl Theodor Dreyer in 1924 which is available with English, French, Spanish, Portuguese and Bulgarian subtitles here.

[Read online in Danish]

5. Wings, by Mikhail Kuzmin (1906). A tale of Vanya Smurov who is attached to his mentor Larion Stroop. An aesthete, Larion introduces him to the world of Classical and Renaissance art, and they go to Italy together. This novel offers an interesting insight into gay community in Russia.

[Read online in Russian or buy in English]

6. Poems by Digby Dolben (1860s). Dolben’s poems are plainly homoerotic, even though they don’t specify gender of the author’s love interest. My personal favourites are Homo Factus Est and A Song.

[Read online]

7. An Anglo-American Alliance: A Serio-Comic Romance and Forecast of the Future, by Gregory Casparian (1906). Get this: an Edwardian science fiction novel set in 1960 about lesbian romantic relationship, although one of them is actually a transmasc character. And they live happily. Be warned, though, that this is still an Edwardian novel, i.e. it’s rather problematic.

[Read online]

8. The Sins of the Cities of the Plain, or, The Recollections of a Mary-Ann, with Short Essays on Sodomy and Tribadism (1881). This book is based on the life of Jack Saul, an Irish male prostitute, or rentboy, and it is one of the first homosexual erotic works. Also includes a look into the Victorian transvestite/drag community.

[Read online]

9. Fridolins heimliche Ehe (Fridolin's Mystical Marriage), by Adolf Wilbrandt (1875). First work in German that presents homosexuality in a positive light. What’s more, the main character claims his soul is both male and female, and he is attracted to both men and women. Another novel with a happy couple!

[Read online in German or in English]

10. The Intermediate Sex by Edward Carpenter (1908). Carpenter, a socialist and gay rights activist, was a significant figure for gay writers of the early 20th century. In this work, he writes about homosexuality, sexual libertaion and gender fluidity.

[Read online]

P.S. One should remember that these books are very much products of their time and, once again, they can seem problematic to a modern reader, often in more ways than one. Nonetheless, they are an important part of gay and lesbian history and would be of interest to anyone who is interested in this subject.

Stay tuned, more books to come!

[twitch-and-the-witch]

The beautiful wedding venue - The Cider Barn, Dillington Estate.

[anboringday]

Tracey x Franklin: Just Friends

Summary: Tracey De Santa, a college freshman, has a crush on the most popular boy on campus, Chad Dillington. Determined to win his heart, she turns to her best friend Franklin Clinton for help. However, she never expected to start developing feelings for her best friend instead...

Word Count: 5.8k 

Tags: Fluff!! And more fluff!! Slow burn. Friends to Lovers. (Post Ending-C)

Read on Ao3 

Franklin barreled through the door of my room.

Carefully applying my eyeliner in the mirror, I glanced at him. Chiseled jaw clenched and hands balled into fists, a frown marred the space between his arrogantly shaped brows. His strong, muscled arms wired tight beneath his white T-shirt, he stood at the ready for battle.

His cognac-brown eyes searched my room from top to bottom for unknown threats. “Tracey? You good?”

“Um, duh. I’m always fine.” I returned my attention to my makeup. “I’m gonna need you to tone down some of that masculinity. It’s totally uncalled for, super distracting, and it’s ruining my good vibes—”

His warm hand came down on my shoulder. I stiffened, his eyes shrewd and accessing as they bored into me. “You sent me a text saying that you were dying, that you needed my help. You sure you good?”

His voice was soft, filled with concern. My gut kicked. Maybe I shouldn’t have sent that overly dramatic text, but desperate times called for desperate measures. I needed help. Badly. Dad was always busy doing movie director stuff, Mom was too preoccupied with shopping and yoga, and Jimmy was a complete idiot, so Franklin was the only person I could rely on.

It’s been that way for months. He picked me up from school, assisted with my homework, helped me take selfies for Bleeter, talked me through every one of my frequent mental breakdowns—he was a life saver, literally. Because he was so selflessly awesome, I decided to keep him around. Mostly because he did stuff for me, but he also had a nice personality to boot.

And we looked hella good together. Whenever we were out and about in the city, people would stop and turn their heads to gawk at our beauty. I was a celebrity after all, the sexiest girl in Los Santos according to my Bleeter stalkers. And Franklin was powerfully built, dark-haired with stunningly amber eyes. He was a man who looked absolutely gorgeous just about every day of his life. It seemed effortless for him, and I would’ve resented that if weren’t besties.  

I confessed, “I lied to get you here, okay?”

“Tracey…” Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You scared the shit outta me, girl. What were you thinking—”

“Don’t be mad. I’m sorry.” I hugged him.

