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St Michaels Mount, Cornwall - Aerial
by Darren&Ness

St Michael's Mount (Cornish: Karrek Loos yn Koos, meaning "hoar rock in woodland") is a tidal island in Mount's Bay, Cornwall, England, United Kingdom. The island is a civil parish and is linked to the town of Marazion by a causeway of granite setts, passable between mid-tide and low water. It is managed by the National Trust, and the castle and chapel have been the home of the St Aubyn family since approximately 1650.

Historically, St Michael's Mount was a Cornish counterpart of Mont-Saint-Michel in Normandy, France (with which it shares the same tidal island characteristics and the same conical shape, though it is much larger, at 57 acres [23 ha], than Mont St Michel which covers 17 acres [6.9 ha]).

#StMichaelsMount #Cornwall #island #England #UK

Mevagissey, high tide
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ls@diaspora.psyco.fr
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Polar bears on an abandoned island

Russian underwater and wildlife photographer Dmitry Kokh took a trip of a lifetime to an abandoned meteorological station on Kolyuchin Island. This small island, located in the Chukchi Sea, is in a remote area of the Russian arctic. While humans have long since left the area, Kokh discovered that there are other creatures making themselves comfortable. Polar bears have overtaken the station, turning the old buildings into cozy homes and, from the looks of it, thriving.

#photo #photography #DmitryKokh #bears #polarbears #nature #wildlife #abandoned #island
by Dmitry Kokh
https://mymodernmet.com/polar-bears-kolyuchin-island-dmitry-kokh/

Polar Bears Who Took Over Empty Houses Are Living Their Best Life on an Abandoned Island

“When we passed through the Kolyuchin Island near the Northern coast of Chukotka, we saw some movements in the windows of the abandoned houses. And when we got close—those were bears!”

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Navy Agrees To Comply With Hawaii’s Order To Drain Red Hill Fuel Facility

https://www.civilbeat.org/2022/01/navy-agrees-to-comply-with-hawaiis-order-to-drain-red-hill-fuel-facility

‘Under the #order, the #Navy is required to #drain its #fuel and may only refuel in the #future if it can meet #state #safety #standards. If it cannot do so, the Navy will have to #move its estimated #180-million-gallons of fuel #elsewhere.’
‘The only acceptable course of action after #defueling the #RedHill #tanks is what #Oahu #Water #Protectors have always insisted is the only #safe option: #ShutDownRedHill. #PERMANENTLY!’

#redhill #toxic #jet-fuel #tank-farm #facility #contamination #crisis #emergency #pacific #island #oahu #hawaii #military #pollution #health #safety #investigation #poison #environment #ecology #aquatic #life #waterislife

Navy Agrees To Comply With Hawaii's Order To Drain Red Hill Fuel Facility

Employees at Red Hill filed complaints about safety hazards before the leaks in 2021, a Navy official said.

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Stranger

It’s a holiday I deserve. I look around as the ferry glides gently into the familiar harbour and approaches the simple wooden piers. Nearly ten years have passed since I left, though it looks like nothing has changed here. I think back to that last long summer on the island.

I was taking my first steps as a man. I got a job at the harbour, which mainly consisted of greeting the yachts and small ferries that came to the island, securing the ropes and leading the tourists to their accommodation. Smile and help them with their bags, we were told; you’ll get a nice tip, and they might ask you to run errands for some extra cash. They weren’t filthy rich, the tourists; they were the ones who wanted an affordable paradise.

I was only a week on the job when he arrived: the handsome stranger, as I thought of him. I unnecessarily helped with his small amount of luggage and led him up the hill to his bed and breakfast.

“Will you show me around the island?” he asked.

“There’s no need,” I laughed. “You can’t really get lost. There’s the one shop up the hill from the harbour, and–”

I stopped when I saw the smile on his face. My throat went dry.

“Sure, I finish work in a couple of hours. Or an hour and three quarters, even.”

I went back after work, nervous. We walked around the island, I led the way. Pointing out the obvious sites calmed me. Then we went back to his, and I was easily seduced. We spent the night together, and the next, and most of my time off work, really. He didn’t tell me about his life at home, but we discussed films and music and travel.

“I’ve never been to Spain, I’d love to go,” I said after he told me about his time on the Catalan coast. We were lying in bed.

“Go to Barcelona if you like the sea. Beautiful city, strong local culture. And the gay scene is amazing,” He said, running his finger down my back.

