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[widebeamandwellingtons]

🚤 Exciting news! 🌟 “Navigating Tranquillity - A Beginner’s Guide to Canal Boating” is now live! 🎥 Join the journey and discover the serenity of canal life. https://youtu.be/a9dfDCF7gqw?si=LR3ZRYgmy8fY0SvW

[ibcleaning]

Moving and filling the water tank

[torchstelechos]

I bet SQQ did ASMR videos, theres no proof or meta he just has the vibes of one of the wackiest roleplay ASMR people ever. He would like The White Rabbit ASMR I just fucking know it

[canalriverhub]

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[nosotinylife]

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[swtorsecrets4u]

(EverBrite Widebeam LED Headlamp, 210°Broadbeam Illumination, 500 Lumens, 3 Lighting Modes, Perfect for Trail Running… - Headlamp Guide gönderdi)

[theperambulationsofpenelope]

Out on the Thames!

Brentford to Richmond

We are both up promptly and have got all the necessary ready for our passage onto the Thames! Our passage is booked for 10:05-12:05 to allow for the High Tide pushing up the tidal stretch of the Thames but first we need to negotiate Lock number 100 on the Grand Union at the bottom of the Brentford Basin!

Heading into the basin there is time for some nostalgia as we pass our old home mooring - I swear Penelope was trying to pull in that direction! Someone is at home there now - the bright turquoise boat in the photo below:

During our two and half years in Brentford we had seen plenty of boats heading in or out of the gauging lock but this is our first time! A bit of working out which buttons to push on the control panel and we are down into the semi tidal reaches.

A bit of a wait at the Thames Lock while we wait for the lock keeper to arrive, and we are second in the queue, a grey Widebeam is ahead of us. The passage was remarkably smooth, no wind and the lowest high tide so far this week made for a tranquil exit onto the tidal river. Bedecked in our life jackets we head north.

First notable sight, Syon Park and the London Apprentice - Martin and I had always thought to go back there for drink but Covid intervened and we never quite got there!

The next bit of excitement we could have done without! The instructions at Richmond Lock say if the lights are amber go through the bridge - this should be the case 2 hours either side of high tide. Outside these times you have to pay £10 and go through the lock. Well we were within the high tide period and as we approached the bridge there were three arches on the bridge, two with faint amber lights and then a line of amber lights in another arch as the sluice gates were raised. We took that to be the arch to go through (the one next door on the port side has a big Green arrow pointing starboard) but as we approached, at some speed the slice gates rose further revealing three red lights and a no entry sign!

Thoroughly unnerved we went through the arch with the arrow, but looking back discovered a dot matrix sign saying the middle arch was out of bounds and we should have used the arch furthest to port! Ah well - if we ever do this again we’ll know what to do!

Richmond was much quieter than we have seen in the past, but there were still plenty of boats to see.

[thecanalpirate]

Captain Jack #Spaniel enjoying the #sun on #thepitateboat #lockdown #lockdown2020 #canallife #leedsandliverpoolcanal #widebeam #Liverpool #cannalife #cockerspanielworld #cockerspaniel #cockersofinstagram (at Maghull Hall Swing Bridge (Bridge 12)) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-91u4ND-cD/?igshid=14ce34dlrebbb

[sisi66]

Hummmmm.... . . . . . . #sunsetonthemeadow #riverlife #lifeonabarge #boatlifeisthebestlife #cruisinglife #widebeam #sunsetcolours (at Oxford, Oxfordshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRZvwWrLGLW/?utm_medium=tumblr

[simplyawfuletsyshop]

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[widebeamandwellingtons]

Hi you lovely lot, for your viewing pleasure our next vlog is out Revealing the Unexpected Lessons we've Learned on our Wide Beam Boat | 124

youtu.be/lWBi4z959Ds 😊

[confusinglyamusingly]

people with fibreglass boats who moor on or beside lock landings within a daily cruising distance from broxbourne hire boat company are braver than any us marine