The tension in his muscles relaxed beneath my touch. I took his hand and flopped down on my bed. He sat beside me, our fingers intertwined. “A’ight, Trace. I’m here now, so what’s going on with you?”

“I have news,” I smiled. “The best news. You’re not gonna believe this, but Chad Dillington asked me on a date!”

He stared at me, his expression blank.

“Well?” I tapped his shoulder. “Say something! Aren’t you excited for me?”

“Who the fuck is Chad Dillington?” he asked.

“Are you kidding me?” Energy thrumming through me, I jumped to my feet. “He’s like the hottest, most popular guy at my university! He’s a quarterback for the football team, a committed member of the Alpha Omega Theta Pi—”

“The Alpha Omega what?”

“It’s a fraternity, Frank! Chad Dillington is a big effing deal, literally every chick on campus wants to bone him. He has the prettiest blue eyes and the cutest smile ever.” I twirled on my heels. “I can’t believe he chose me of all people to go on a date with. This is so, like, amazing!”

“That’s cool, I guess.” He shrugged. “You called me over here just to tell me that?”

“No! If there’s any hope in winning Chad Dillington’s heart, I’ll need support. Your support and guidance, in particular.”

His brows furrowed. “Uh…why?”

“Because you can help me understand him! Guys know what other guys are thinking, right? You and Chad have so much in common too. You’re both around the same age, you both like getting sweaty at the gym, you both like getting high—”

“No offense, Trace, but me and that preppy ass frat boy ain’t got shit in common. I’m sorry, but I’m finna pass on this one. Maybe one of yo’ friends at school can help you.” He stood and took off for the door.

“Wait!” I swerved in front of him, blocking the exit with outstretched arms. “You’re right, there are some stuff you and Chad don’t have in common. Like, for example, he’s way smarter than you and his parents are filthy rich.”

Franklin glared a hole into me, a muscle in his jaw twitched. Yikes. Probably shouldn’t have said that.

“But you’re sane,” I complimented. “Sensible, wise beyond your years, and levelheaded. You’re playing with a full deck, Frank. That’s a rarity in Los Santos, you know? Everyone here is crazy.”

“Including you,” he snapped.

“But you love me.” I hugged his muscled arm. “You’re like the ping to my pong, the yin to my yang, the butter to my bread, the chocolate to my milkshake…”

“That was cute until you mentioned the part about chocolate. Now it’s weird.”

“Frank, you have to help me!” I pleaded desperately; my mouth set in a pout. “I’m your best friend, you can’t abandon me when I need you most. It’s not fair! I’ll hate you forever if you do—”

He smothered my mouth with his palm, silencing me. “Fine, I’ll help you on one condition. No more whining and crying like a damn baby, it’s embarrassing. Makes my ears bleed, it’s horrible.”

I smacked his hand away. “Deal. Now shut up and listen.” Standing on the tip of my toes, I spoke quietly into his ear. “Chad invited me to a masquerade ball. It’s a top secret, invitation only party the fraternity is hosting at some old, underground speakeasy—”

“Girl, why you whispering?”

“Because it’s a secret. Mom and Dad can’t know about this, they’ll freak out. Promise me you won’t tell them. You know how overprotective they are, they never let me have any fun.”

“It’s all good, relax. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Swear on it.” I rose my pinky.

“I promise.” His finger curled around mine. “So the most popular douche bag motherfucker in school invites you to an invitation only masquerade ball…”

“Could you refrain from calling him a ‘douche bag motherfucker’, please?” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, all the cool kids are gonna be there. The party is happening this weekend. Friday night. I only have two days to prepare. This is so short notice, I haven’t even picked out a dress.”

“Hey, you could always cancel.”

“No! A date with Chad Dillington is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I can’t back out now. I have to do this.” My stomach grew queasy and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I paced the room, my fingers laced taut until my knuckles turned white. “What if I screw everything up? What if he doesn’t like me?”

Franklin appeared in front of me. I jerked to a halt, riveted to the spot as his searching gaze burned into me, glimmering with golden flecks. Lost in the intensity of his eyes, something shifted in the air between us.

As he stared back, he changed…as if the impalpable wall he kept between us began to chip and splinter. His tough, guarded demeanor crumbled before me, revealing a soft vulnerability in his eyes. A tenderness I had no clue he was capable of.

He patted my shoulder and squeezed lightly, affectionately. My skin tingled from the warm, steady pressure of his touch. “Of course the frat boy is feelin’ you,” he said softly. “He’d be crazy not to.”

My cheeks heated. Since when did he become so flattering? “You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” I mumbled.