“Maybe we could go together,” I ventured.

“Maybe.”

But a week and a half later, he told me his holiday was over and he had to go home. He wasn’t single, it turned out. He was my first love, I was his summer holiday fling. In retrospect, it was obvious. Still, I will always remember him.

I learned quickly. People who came to the island on holiday weren’t looking for ‘the one’, they were looking to get away from it all. ‘It all’ often included a spouse and even children. So I had several more flings with tourists that summer to help me get over him.

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It was near the end of the season when I met her. She was an artist. I helped carry her things to one of the farthest cabins. She wanted privacy, time alone. I smirked to myself; I’ve heard that one before!

“Would you like to paint me?” I asked, thinking I knew it all.

“I’m more into landscapes. The views to the sea here are exquisite.” she said.

I turned to leave.

“Wait, can you get me some things from the store?” she asked.

Over the next two weeks, I bought food and art supplies when she needed, and found excuses to come by and watch her paint. She didn’t mind as long as I was quiet. I’d never before seen someone take a blank canvas and create a realistic picture of the view in front of them. I was mesmerised.

She stayed for a third week; few people did. It was then that we got involved. I think she was looking for a distraction, a break from her painting; I was young and obviously interested. Nonetheless, it became more than sex. I was eager to learn from this worldly woman, this creator of paintings. She enjoyed the attention and grew to like me.

When autumn arrived, she asked if I’d like to come with her. I immediately agreed. I packed up and moved to the mainland with her. We spent a year and a half happily together, sometimes travelling, sometimes staying home.

Then things soured. Her art became popular, and she wanted to travel to shows and hobnob with her sophisticated friends. I didn’t feel welcome, and though I was the younger one, I felt ready to settle down. I realised this wasn’t the future I’d been hoping for. Looking back, it was my first serious relationship; yet I knew it wouldn’t be my last.

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I stayed on the mainland. I had been working as an assistant event manager, and I liked the job. I was good with people and eager to learn. The pay wasn’t great, but it had a future. Two years later I started my own business, managing conferences and exhibitions. I was finally ready to stand on my own two feet, and soon had a few people working for me.

It was hard work though, with little time or money for holidays, let alone love. Now, with my business more secure, I can finally leave things with my assistant for a few weeks. It’s a holiday I deserve.

So here I am, finally able to relax and visit the affordable paradise. Where else would I go? As the ferry gently slows to a stop, I see the eager young faces securing it in place and offering us help to get off the boat. This time, I am the handsome stranger, I tell myself as I step ashore.

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#story #fiction #island #love #loss #comingofage
This is from my wordpress blog Story Stag
Note: This story was inspired by Germain’s song ikaría, and especially the line, “This time, I am the handsome stranger”.

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(((Tousled on Tour)))

Island - Public Domain

Weiße Rose

#dwr #foto #fotografieren #mywork

#Tousled #Crane on #Tour

Aufgrund der aktuellen #Wahlergebnisse benötige ich für den Rest meines #Lebens vorsichtshalber einen #Plan B.
Seit längerem steht da #Island bei mir im #Fokus:

Es ist zwar eine #Insel und ich hasse Inseln, aber in #Zukunft wird es auch dort mummelig warm. Was die politisch auf die Kette bekommen ist auch nicht das #Schlechteste. Nur die #Sprache und die #Vulkane sind Minuspunkte (-:

Bleibt senkrecht und gesund!

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This once Alfred's D*

Kotisaari Island is a small landmass, accessible only by boat, in the town of Rovaniemi. Nestled into the Kemi River, the island was a lumberjack stronghold in a time when the waterway was used by the logging industry. Now, the idyllic island is the protagonist of a set of photos by Jani Ylinampa, which shows the changing seasons. Winter, spring, summer, and fall—Ylinampa’s photographs show the remarkable beauty of the island year-round.

#JaniYlinampa #photography #island #Finland #seasons

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This once Alfred's D*

Monemvasia: The Beautiful Island You Should Know

Located in southern Greece, Monemvasia is one of the country’s hidden gems. Although left undisturbed by flocks of tourists, Monemvasia still offers travelers the best of Greece. Here, you’ll be treated to coastal views, Byzantine churches, and authentic Greek charm packed into its narrow streets.

But what makes Monemvasia so incredibly unique is that, since it’s surrounded by a fortress wall, the town can only be accessed through one entrance.

#Greece #beautiful #island #Monemvasia

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