[wiff-waff]

After filling up with the wet stuff opposite we pulled out of Peartree under a grey sullen sky and slowly headed north. If you read forums many disgruntled boaters complain about the long haul around MK but on the numerous occasions we’ve done it there are always new points of interest to look at. Yes there are dozens of boats moored up so tick-over is a must and if you’re in a hurry then you shouldn’t be on a narrowboat anyway. Slowly and joyfully we made our way around the town, the water our own until we reached New Bradwell when a dirty big widebeam pulled out in front of us. I’m probably gonna upset all my widebeam owning friends now but the canals weren’t built for these dirty big crafts and it is very frustrating when you get behind one doing barely 1 mph. Luckily when we reached The Galleon he pulled over and let us by and we sped on over the iron aqueduct and on to the only lock to hinder us at Cosgrove. Through the chamber and village, past The Navigation and little marina and the inviting countryside lay ahead. We didn’t cruise much further, mooring by bridge 62 and surrounded by fields of green for as far as the eye could see.

Then I got a message. Lennie, Jan and Ian would be joining us tomorrow somewhere. There goes the silence. Something to look forward to.

From where we moored it was only an hour to YG. Saturday started dry and cool and gusty winds which would make turning the boat difficult especially as the turning hole at the boatyard is small and hindered by moored boats a plenty. I did the 3 point turn in 7 and I touched 1 moored boat which obviously isn’t textbook but it was windy your honour and I think few could have done better and as we pulled onto the concrete jetty David wasn’t shouting and screaming at my manoeuvre which is all that counts.

And then we had a good result. The whole point of going to YG was because I thought we were low on diesel but it turned out we only needed 48 litres.

Back towards MK and I’d agreed with Lennie we’d meet where they passed us which was at Wolverton Park so just before the aqueduct we pulled over to the bank and moored for the night.

 And one night turned into two and whilst there I was cajoled, bribed and blackmailed into washing and polishing the port-side of the boat and very shiny it now looks.

 Back on the cut we stopped at Gifford to fill up with water and empty the shitter and then it was back to Peartree and lo and behold our mooring was still vacant and we slotted in very nicely.

Tomorrow = jab day, bring it on baby.

[castellankurze]

FSF - Iron Warriors (Heresy/Pre-Heresy Era), an unconventional type of warfare/weapon.

“Their coordination is perfect,” Eutropia said.

“Virtually perfect,” the Iron Warrior across from her stated with eyes narrowed in skepticism.

“No.  I mean perfect.  I’ve never seen anything like it before,” the Alpha Legionnaire replied.  Her fingers glided over the map of the city, indicating various markings made and subsequently crossed out or smudged over.  “We’ve tried every approach we can think of.  Sewers.  Heat vents.  Camo-cloaks.  Reflex fields.  We even tried brute-forcing the east and west gates.”  Her lips thinned into a line at the admission of such straightforward tactics.

For nigh on nine weeks the XX Legion forces - five companies’ worth - had labored to take the city of Castrus Veronia, a sprawling megacity nearly a thousand kilometers in breadth.  A request for reinforcement had come recently into the ears of the IV Legion, and the chapter of Warsmith Larisa had responded, bringing with them companies of the Imperial Army and heavy artillery provided by the Adeptus Mechanicus.  All of whom were about to receive a very rude awakening.

There was a rustle of paper as Eutropia laid a translucent image over the city layout.  “The problem is this central communications hub.  As near as we’re able to determine, it’s buried several kilometers underneath the city - too hardened to hit with bombardment, we ran the simulations - and it’s jacked into Veronia’s entire communications network.”  She placed a hand atop a pict-capture of a massive combat droid near the size of an Astartes dreadnought in the midst of tearing one of her squads to pieces.  “That enables them to use their pet warbots with perfect coordination.  Any detection of invasion and they come swarming in.”