“Nah. I mean it.” He reached into his pocket for his phone and started tapping away at the keyboard.

I peeked at the screen. “What are you doing?”

“If you’re going to a ball, you gotta know how to dance.” He pulled up a Bleeter video of dancers clad in silk doing the Waltz. “Think you can do that?”

“Uh, I dunno. Last time I tried to slow dance with a guy was at high school prom. I slipped and twisted my ankle in front of everyone. Super embarrassing.”

“Let’s make sure you don’t trip this Friday, a’ight? We can practice together.” He propped his phone on my desk and took my hand in his, the other rested on the small of my back. “You ready?”

Our eyes locked, I nodded weakly, my breath coming in short and fast. The contact was electric, I could feel the edgy energy radiating from him—like a magnetic pull that grew harder to reject by the second. He started moving, his strapping body gliding across the carpeted floor with confidence and easy rhythm. Jeez, when did he get so good at this? He was a natural! My knees wobbly, I followed his lead to the best of my ability.

I felt so small and insignificant in comparison to him, my movement stiff and awkward. And it didn’t help that I was petite, barely over five feet, and he was huge—a tall, deep brown slab of solid muscle and well-exercised strength. The force of his presence was difficult to ignore in a crowded room, and doubly so in an enclosed place like this, so close to me…  

After a few beats, the heat of his direct, prolonged gaze became overwhelming. I lowered my head shyly.

“Chin up,” he instructed, tipping my head upward with a gentle push of his thumb under my chin.

Sucking in a harsh breath from the mind-boggling intimacy, I lost my footing and tripped over my own feet. He caught me in his arms just before I collided with the floor, his strong-featured face hovered over mine. Hit with all that striking masculinity at eye-level, I could only stare. Stunned. His beard was well-groomed, complimenting the hard lines of his square cut jaw, and his lips were like the icing on the cake…the fullness gave his rugged good looks the perfect touch of sensuality.

He helped me to my feet. “That wasn’t part of the dance, Trace.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Pinching my lips together, I kicked a tube of old nail polish across the floor. “I’m never going to get this right. I’m so screwed.”

“It ain’t the end of the world. You still got time. Don’t give up, girl.”

“I wish I could be as optimistic as you are.” I sighed. “I’m sorry for being a bitch. There’s a lot of pressure on me and I’m taking it out on you.”

“It’s all good. I’m used to you being bitchy. I’m used to the screaming temper tantrums—when you beat yo’ fists against the floor and your legs start flailing like a fish outta water …” He grinned.

My stomach dropped. “It’s not funny.”

His laughter quickly faded. “My bad.”

An awkward silence filled the room. Twisting a finger around the hem of my blouse, I broke the quiet. “I’ve been working on my temperament with Doctor Friedlander. Do you think I’m getting any better?”

He leaned against the wall, his hands tucked casually into his jean pockets. “You haven’t had any episodes recently.”

“Because you calm me down right before I snap. Every time.”

“So why are wasting stacks on therapy, then? You’ve been seeing a therapist for what? Years? And you were still having panic attacks until…”

“Until you came along,” I completed his sentence. “I don’t want to become so dependent on you, Frank. It’s like, totally unfair to you.”

“Shit, I don’t mind. I ain’t going nowhere, unless you want me to—”

“No!” My heart lurched at the thought of losing him. Shocked by the fury of my reaction, I took a careful step away from him. “You wouldn’t leave me. You’d miss me too much.”

He stared at me for a moment, silent and thoughtful, his brow quirked.

I tensed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Uh, no reason.” He lifted the brim of his black Los Santos snapback to scratch his head. “I should probably bounce. It’s getting late, and you got class in the morning.”

“Wait.” I passed him his phone and gave him a brief good-bye hug. “Do you think you could give me some guitar lessons after school tomorrow? Music class is kinda kicking my ass. I could use the extra help.”

“Yeah. Of course. No problem.” He chuckled, seemingly nervous for some reason. “I ain’t the best with the guitar, but uh, I know a few things so…”

“Are you kidding? You’re way better at it than me.”

“Slightly better.” His teeth gleamed in a smile. “A’ight. I’ll hit you up tomorrow.”

I was a little bummed about him leaving, but he was right. I needed the rest so I could wake up bright and early tomorrow. I returned a smile. “Bye, Frank.”

“Bye, Trace.” He turned to leave but stopped at the door, his gaze shifted to me. “By the way, you don’t have to lie to get me here. You ain’t gotta send no dramatic texts or nothin’ crazy like that. If you need to see me, whatever the reason, just…call. I’ll be here in a heartbeat.” 

A pang struck my heart. I swallowed deep, fumbling for words. Before I managed to find my words, he was gone.

