Andrew Wing BEM.

@ClimbingCoachX Majestic moves..

Janja Garnbret making hard moves look easy

Baby Senator Kennedy Runs the Garage While Baby Trump Supervises 😂 @BabyNetworkNews

@ExplorerCoffees @Arthuristheboy I shall be sure to 'snap off' a quick salute if you pass me Sir..

@andy_wing1 @Arthuristheboy I feel the same way when I Tab down there

The sun, sets over Gosport, Stokesbay, Anglessey Lagoon, and Work House Creek.

@John_Dabell Welcome back Captain, looking good.

Back to one of my favourite walks! First visit since Critical Care - this one means a lot.

The Daily Stoic…Making a difference…and being the difference.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 1829. Five machines. One mile of track. The world was never the same. 🚂 In October 1829 the Liverpool and Manchester Railway held a competition. The world's first inter-city passenger railway was nearly built. Nobody knew what should pull the trains. The directors wanted stationary engines fixed to the ground. Hauling carriages with cables. George Stephenson disagreed. The directors said: prove it. A £500 prize. One mile of level track. Rainhill, Lancashire. Ten entered. Five showed up. One was powered by a horse. 🐴 The crowd favourite was the Novelty. Small, elegant, built in London. Never tested on a real railway before the day. Then there was Sans Pareil. Heavy, dark, powerful. Built in Shildon, County Durham. And the Rocket. Built in Newcastle by Robert Stephenson. George's 26-year-old son. Quietly confident. The Novelty went first. The crowd erupted. Then its boiler joints failed. Then failed again. Sans Pareil ran powerfully. Then its cylinder cracked. The Rocket kept running. Day after day. Run after run. Hauling thirteen tons. Then on the morning of the 8th of October they uncoupled the load. And the Rocket ran free. Thirty-two miles an hour. 🚂 The crowd had never seen anything move that fast. The Rocket was the only locomotive to complete the trials. £500 prize. And the contract to build every locomotive for the Liverpool and Manchester Railway. One year later the railway opened. A Member of Parliament stepped onto the track. William Huskisson, the railway's most passionate supporter, became the world's first railway fatality. The railway opened anyway. History doesn't pause. The Rocket became the template for every steam locomotive built for 150 years. Within twenty years Britain had six thousand miles of railway. It started in a field in Lancashire. With one family from Newcastle who believed a locomotive could win. Did you know this story? 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 Nobody thought a locomotive could do it. One family from Newcastle proved them wrong. We tell the stories because we think they matter. Be Part Of Us. 👉 proudofus.co.uk/support Be Proud Of Us. 🇬🇧

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 A blind man built 180 miles of road across the Pennines. He navigated by touch and memory. His name was Blind Jack. 🦯 Born in Knaresborough, Yorkshire, 1717. At six he caught smallpox and went blind. That never stopped him. He learned to ride. To swim. To hunt. At fifteen he became a fiddler. He fought at the Battle of Culloden. He ran a stagecoach company. He eloped with the innkeeper's daughter. The day before her wedding to another man. 💨 He bet a colonel he could walk from London to Harrogate faster than a coach. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁹󠁯󠁲󠁫󠁿 He won. Five and a half days on foot. 207 miles. In 1765, Parliament authorised new turnpike roads across the north. There were very few people with experience. Jack was 48 years old. He seized his moment. He walked every route first. Alone. Then he built. Proper foundations. Drainage. Techniques nobody had used before. 🛤️ Then he hit the bog. Other engineers said it was impossible. Jack cut heather from the moor. Bound it into rafts. Laid the road on top. The bog held. ✅ Across the north of England. 180 miles of road. You have driven on his roads. At 77 he walked to York to dictate his life story to a publisher. 📖 He died in 1810. He was 92. He left behind four daughters, twenty grandchildren, and ninety great and great-great grandchildren. Did they teach you his name? 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 Jack could never see the roads he built. He made them anyway. For everyone who came after. These stories are in the dark. You keep the light on. 👉 proudofus.co.uk/support 💡 Be Part Of Us. Be Proud Of Us. 🇬🇧

The Stoic Secrets To Reading 100 Books In A Year

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧 In 1921, thirty elected councillors walked calmly into a prison. They chose to be there. They did it to protect the poorest people in Britain. Do you know their names? Poplar. East London. One of the poorest boroughs in the country. 🏚️ High unemployment. Hunger. And a tax system designed to make it worse. Poor boroughs like Poplar had to collect taxes not just for themselves but for London-wide authorities, the Metropolitan Police, the Asylums Board, the Water Board. ⚖️ The rich boroughs paid a low rate. Poplar paid a high rate. And got nothing back. In March 1921, the Labour council, led by former mayor George Lansbury, decided to stop collecting those taxes. They'd use the money to feed the poor instead. 🥣 The High Court ordered them to pay. They refused. On the 29th of July, thirty councillors marched through the streets of Poplar with 2,000 supporters, led by the official mace-bearer, to the sound of a brass band. 🎺 Their banner read: "Poplar Borough Council, marching to the High Court and possibly to prison." They weren't possibly going to prison. They were going to prison. ⛓️ Thirty councillors. Twenty-five men to Brixton. Five women to Holloway. One of them was pregnant. One of the women was Minnie Lansbury. She was 32. She developed pneumonia in prison. She died two months after her release. She was still 32. They held council meetings inside the prison. The women were brought from Holloway to Brixton by taxi. George Lansbury addressed thousands of supporters from his cell window. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 After six weeks, the court ordered their release. Parliament rushed through a new law. The tax burden between rich and poor boroughs was equalised. Thirty ordinary people went to prison. And changed the law. 🇬🇧 Did they teach you their names? Thirty people went to prison so that others would be treated fairly. Nobody remembered them. Every time you support this channel, more of them survive. Be Part Of Us. Be Proud Of Us. 🇬🇧 proudofus.co.uk