Larisa pressed her lips together and reached out with a fingertip to draw the pict across the table towards her, inspecting the image of the war droid.  “I assume you XX have gone through your usual repertoire of feints and falsehoods,” she said.  Her voice was a hoarse, rasping noise, not unlike the grinding of her Legion’s war machines.

“You assume correctly,” the Alpha Legionnaire replied, keeping her own face neutral.  “Again I must stress that their coordination is perfect.  They respond to every threat, no matter how nuanced, with overwhelming force, all directed by the central hub, and we’ve been unable to get so much as a toehold before they come swarming in.  I’ve begun to suspect that the hub houses some manner of advanced AI,” she saw the Mechanicus representative twitch- “that handles the protection of the city.  Their response times, their adaptive tactics, they’re too good for human direction.”

“Orbital bombardment.  Smash the entire thing,” Larisa stated bluntly.

Eutropia thinned her lips.  The Alpha Legion did not pride itself on trading guile for brute force.  “We would prefer to keep such an option as a last resort.”

The Warsmith grunted and looked down at the maps once more.  “Attrition tactics.”

“We considered that.  We spent a week picking off what bots we could.  They drag away the scrap for repairs and the city has factories which produce replacements.  The only way to whittle them down would be by drowning them in blood, and we don’t have enough to make that work.”

“It may come to that, even so,” Larisa said, looking back up into Eutropia’s eyes.  The Alpha Legionnaire was mildly surprised she still had both, given the scarring that lined her face and continued along the right side of her head, leaving that side shorn of hair.  Like most of the XX Eutropia had undergone routine treatments to alter her own appearance into a shaven-headed, olive-skinned warrior monk, a face in a sea of faces, but given the character of the IV Legion a Warsmith who still had her original eyes was a rare thing indeed.  Not to mention teeth.  “My chapter is but the vanguard for a larger force, and when the Lord of Iron arrives it will not matter how fine-tuned the defenses of Castrus Veronia.”

Eutropia thought for certain she had heard wrong.  “The IV Primarch is coming here?” she asked, unable to help leaning slightly over the table.

Larisa nodded.  “The Iron Blood is approximately eight days out.  Ten chapters of the IV Legion.  If we so choose, we need merely shore up our positions and await them.”  Larisa went back to studying the tactical readouts, leaving Eutropia to stew silently at the thought of the titanic figure who even now drew inexorably closer to this very world with each passing second.  A primarch.  She felt a momentary jealousy, that the IV Legion could indeed call upon such a resource-

“Electronic warfare,” Larisa said suddenly, bringing Eutropia’s attention back to the present.  “These war droids aren’t hooked directly into the grid.  They must receive their directions via wireless.”

“We’ve tried that as well.  Their firewalls are very good, and the hub appears able to supersede any local vox traffic.  Our jamming has had limited effect.”

Larisa stared across the table once more, and then lifted a hand with her index finger extended even as she started to turn away.  “I have an idea.  Come with me,” she ordered, and without waiting to ensure the Alpha Legionnaire obeyed left the command tent.  Eutropia hurried after her, too curious to bristle at being dictated to, as the Warsmith made her way through the developing strongpoint of the IV Legion.  “Ophaellos!  Ophaellos!” she called out, and a man in the crimson armor of a techmarine responded.  “Yes, Warsmith?”

Larisa waved a finger at his chest.  “Where was it.  Tauros?  Torvis?  The nebula with the electronic interference.”

“That was Torvis,” the techmarine affirmed.

“How did you rig that beacon?”

“We tuned the systems aboard the Calibos so that the entire cruiser would act as a single gigantic vox antenna.”

“Could you do it again?” Larisa asked intently.

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The bridge of the Iron Blood was a cavernous chamber, a place of stark utilitarian machinery without artifice or gilding.  It buzzed with activity, men and servitors at their stations coordinating the actions not only of the massive vessel itself but also the accompanying fleet of the IV Legion and their attendant Army and Navy forces.  Four days out from planetfall, the details of the initial drop and occupation steps were being finalized, a flurry of vox and astropathic communication between the multitude of vessels.