With a heavy sigh, I collapsed on my bed. What was the matter with me? Why were my brain cells starting to fry around Franklin? I had a huge date planned with Chad Dillington, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about my best friend.

My phone vibrated on my nightstand. I grabbed it and found two new texts from Franklin.

Still thinking bout how tripped over your own damn feet earlier.

Girl, you clumsy.

Oh my god. With an embarrassed grin, I texted him back; Wow. You sure know just what to say to boost a girl’s confidence :P

He responded a minute later. What if I told you that I like when you’re clumsy? I get to pick you up whenever you fall.

I read the message with wide eyes and then powered down my phone, my nerves danced wildly in my stomach. There was an ache in my chest, and I rubbed at it. Jeez. Pull yourself together, Tracey…

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[myrongilbert]

78. Herman Dillington, Regional Planner "At least he was good at it." “This has got to be one of the worst jobs in the world.” That’s what Roger, Herman’s cousin concluded after Herman described what he did for a living.

[nxc-le]

Dillington House

Ilminster, Somerset

03.05.2019

[albertphotographyuk]

I was really excited to finally visit Dillington House for wedding photography. A gorgeous venue in Somerset for Alix and Chris’s wedding. It was a new wedding venue for me and one I’d heard a lot about. It was also my first wedding since the ‘you-know-what’ of 2020 so I was pretty excited to get my cameras out.

The day went swimmingly and it was great to get back in to the swing of things and capture fun moments as everyone got ready. The outdoor ceremony location at Dillington House is incredible. With a great vantage spot for some wider images of the house as well as the opportunity to get close. The registrars were really accommodating and great to work with.

I loved how upbeat Alix and Chris were. With all the uncertainty of 2020 it was a relief to revert to normality and see everyone enjoy the celebration. Without doubt I really enjoy these smaller weddings.

[johnvelaoras]

Dillington IAA Summer League 6 28th July 2024

Dillington – IAA Summer League 6 – 28th July 2024 https://ift.tt/uEv6B0b Going into the last round of the IAA Summer League, Big Frank was leading the way with four points followed by a chasing pack of Andy Saunders, Jake Woodard, Les Braunton and Rob Cox who were all a point behind him. In previous years you’ve needed six points to win which means you need to ... Source

[levysoft]

L'importanza della preparazione nell'accumulo di scorte alimentari o strumentali si ritrovano in alcune espressioni in uso nel mondo del prepping o survivalismo.

"Nove pasti dall'anarchia" (nell'originale "Nine meals from anarchy"), espressione attribuita al politico britannico Lord Cameron of Dillington[6][7] e tesa a evidenziare come un ipotetico collasso dell'ordinaria logistica distributiva di beni e servizi porterebbe a disordini sociali in capo a tre giorni (ovvero 9 pasti dopo l'evento). Il contesto più ampio e diversificato da cui origina l'espressione è comunque ben sintetizzato nella stessa, la quale concretizza difficoltà di reperimento di beni di prima necessità (nell'esemplificazione in riferimento solo al fattore alimentare) a pochi giorni da un evento avverso di rilevante portata.

La cosiddetta "regola del 3". Questa ha lo scopo di ordinare le necessità primarie di un individuo in modo da disporre in ordine di rilevanza le risposte da attuare o di strumentazione da predisporre in una ipotetica situazione emergenziale.

La "regola del 3" statuisce che "Si può sopravvivere 3 minuti senza aria (ovvero ossigeno), 3 ore senza riparo, 3 giorni senza acqua, 3 settimane senza cibo".

[...]

Il survivalismo[1][2] è un movimento di persone o gruppi (chiamati survivalisti o prepper) che si preparano attivamente per le emergenze, future o eventuali, comprese possibili interruzioni o profondi mutamenti dell'ordine sociale o politico, su scale che vanno dal locale a quella internazionale. I survivalisti hanno spesso una formazione che riguarda le emergenze mediche, l'auto-difesa, l'approvvigionamento di scorte alimentari e acqua, l'autosufficienza logistica tramite la costruzione di strutture per sopravvivere o nascondersi (ad esempio, un rifugio sotterraneo) e la preparazione di equipaggiamenti da sopravvivenza.

[...]

Le origini del movimento moderno del survivalismo hanno avuto luogo nel Regno Unito e negli Stati Uniti dopo le politiche del governo a seguito delle minacce di guerra nucleare, per convinzioni religiose, e dopo la diffusione di varie opere letterarie, narrative e saggistiche, come romanzi post apocalittici o articoli su probabili collassi sociali o economici a seguito di stravolgimenti dell'ordine sociale.

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[carleasingcompanies]

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