How To Build A Hand Water Pump

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Kingswood King John’s Lodge South Gloucestershire
Kingswood King John’s Lodge South Gloucestershire
1905 view of King John’s Lodge (Kingswood Castle) Kingswood was one a Royal preserve, and holly hedges were planted to prevent the game from straying. The name Cockroad is indicative that here was a small aperture left in the hedgerows for birds to get through. If any other potent sign of olden days is needed, it will be found in the speech of the natives; for, as Mr. F. A. Wilshire remarked in a boundary dispute some time ago, "Kingswood is one of those parts of Gloucestershire where real Saxon is spoken." In the possession of Mr. E. J. Hawkins, former secretary of the Cossham Memorial Hospital, is an iron ring and rivet found in a tree which grew in the present grounds of the hospital, and was, unhappily, cut down in the layout. The tree was of gigantic girth, and the workmen gave it their opinion that it was at least five centuries old. On examination there was found, embedded in the elm, an iron, hand-beaten ring of rough and antique workmanship used apparently for tethering horses in the forest; so that quite possibly it represents the oldest preserved ironwork of Kingswood. An especial interest attaches to the ring since the tree in which it was discovered grew near to the house on Lodge Hill known from times immemorial as "King John’s Lodge." The basement of the present modern house is built of walls of massive thickness, as would befit a three-storeyed lookout set up on the highest point of the King’s Chase, and a now filled in arch is said to have led by a subterranean passage to "Hill House" at Staple Hill. Connected with "King John’s Lodge" is a ghostly tradition of a white horse and rider which, at certain times, passes through the lodge gates to the site of the one-time pool beneath the hill. Other legends centre around two ancient houses which stood not too far distant: the "Round Tower" (Kingswood Castle and "Fitzchew’s Bunch" both unfortunately, demolished. Beneath the former was an underground passage high enough to allow a man to ride on horseback without bending. Other curious relics to be found at Kingswood are a number of round and oval stones, bored with a hole, through which apparently was passed a rope communicating with the horse’s head, and used to prevent animals from straying in the forest. One of these stones, with portions of an iron bar embedded, is in the possession of the writer, together with an ancient horse-shoe, another relic of the chase. Mr. George Burgess, a descendant of one of the oldest Kingswood families, who had at one time 12 horse-stones, suggests that they were brought by Isaac Burgess, his great-great-grandfather, on pack-horse when he conveyed material from Wick Rocks for the building of Wesley’s famous chapel about 1739. Wick, was, of course, included in the forest area. Interesting in this connection is the fact that some years ago there was picked up from beneath a gooseberry bush in the fruit gardens of Mr. W. H. Smith, in Black Horse Road, a beautiful flint arrow-head. This piece of ground is said to be almost the only portion of the forest which has not been dug for coal. Thoroughfares at Kingswood are often called by ancient names. Downend Road is still sometimes spoken of as Wait’s Road (from a farm which stood in the vicinity): Charlton Road as Pin Factory Lane (from an old Kingswood industry); Kingsway as Blackboy and Trumpet Lane (from an old inn demolished some years back): and School Lane as Pig Lane, though an older name seems to have been Wesley Lane. Some names of other lanes sound curious to the ear, as Two Stone Lane, Grannies’ Lane, Hopp’s Lane, Jack Fry’s Lane, and Cat-Gut. Most of the old meare stones or boundary marks have been destroyed. One appears to have been standing in living memory on the site of the Kingswood Hotel, though others are undoubtedly covered up in many a ditch. The term "level" is in frequent use at Kingswood, apparently denoting that intricate system by which water was tapped from the pits. Among the most important are Strong’s Level and Dilly Gay’s Level. The first has never been known to fail even in the dryest summer; while the other took its name (according to an old version) from Dilly Gay, a soldier or sailor who, when he died, he reached the advanced age of 104 and his wife 102. Outside the house in which he lived (now occupied by Mr. Stone) is the famous flow of water, said to be of medicinal value, and much used at one time by the local folk. The elder tree which grew above it is now gone, and the water is choked with weeds and stones. Other one-time popular water supplies bear the quaint names of Old Pump Well (Blackboy and Trumpet Lane); Sally Attwood’s Well; and Jack Fry’s Well (at Mount Hill road). The same picturesque nomenclature is found in names of grass-grounds. So we hear of Kid’s Sorrel, Aby’ s Pen, Shop Patch, Holly Back, and Fat Sall’ s ground; while among the hills are Hopewell, Cockshot, Honey, Whippen, and
Petirrojo en el jardín - Robin in the garden (HOW THE ROBIN HE WON THE COLOR OF YOUR CHEST) - Pit-roig al jardí - Erithacus rubecula