Amidst it all, a gigantic figure sheathed in steel sat all but silent on great throne of the Iron Blood, ringed by a bodyguard of armored terminators of the Iron Warriors and attended by a legionary in more standard armor, marked with the rank of captain.  The primarch Perturabo was reading a dataslate, absurdly thin compared to the massive steel gauntlet which held it, and yet the motion of his thumb as he scrolled through its contents caused not so much as a blemish on the slate’s screen.

A voice rang out, breaking through the hum of activity.  “Wide-spectrum vox coming in from the Ironheart!” the communications officer reported.

Perturabo lifted his eyes from his dataslate and nodded slightly before returning his attention to the information in his hand.  Beside him, Captain Forrix pursed his lips.  The Ironheart was Larisa’s flagship, and the report of a widebeam transmission at this distance was unheard-of.  “Put it on,” he ordered with a nod of his head.

A moment later, a disembodied voice filled the bridge chamber with a full-throated bellow of “BANG YOUR HEAD” accompanied by electronic interference from the power behind the transmission, a blast of audio so tremendous it felt almost like a physical blow to the chest.  Crewmen jolted at their stations at the unpleasant sound, and in the corner of Forrix’s eye the captain even saw one of the primarch’s bodyguard raise his stormbolter.  He turned his head to glower at the reaction and the man lowered the weapon once more, his posture sheepish.

Perturabo lifted his attention once more, frowning, and lifted his hand to make a curt gesture with two fingers.  The vox officer hastened to cut the broadcast, and the bridge chamber felt positively silent in the wake of the transmission.  “And we are yet four days out,” Perturabo mused, still frowning.

“My lord?” Forrix questioned.

The primarch did not reply.

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In the end, the thousand kilometers of Castrus Veronia, a technologically advanced city-fortress which had stood for nine weeks against the Astartes, fell in mere six hours.

Blasted across the entire spectrum of vox capability from the warship in orbit, activity across the city ground to a halt as communication failed, and even the mighty war droids stood still and silent even as the armored figures of the IV and XX moved to occupy the city, encountering only sporadic resistance from hardpoints and individual cells that had managed to receive localized orders.  

Warsmith Larisa and Praetor Eutropia walked into the capitol building virtually unopposed, accepting unconditional surrender from the city’s rulers.

Indeed it could be rightly said that the arrival of the Iron Blood and the full fleet of the IV Legion served little purpose other than to ensure the transition of the world to the rule of the Imperium and the establishment of one of the Legion’s ubiquitous defensive garrisons, all while the Adeptus Mechanicus swarmed the vaunted central hub with the intent of picking apart all the secrets of its advanced technology.

Warsmith Larisa met with the Lord of Iron in his quarters aboard the flagship, and he did not fail to notice that a small crest bearing the likeness of a reptilian beast had been adhered to his officer’s collar.  “You blasted them with…juvenile music,” he said, his voice emotionless.  His eyes did not meet her own, but once more scanned the dataslate he held in one armored hand.

“Pre-Imperial recordings,” Larisa confirmed.  “A selection chosen for maximum psychological and electronic disruption.”

Perturabo lifted his gaze, his expression cold.  “You are dismissed, Warsmith,” he said bluntly, and Larisa departed.

Alone, the Lord of Iron slowly pressed a thumb to the screen of the slate until its display cracked.  As the seconds passed, Perturabo tightened his hand around the device, plastic and electronics crumpling beneath his inexorable grip, until at last he had closed his fist, the dataslate crushed to pieces.

[******]

[The Siege of Castrus Veronia was not entered into the histories of the Adeptus Astartes IV Legion]

[shasharishi]

#boatlife #widebeam #canals #roofgarden #amsterdam #flowers #bikes #bridges #travelling #citybreak #wanderer (at Amsterdam Channels)

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