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Photo taken when I was sitting on a bench in the R'dam City Park while a big dog was barking at me. I don't wear a fur collar btw.
On a field surrounded by flowering plants lie a skeleton in armor next to a chest full of golden currency…
The living animals that cohabit his open grave care nothing for the trunk full of gold, except for a magpie or two who steals a coin from time to time, but otherwise the love of his life, the gold hoard, is mainly intact…
Sir Alfred Von Kröseus, son of late Magnus, a knight of the Löwenkopf, was his name and title…
He was born in a minor noble family in his kingdom, but as such his life was without manual labor, he was given basic education and a life more pleasant than any of the lower classes, his mother dreamt about becoming a clergyman, but when his father who was a noble knight died at a young age on the battlefield he talked his mum in to becoming a knight, he had dreamt of pillaging gold from the defeated enemies and their fallen cities all a part of a knight's payment in these medieval times…
He started off as a squire to a real hero of the battlefield known as Lord Funkenherz. A big honor for a squire of his medioker noble background. But the Lord saw promise in the young streber…
…He proved himself on the battlefield time after time and his master had already spoken to his royal highness about knighting his apprentice after this next battle…
…and the battle was fought and the squire and his master fought their way to the a opposite factions tent behind the line, they entered, there the young squire was hypnotized by what he saw inside, it was the tax-masters tent, and chests of collected tax in gold where stacked all over…
The Tax-master sat there counting the golden coins and scribbled in a book, he was taken by surprise by the knight and Squire, he screamed I yield, I yield, by the rules of chivalry I yield!
The war hero, who was a noble and righteous knight, said: Of course… more was not spoken because by then the squire was impaled by the squire…
His master said: Squire, why do you break our holy law of honor and chivalry?
The young Squire replied: Lord , I respect you but if we would let him yield part of this treasure would go to our king and our regiment, don’t you want it all, we can sneak away with our horses fully loaded by gold…
…later on only one man exited the tent, dug a hole in the ground and hid his treasure, later on when the rest of the regiment arrived he told them that his master was ambushed by the Tax-master in the tent and that he revenged his fallen master by slaying his killer….
…many years passed, and now a Knight many of his friends and allies died in mysterious circumstances while his buried treasure grew…
…rumors had started to circulate on the money the knight acquired and hid, perhaps fueled by him talking too much when intoxicated by expensive wines…
This lead to some equally unscrupulous men planning a plot against the suspected rich noble knight and one day they broke into his citadel and held his wife and daughters by the end of swords…
Take us to your treasure or your family dies, Alfred knowing they would not spare his life even if he did hand over the treasure but prayed along, he said I need my shovel, and he was allowed to take it… when in his hands, he made and unexpected cut with it in the face of one of the robbers, this resulted in his family’s death, an affordable loss according to Sir Alfred, that is compared to the alternative of losing both life and gold!!!
Now with the fallen man's sword he killed his other adversaries, but a deep cut had punctured his gut…
Sir Alfred fearing there were more conspirateurs, hurried bleeding to his buried treasure, he dug it up in haste and hurried dragging it to a field, he opened his chest, there it was, all of his gold, all his, when admiring his gold he perished by his wound next to his true love a chest full of wrongfully acquired gold…
That is the sad story of greedy Sir Alfred…
…and according to locals some nights you can see his ghost counting his coins and no one dares to approach him, because stories told, say that when defending his love he can transgress the borders of the kingdom of life and death…
and for most common people their life is worth more than gold and treasure!
Predating by some years the takeover of Renault Trucks by Volvo, R5GCL is a great looking FH12 6x4 recovery lorry that has a double drive rear axle set up from a Maxter eight-wheeler.
It'd been out working hard on a job just before I photographed it at Garrett Commercials in Sparkford but I know it's normally kept very clean- I won't say sparkling as that would be quite corny wouldn't it?😉
Predating by some years the takeover of Renault Trucks by Volvo, R5GCL is a great looking FH12 6x4 recovery lorry that has a double drive rear axle set up from a Maxter eight-wheeler.
It'd been out working hard on a job just before I photographed it at Garrett Commercials in Sparkford but I know it's normally kept very clean- I won't say sparkling as that would be quite corny wouldn't it?😉
« Certains trajets, il n’y a que les limites du bâtiment pour les arrêter. » (E.G.)
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Petticoat Lane Sunday Street Market Wentworth Street London
The horrible Hungry Donkey Greek Kitchen has finally closed. Looking forward to a new Chinese Restaurant Poo Men Hot Pot
At a spire in the wealthy new reconstructed capital planet at a penthouse party…
(Mlpia): oh how weird our new home is a spitting image of our old planet, standing up here on the balcony I couldn't spot the difference…
(Architect Nexleo): yeah that is the point, the whole idea, we made a cubic grid of our old capital planet so we could reconstruct the whole shabam, even the low levels with mutants and all that trash…
(Bangalora): oh that is really nifty and must have taken a whole lot of time to plan in detail
(Nexleo): not really it was all pre prepared, it was a safety mechanism we built it to the automated systems of the capital planet, all we had to do was to turn some buttons and turn some admin. Keyes!!!
(Mlpia): wow that is so cool, you must be mighty-mighty clever, I am so honored to be invited to such a mega-prominent party… So you who are so clever, what do you think about alien life on other planets and the UFOes?
(Nexleo): eh, what do you mean, you are from a near human-species and I am born on the planet Nextussia!
(Mlpia): oh but I was born on the capital planet by an alien mother and a human father… but I don’t mean aliens like us…
(Nexleo): eh, I don’t quite get your point???
(Mlpia): …I mean those who abduct people and mutilate cattle, those who built the pyramids… those who drive around in suspended teacups…
(Bangalora) yes I have heard about them! They also had Brown square spacecrafts and Green Circles…
(Nexleo): Eh, wait, the Misr-pyramids crumbled away already in the 2100s…
…but I guess you are talking all about what the Von Döneken prophet was talking about??? Didn’t they all turn out to be bored youth from proxima playing pranks on us…
(Mlpia) oh look there is a UFO, yes, cool and there are two cute Proximerian pilots aren’t they cute…
This would later be known as the prominent balcony party abduction, since no one ever saw the trio after they went to the balcony, but some guests had seen a flying saucer pass by the spire just before they vanished forever without clues…
This memorial on the Pest side of the Danube River honors the Jews executed here during World War II. They were told to remove their shoes before they were shot and dropped into the river.
Budapest, Hungary
This memorial on the Pest side of the Danube River honors the Jews executed here during World War II. They were told to remove their shoes before they were shot and dropped into the river.
Budapest, Hungary
Horrible after taste. One star ⭐️
Horrible after taste. One star ⭐️
Horrible after taste. One star ⭐️
37116 & 37175 on 3J51 09:50 York Thrall Europa - York Thrall Europa RHTT straight through Bridlington 28/10/2024
Don't bother with this place as a night shot as you'll be dissapointed! They held the loco outside the station and waited till the unit was coming before letting the RHTT through! Same with the now man vic looking horrible Filey station...
#Halloween #chronoplace #halloween