Petirrojo en el jardín - Robin in the garden (HOW THE ROBIN HE WON THE COLOR OF YOUR CHEST) - Pit-roig al jardí - Erithacus rubecula
HOW THE ROBIN HE WON THE COLOR OF YOUR CHEST (Google translate) (Story of Selma Lagerlof, the Nobel Prize in Literature 1909) It was at the time that Our Lord not only created the heaven and the earth but also all animals and plants, which gave its name at the same time. From that time could tell many stories, and if all were known to us clarify many things in the world, now we can not understand. It happened one day to find our Lord in Heaven, painting the birds ran out of colors in the palette, so that the goldfinch had been colorless not happen to be the good God had not yet cleared all the brush. It was then when God gave the donkey's long ears, because of its difficulty in retaining its name. Just forgot it was taken a few steps from the plains of Paradise, and three times was compelled to ask again what was his name. So God, a little impatient, took him by both ears, and said: "Your name is: donkey, donkey, donkey. And while he spoke he was pulling the ears of an ass, so that they were growing in order to hear better and not forget what he was told. The same day he had to impose a punishment for Bee. Just was established it began to accumulate honey. And when man and animals perceived their delicate aroma came for testing. But the bee wanted to keep it all for himself and threw to all who came to the hive, by force of biting them with their poisonous sting. Seeing God, he immediately called the bee to impose a punishment. "I've endowed with the power to collect honey," said Our Lord, which is the most gentle of creation, but I have not granted the right to be tough with your neighbors. So do not forget that every bee, which pique someone who wants to try their honey, with life atone for the bite. Yes, this happened the day he became blind cricket and the ant lost its wings. Weird So many things happened that day! God spent sitting majestically on his throne and kind, Believe that you created, encouraging all their breath, and by the end of the afternoon he came up with even a small gray bird. - You call Robin! God said the bird, when he had finished. And by placing the palm of your hand, let it fly. And when the bird had hovered for a while, watching the beautiful land where I had to live, she wanted to be seen himself. Then noted that it was completely gray, and his heart, therefore, the same color as the rest of his body. Robin turned and twisted looking in the water, but in vain: not a single feather found itself red. And the bird hurried back with our Lord. God was sitting, kind and gentle in his throne. From his hands came off butterflies flitting around his head, the birds chirped in his shoulders and around his land sprouted roses, lilies and daisies. The bird's heart throbbed violently, full of fear, but by drawing airy circles, was getting closer and closer to God, until he landed on his hand. Then the Heavenly Father asked what he wanted, and the bird replied: "I wanted to ask you something. - What do you want to know? - Why call Robin if from the beak to the tip of the tail am completely gray? Why call Robin if I have no red spot on my body? And the bird, with its large black eyes and pleading, he looked to the Lord, shaking his head from side to side. Around him he saw purple pheasant feathers sprinkled lightly golden, thick parrots with red ruffles, bed-crested roosters, butterflies, goldfish and roses sprang up everywhere. And I thought the bird: - I need so little, even be a drop of color on the chest to become a beautiful bird and look right to the name! Why do I call if I am completely gray robin? Once he had thus spoken, the bird waited for the good Lord said: "Oh, buddy, I notice that I have forgotten to paint red feathers in your chest, wait, this is a moment thing. But our Lord limitose smiled kindly and said: "I called Robin, and Robin will be called, but you yourself have to come to earn the red feathers of the breast. And the good Lord raised his hand and sent him back. The bird flew thoughtful for Paradise. How could a bird as small as him, to earn the red feathers? The only thing they saw was able to choose their nest in a thicket. Among the thorns of the dense bush built his nest. Seemed to expect a pink sheet adhere to her neck and give up his color. Had passed an infinitely long time since that day, which was the most auspicious of all days of the Earth. Since then both men and animals left Paradise, spread around the world. And the men had advanced so that they knew till the land and sail the seas, manufacturing garments and ornaments and had long since learned to build large temples and cities as Thebes, Rome and Jerusalem. And a new day dawned never be forgotten in the history of the world. On the morning of that day the robin was sitting on a bare hill, near the city walls of Jerusalem, having fun with her singing to their young, resting in her nest in low bushes. Robin recounted their young what had happened

how to build a hand water pump