If you can tear your eyes away from the views at Yesnaby, take a closer look at the incredible geology of the area - thousands of years of history right in front of you ❤ Thanks to @jamwrights for the 📷 #visitorkney#loveorkney
🍃The town was one of several chartered in 1761 by Benning Wentworth, colonial governor of New Hampshire. It was his custom to name new towns after prominent English aristocrats of the day, hoping they might adopt a patronly interest in their namesakes. Wentworth named Manchester for Robert Montagu, 3rd Duke of Manchester. First settled in 1764, the town was laid out in 1784. The land was better suited for grazing than tillage, so by 1839 about 6,000 sheep roamed the pastures and hillsides.
Other industries came to include iron mines, marble quarries and mills, and lumber companies. The arrival of the railroad from industrialized centers like New York City brought tourists, drawn by Manchester's historic architecture and beautiful setting among mountains. Following the Civil War, the town developed into an affluent resort area, which it remains today.🍃
Better then mountains can be only the Georgian wine) And when you have not a mountains near your city, it's better to go to where there are at least five of them. Actually, what tomorrow I will do.⠀
Лучше гор может быть только грузинское вино) А когда у тебя под боком ни одной горы нет, то лучше уехать туда, где их хотя бы пять. Собственно, что завтра я и сделаю.⠀
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We were as seduced by Marrakesh as Yves Saint Laurent was back in 1980.
📖 So my 2018 reading challenge is going super well: currently on book 10 of 36: The Constant Gardener. I loved the film and it’s the perfect primer as I plan my trip to Kenya later this year. I’m about to board my flight home to London so hoping to make a good dent in it on my flight. Other recent reads: Lullaby, I Dreamed of Africa, Call Me By Your Name and Bel Canto; all very good! #🇮🇸
My current wish: to be back at Melrose Abbey, the beautiful ruin of a 14th century Cistercian monastery in the Borders of Scotland. Life as a Cistercian monk was not a lot of fun. Taking vows of silence, they woke at 2 am, ate one vegetarian meal a day and only had access to one working fireplace outside of the kitchens. The Abbey was badly damaged by English armies in 1544 during battles to force the Scots to allow Mary, Queen of Scots to marry the son of Henry VIII. This led to the eventual decline of the Abbey and in 1590, Melrose’s last monk died. It’s a fascinating visit... But now we come back to my current reality: sat in an overly-warm east London office, with my eyes glued to a computer screen. #visitscotland#cntraveller