Gold Flat Ware

    gold
  • An alloy of this
  • A deep lustrous yellow or yellow-brown color
  • coins made of gold
  • made from or covered with gold; "gold coins"; "the gold dome of the Capitol"; "the golden calf"; "gilded icons"
  • amber: a deep yellow color; "an amber light illuminated the room"; "he admired the gold of her hair"
  • A yellow precious metal, the chemical element of atomic number 79, valued esp. for use in jewelry and decoration, and to guarantee the value of currencies
    flat
  • An upright section of painted stage scenery mounted on a frame
  • The flat part of something
  • with flat sails; "sail flat against the wind"
  • a level tract of land; "the salt flats of Utah"
  • having a surface without slope, tilt in which no part is higher or lower than another; "a flat desk"; "acres of level farmland"; "a plane surface"; "skirts sewn with fine flat seams"
  • A flat object, in particular
    ware
  • articles of the same kind or material; usually used in combination: `silverware', `software'
  • merchandise: commodities offered for sale; "good business depends on having good merchandise"; "that store offers a variety of products"
  • Pottery, typically that of a specified type
  • consume: spend extravagantly; "waste not, want not"
  • Articles offered for sale
  • Manufactured articles of a specified type
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gold flat ware - That Summer
That Summer in Cornwall
That Summer in Cornwall
From New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Ciji Ware... A different latitude…a different world… Meredith Champlin unexpectedly finds herself the legal guardian of a child she’s never met: Janet Barton Stowe, an unruly eleven-year-old “Beverly Hills brat,” whose mother – Meredith’s cousin-- has died in a private plane crash. At the urging of the child’s Anglo-American aunt, Lady Blythe Barton-Teague, Meredith and her Welsh Corgi decamp from Wyoming to spend the summer at Barton Hall, a shabby-chic castle perched on the remote cliffs of Cornwall, England. Taming the wild child proves a handful, but Meredith’s summer escape gets even more complicated when former British Army Lieutenant Sebastian Pryce, veteran of a bomb-sniffing K-9 squad in Afghanistan, proposes they establish the Barton Hall Canine Obedience Academy and that she join him on the Cornwall Search and Rescue Team. Is their instant attraction an unexpected blessing or the prelude to another heartbreak like the one she left behind in the Rocky Mountains? Even with an assist from a novice search dog named T-Rex, the odds seem long that three months in the land of Meredith’s Cornish ancestors can transform her troubled ward into a happier child, heal the wounds suffered by her soldier-turned-rescuer, and save the Barton-Teague estate from pending insolvency. As a friend of Meredith’s confides, “It all sounds like a stretch, but we never rule out miracles.” That Summer in Cornwall ~ a contemporary, stand-alone sequel to Ware’s bestselling “time-slip” novel A Cottage by the Sea What critics say about this award-winning author… Ciji Ware's award-winning storytelling "should come with a warning-- Do not start unless you want to be up all night!" -- ROMANTIC TIMES “Ware again proves she can intertwine fact and fiction to create an entertaining and harmonious whole.” – PUBLISHERS WEEKLY “A mesmerizing blend of sizzling romance, love and honor… Ciji Ware writes an unforgettable tale.” – THE BURTON REVIEW BONUS: This edition includes a Readers Discussion Guide

LARKIN TRAIL POSTER 22/25
LARKIN TRAIL POSTER 22/25
This poster is sited on the wall of the Blacktoft Commuinty Hall adjacent to the parish church. I found it quite hard to navigate my way here though had a lovely day to drive round the quiet lanes in the fine autumn weather. The low-lying nature of the landscape reminded me very much of the fenlands of Cambridgeshire. The poem featured here is of course: HERE Swerving east, from rich industrial shadows And traffic all night north; swerving through fields Too thin and thistled to be called meadows, And now and then a harsh-named halt, that shields Workmen at dawn; swerving to solitude Of skies and scarecrows, haystacks, hares and pheasants, And the widening river’s slow presence, The piled gold clouds, the shining gull-marked mud, Gathers to the surprise of a large town: Here domes and statues, spires and cranes cluster Beside grain-scattered streets, barge-crowded water, And residents from raw estates, brought down The dead straight miles by stealing flat-faced trolleys, Push through plate-glass swing doors to their desires – Cheap suits, red kitchen-ware, sharp shoes, iced lollies, Electric mixers, toasters, washers, driers – A cut-price crowd, urban yet simple, dwelling Where only salesmen and relations come Within a terminate and fishy-smelling Pastoral of ships up streets, the slave museum, Tattoo-shops, consulates, grim head-scarfed wives; And out beyond its mortgaged half-built edges Fast-shadowed wheat-fields, running high as hedges, Isolate villages, where removed lives Loneliness clarifies. Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach. Philip Larkin 1922-1985.
LARKIN TRAIL POSTER 01/25
LARKIN TRAIL POSTER 01/25
A poor picture for the first of the 25 posters illustrating Philip Larkin's poetry and his life in Hull. This one is mounted on the wall by the lounge bar of the Royal Station Hotel. The quote on the poster is from The Whitsun Weddings published in 1964.:- HERE Swerving east, from rich industrial shadows And traffic all night north; swerving through fields Too thin and thistled to be called meadows, And now and then a harsh-named halt, that shields Workmen at dawn; swerving to solitude Of skies and scarecrows, haystacks, hares and pheasants, And the widening river's slow presence, The piled gold clouds, the shining gull-marked mud, Gathers to the surprise of a large town: Here domes and statues, spires and cranes cluster Beside grain-scattered streets, barge-crowded water, And residents from raw estates, brought down The dead straight miles by stealing flat-faced trolleys, Push through plate-glass swing doors to their desires - Cheap suits, red kitchen-ware, sharp shoes, iced lollies, Electric mixers, toasters, washers, driers – A cut-price crowd, urban yet simple, dwelling Where only salesmen and relations come Within a terminate and fishy-smelling Pastoral of ships up streets, the slave museum, Tattoo-shops, consulates, grim head-scarfed wives; And out beyond its mortgaged half-built edges Fast-shadowed wheat-fields, running high as hedges, Isolate villages, where removed lives Loneliness clarifies. Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach Philip Larkin 1922-1985
gold flat ware
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Devotion
A showcase for Jessie Ware's soulful, melancholy vocals and effortlessly elegant songwriting skills, Devotion blends the ultra-modern feel of downtempo R&B with British electronic music a combo Nylon called 'saturnine sophisti-pop that has been lauded as the missing link between Sade and Whitney Houston,' while adding that her 'heady cocktail of soulful vocals, techno beats, and pop attitude is creating a sensation that s entirely her own.' The Washington Post notes Ware's 'ability to capture the heat of an adolescent blush with her cool, Sade-inspired alto ... her voice glows amid the detailed electronic timbres of right now.' The New York Times praises Devotion as 'meditative' and 'sensuous,' while Pitchfork dubs it as 'a uniquely soulful masterclass.' New York magazine selected Devotion as one of its Top Albums of the year, noting Ware's 'smoky reserve and sophisticated languor.'