#ouse river

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Ice Shelves at Asphodel Park, Canada (2009) photog. Peter Fricke

A very unusual sight, Peter Fricke takes photos over several days after a flood of the Ouse River into Asphodel park. “Ice shelves” were formed at different levels when the water receded while temperatures were still below freezing.

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Auf dem Fluss Ouse, Hemingford Gray von William Fraser Garden (1904, watercolour on paper)

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Angel of the Ouse

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A wintry morning on the Fens with daylight bringing the frost to life.

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On the River Ouse by Joseph Mallord William Turner watercolour on paper Private Collection

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Riverside Overview by Tyrese Richards Via Flickr: Olympus OM-2N Zuiko, f/1.8, 50mm Lomo 800

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The dragon boat challenge - York 2022 by John Wolfe Via Flickr: River Ouse under hot sunshine

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Ouse Bridge, York March 2022

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River Ouse

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Little Ouse, little bird

Here's my new blog post about a walk along the River Ouse on the Norfolk-Suffolk border

For a number of reasons it had been weeks since I had ventured out of the city for a walk. Cities are fine but brick, concrete and tarmac can get monotonous: too much noise, too much body swerving of fellow humans and traffic. I wanted water and trees, a church or two maybe; breeze and birdsong, a chance to breathe. So I took the train to Brandon in the Brecks. Leaving the station I walk south…

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How many bricks did it take by Trigger1980 Via Flickr: The viaduct was opened in July 1841. The 11 million bricks needed for its construction travelled up the Ouse River (via Newhaven and Lewes) from the Netherlands. It cost £38,500 to build (equivalent to about £2½ million in 2000[5]). The structure is a Grade II listed building and was restored in 1996 with grants from the Railway Heritage Trust and English Heritage. Matching stone was imported from France, to ensure a close match with the existing balustrades and pavilions. The viaduct is still used, with around 110 trains per day passing over it on the Brighton Main Line.

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Blossom time over the River Ouse in the mediaeval city of York

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Illustration inspired from A pocket full of stones by @amywaterwings

You can watch the animatic here

This is the illustration for chapter 12, I’ve also done the illustration for chapter 3 here

It’s still summer, but the air is sharp with frost. Draco is standing next to the river Ouse, hands deep in his pockets. It’s strange to be back, after so long.

“Walk into a river with a pocket filled with stones, and declare your love,” Draco says, to no one but the wind and the gentle sound in his head—of a record spinning round and round. “If your love is true, the river will offer up the object of your affections, will give you back everything you desire. If your love be false, the river will take its price.”

Are you sure? the dark asks him, bleeding warm in his chest. It feels nice, against the icy grip of the river.

“It’s dark magic,” his father had said, that summer after sixth year as Draco stood in front of the boar, when Lucius had finally come for his son. “You have to mean it.”

Draco’s fingers are cold around the stones in his pockets as the water rises up, flowing across his arms, his chest, his throat.

He’s afraid, because the current’s fingers are ice at his throat, but he knows he means it. Knows how much he means it, this time.

“Please, give him back,” Draco says, and casts the spell. Magic dark as ink spills out of his wand and into the river. “I love him.”

The tides rise up, blooming and black. The current is hungry. Draco gasps once, twice, because the water is in his hair, his mouth, is all around him. He tries to breathe, finds that he can’t.

The river roars in his ears as the record spins round and round, still skipping

skipping

skipping.

Are you sure? the dark asks again, as the water rushes into his lungs.

And even as he’s dying, Draco knows that he is, that he means it, he means it, he means it.

Weightless and cold. Draco wonders, briefly, if this is how Virginia Woolf felt, in the moments before she died. And then he thinks of Potter.

If anyone could have saved me, Draco knows, it would have been you.

Bonus : (I can’t include the scene above the water cause the song is too short so this is just an additional illustration where they kissed underwater which didn’t happen. The scene in the fic is much more romantic please read it)

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Ch210 (p3), The wind pump

They get to the end of the tunnel on the right.

At first I wondered why they saw the drain and thought it was a dead end until someone heard running water. I guess it's because the water in the drain doesn't move fast enough to make that sound. It could be the river nearby that they hear.

I'd previously blogged about the wind pumps, more commonly called drainage windmills. Norfolk has a lot of them because the land is low-lying and might otherwise be a bit swampy. There are at least four rivers that help to drain the county: Wensum, Yare, Bure, and Ouse. Apparently, these wind pumps draw water away from areas that the rivers can't drain directly... then dump that water into a nearby river.

Artie is first to prepare for the water, and he mentions the mistletoe (parasitic plant). Mabel quickly follows suit, even though she's scared, because she's determined to help the other kids.

But Oliver refuses to leave because he can't swim. Perhaps he's hoping the staff will accept an apology from him if he stays? They don't know what part he's played in their activities, so far, so he could lie to stay alive... a little longer.

Finny rushes at Oliver to take him into the water with him, as staff open fire (which Oliver maybe wasn't expecting so soon, without first being questioned).

And Finny takes a bullet to the left calf, or possibly the shin. He has a bullet wound to his left shoulder from before, so that's two major wounds that are about to end up in the water... which probably isn't too clean. The bleeding will be worse in the water, but that's the only thing that might help keep the wounds from getting too infected. Unless he has healing abilities gained from the drug tests that we still haven't learned about....

We know he's strong, and we know he's tough (endurance), but is there more to it? Can he withstand these kinds of injuries?

And what will happen now that they -- including Oliver -- are in the water?

I'd love for them to make it to the mill. I wonder how long it would take to flood the underground tunnels and chambers (and drown those staff members), if they sabotaged the wind pump.

I'd also love for Mey-Rin and Ran-Mao to show up, on their way to a final meetup point. We don't know the instructions they were given after they completed their missions -- none of them -- so... perhaps they might meet up with Finny (but without Snake) in Norfolk anyway?