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🇬🇧 The last time a foreign army invaded Britain, a Welsh cobbler sent them home. With a pitchfork. 🍴 Her name was Jemima Nicholas. Born in Mathry, Pembrokeshire. 1755. A cobbler. Not a soldier. Not a general. On the 22nd of February 1797, four French warships anchored off the Welsh coast. 🚢 1,400 soldiers came ashore at Carreg Wastad Point. Many of them were convicts and deserters. Their plan was to march on Bristol, start a revolution and inspire the British poor to rise up. It did not go to plan. A ship had recently wrecked nearby. Its cargo was Portuguese wine. 🍷 The French found it. Within hours, the invasion force was drunk. Jemima heard what was happening. She reached for her pitchfork. And walked out to meet them. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 She found twelve French soldiers. They were drunk. She rounded them up, marched them to the church, and locked the door. She wasn't the only one. Hundreds of Welsh women came out of their homes in their traditional red shawls and tall black hats. 🟥 From a distance, after a glass or two of Portuguese wine, they looked exactly like British Redcoats. On the 24th of February, two days after they landed, 1,400 French soldiers surrendered. ⚖️ Unconditionally. The surrender was signed in a pub. It was the last time a foreign army set foot on British soil. 🇬🇧 Jemima Nicholas was awarded a pension of £50 a year for the rest of her life. She died in 1832. Her gravestone reads: "The Welsh heroine who boldly marched to meet the French invaders who landed on our shores." Did they teach you her name? 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 Jemima Nicholas was almost forgotten forever. So were thousands of others. Every time you support this channel, more of them survive. Be Part Of Us. Be Proud Of Us. 🇬🇧 proudofus.co.uk

@ProudofusUK Remarkable story...Loving the 'Burger' BTW.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇬🇧 There is something in most kitchens around the world. 🫖 You have probably used one today. A Scottish scientist invented it in London in 1892. And almost nobody knows who he was. His name was James Dewar. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Born in Kincardine, Scotland. 1842. Chemist. Physicist. One of the finest scientific minds Britain had ever produced. 🏅 Nominated for the Nobel Prize eight times. ❌ Never won. In 1892 he was trying to store liquid hydrogen. Not make a flask for your tea. ☕ He built a vessel with two glass walls and pumped the air out of the gap between them. A vacuum. No air. No heat transfer. ❄️ It worked perfectly. ✅ He didn't patent it. He just didn't. He was a scientist. Not a businessman. The science was enough. A German glassblower named Reinhold Burger had been watching. 👀 He took the design. Made it sturdier. Patented it. Named it Thermos. In 1904 it went on sale. It made a fortune. 💰 Dewar sued. ⚖️ The court agreed he was the inventor. But because he hadn't patented it there was nothing they could do. He got nothing. The word Thermos eventually became so common it lost its trademark entirely. Just a word now. For something a Scottish scientist invented in a London laboratory. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇬🇧 Every flask you've ever owned. Every cup of tea kept warm on a cold morning. ☕ Every building site. Every school trip. Every football pitch. ⚽ James Dewar. Did they teach you his name? 🇬🇧 These islands have thousands of stories the world has forgotten. We find them. We tell them. We put them in front of millions. You help us make that possible. Be Part Of Us. 👉 proudofus.co.uk/support Be Proud Of Us. 🇬🇧

@Arthuristheboy Great circuit John, I recall Haslar Road seemingly went on forever, having run that myself.

@andy_wing1 I used to run around there from RNH Haslar. That, of course, was a very long time ago...

@crimpandclimbhq 100%

@andy_wing1 the way he loads that spring before the throw too poetry in motion fr

The amount of power he has is insane!

Everyone knows Thomas Edison invented the lightbulb. 💡 Everyone is wrong. His name was Joseph Swan. Born in Pallion, Sunderland. Son of a failed entrepreneur. No university. No laboratory. No backing. Just a chemist's apprentice in his home town who couldn't stop thinking about light. He worked on it for twenty years. Along the way he invented bromide photographic paper. Artificial fibre, the process that led to rayon. Over seventy patents. And still nobody had made a lightbulb that worked. Then on the 18th of December 1878, in a lecture hall in Newcastle, he switched it on. It burned bright. Then it broke. But the idea was proven. ⚡ Six weeks later, 3rd February 1879, he demonstrated it again. This time it worked. Seven hundred people watched the room light up. Eight months before Thomas Edison. Edison heard about it. Filed a patent. Then sued Swan in America. The US Patent Office found against Edison. ✅ Edison sued Swan in Britain. The British courts found against Edison again. ✅✅ As part of the settlement, Edison was forced into a partnership with Swan. The company was called Ediswan. Swan's patents. Swan's filament design. Edison's name first. Eventually Edison bought him out. Swan was knighted in 1904. The Savoy Theatre, the first building in the world lit entirely by electricity, used his bulbs. Edison got the credit. Swan got a knighthood nobody remembers. And history forgot Sunderland. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 Did they teach you his name? Together we keep our history alive. proudofus.co.uk/support Be part of us. 🙏 Be Proud Of Us. 🇬🇧

How to actually change injustice (A Stoic guide to Justice)

“It’s a good thing he’s out.” “I always thought he was weak.” — Trump on Counterterrorism Director Joe Kent’s Exit