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It's been a great 2026 season of 'How light is it in #Orkney at 5pm this week.'
We started in the darkness of early January and ended in the light of April after the clocks had gone forward. Here's all the weeks put together as we moved from 5pm darkness to 5pm sunshine. 💡
@Nithya_Shrii It’s called The Hermit Phase. Once found, it’s peaceful lure, release from obligations to others and lack of dramas not your own can suck you down like falling into a thick, luxurious quilt
But be careful not to suffocate. And for goodness sake have some fun sometimes! 💃🏻
Imho
@sciencegirl They should never have been separated… Poor mare not to see her baby for too long. In a herd, the bond between mares and foals is very strong, and they usual don’t separate for a few years
We mistakenlt believe animals lack language/care/feelings etc. we’re wrong
IMO
They know
@Joshua771209@bimmerr_ It’s the rhesus factor on those red blood cells. A red blood cell can have either a +ve rhesus factor or a -ve rhesus factor or have no rhesus factor at all.
O -ve blood is special because it can be given to anyone.
@blueshftt@EpicClipVault Totally agree.
BUT that car:
Stopped within a second (already driving on the pavement behind the bike),
Both men immediately got out, even tho the rider had jumped up,
All 3 men were dressed very similarly.
Just saying it looked a bit sus 🤷🏻♀️
Imho
Remembrance Day
Today, we pause in the stillness of our own freedoms and remember those who never tasted theirs. Barely grown men, and boys not yet steady in their stride, marched into the mouth of war with nothing but courage in their chests and the hope of a better world held tight against their hearts.
They lay in foreign fields beneath indifferent skies. They wrote trembling letters home that would never be answered. Their mothers wept into uniforms folded too neatly. Their fathers stood silent in doorways, aged decades in a single heartbeat. And the world, drenched in their blood, was handed back to us… cleaner, quieter, freer.
We promised them something. We promised that their sacrifice would not be forgotten; that the liberties bought with their youth would never be bargained away; that the horrors they endured would be the inheritance we refused to pass on.
Yet today, we watch freedoms erode by whispers and signatures, by fear and convenience. Rights once defended by courage are surrendered by apathy. Voices once raised in the trenches are drowned out by the polite silence of those afraid to offend.
So stand. Stand in gratitude, not comfort. Stand in remembrance, not ritual. Stand for the freedoms carved into the soil of Flanders and Normandy, in the sands of Gallipoli, and the icy air of Korea.
We owe them more than poppies pinned to our lapels.
We owe them vigilance.
May the young who never grew old be honoured not only with silence, but with action. With courage. With the defence of the rights they died believing we deserved.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
We will remember them.
@JamesMelville Big Daddy once, after winning his bout with Giant Haystacks, picked six year old me up and carried me around the ring… I still remember the lights and the noise and the sweat…
Hell of a moment - I wish I had it on video, but it was a long time ago…
@NewStatesman@AndrewMarr9 So Andrew Marr is obviously fortunate enough not only to never have been very sick or disabled himself, but also to have never had anyone he loves be sick or disabled or elderly. Quite miraculous.
Entitled, snobbish attitude. Leave @Number10cat out of it too.
Just my opinions
@OrkneyUncovered Don’t know I’m afraid - I saw it before yours as luck would have it, so it didn’t register. And you know how X doesn’t let you scroll back very far…