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BREAKING: Dawa Sherpa, A Nepali climber who went missing above Camp III on Mt Everest since last week, has been found alive after a miraculous survival and making an extraordinary descent alone from high on the mountain He was discovered this morning near Crampon Point by an SPCC garbage management team while crawling toward base camp suffering from frostbite and severely weakened. Details to follow.

My 85 year old Dad spends all of his days sat watching his TV, probably approaching twelve or thirteen hours a day. He especially likes to watch the BBC, CNN and YouTube videos bashing Trump, Brexit and Farage. He never uses the search function on YouTube, just clicks on what is offered up by the algorithm, and has done for years now. Earlier I showed him a picture of Henry Nowak on my phone and asked, "What do you think of this case?" His answer was, "Who is it?" I explained what had happened and he replied, "When was that?" My Dad is probably representative of a larger section of society than many people realise. My Dad votes! The power of the media is not to be underestimated.

How can they be demanding that 90% of Dartmoor semi wild ponies are killed! What the hell is wrong with this Government!! This is absolute insanity! Dartmoor’s Hill Ponies face extinction. They need YOUR help now. - Sign the Petition! c.org/rk4j6NvDTQ via @UKChange

Beef cattle grazing in tall plants. Heavy rain - no problem with this volume of biomass to eat and trample. Trampling prevents disruption to the soil surface = no erosion. Trampling puts some of the plant in contact with the soil - the earthworms will transform that into more soil. An improving soil will hold more and more rain water, plants will grow deeper roots - keeping the river clean. Eat real red meat and animal fat; buy the best you can.

Throwback to when Novak Djokovic won Roland Garros for the first time and drew a heart on the clay and fell inside it. Memorable and iconic. ❤️ Kuerten’s reaction. 🥹

Novak Djokovic: "I knew I wouldn't have the crowd on my side playing Federer and Nadal. It was like that from start to finish. And it really got to me at first and I couldn't overcome it. I was fighting against them and myself. People say, 'Novak needs to be provoked to bring out his best.' In some situations, that was true and it did happen. But that's not what I want. Who wants to step out on court and be booed? For example, imagine you step out on Bernabeu Stadium and 80,000 people boo you and you have to constantly play in those conditions. It's not easy. I needed to get used to it, and how you adapt determines the outcome of everything."

Woke ITV's chief "anti-racist" Charlene White hosted Loose Women today. They did not utter a single word about Henry Nowak. The show's coverage of Black Lives Matter was unrelenting. Today they spoke about drowning in group chats. Henry drowned in his own blood. Shame on you all.

Flashback: Palestinian commentator on Hamas TV says Palestinians are simply innocent Muslims who want to practice their Allah-given right to kill every single Jew as a human sacrifice for Jihad. He says there is nothing wrong with teaching children to kill Jews; it’s part of their “Islamic culture.”

I’m not sure what I was expecting but I wasn’t expecting this. Moscow is an unbelievably beautiful city.

Wonderful to see! Thank you for sharing the truth for all to see. We should be friends, allies, and trading partners with Russia and much friendlier to the rest of the world. And keep our tax dollars at home to be spent for Americans and stay out of foreign wars.

🟢 June is Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month. While the world focuses on other things, let’s talk about something that saves lives: - Men die by suicide nearly 4 times more often than women. - Men make up roughly 75-80% of all suicides in the US. - Too many guys suffer in silence because “tough it out” culture tells them asking for help is weakness. Real strength isn’t pretending you’re unbreakable. It’s having the courage to say “I’m not okay” and reaching out. Check on your brothers, fathers, sons and friends. Normalize the conversation. Mental health is health. If you’re struggling, you’re not alone. Call or text 988 — Suicide & Crisis Lifeline (24/7). Green ribbon for the men fighting battles no one sees. 💪 #MensMentalHealth #MensHealthMonth #BreakTheStigma

My heart is full of love for this. The UK’s first rooftop ICU at King’s College Hospital allows critically ill patients to receive life support outdoors, giving them fresh air, sunlight, and nature to support recovery and wellbeing. Patients reported a 20 percent reduction in pain relief meds required.

In the dusty roads of Jericho, a blind beggar named Bartimaeus sat hopeless… until he heard Jesus was passing by. Despite the crowd shouting him down — ‘Be quiet!’ — Bartimaeus refused to stay silent. He shouted louder: ‘Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!’ Jesus stopped. He called him. And in that moment, Bartimaeus threw off his beggar’s cloak, ran to the Savior, and received his sight. This is more than a healing story — it’s a reminder that persistent faith breaks through every obstacle. Never let the noise of the world silence your cry to God. Mark 10:46–52 Who else needs this encouragement today? Drop a 🔥 if you’re believing for your miracle!

Un seul chien a fait ça en deux minutes. C'est complètement fou ! 😍🐶

Few months ago a young lad called Toby messaged me on instagram and asked if I’d follow him back, I jokingly replied .. I will if you come and spend the day out in the field with me, rather than all this through the screen stuff. He did it, his mum brought him at 5am to spend the day at @Bempton_Cliffs with me.. I used his little vlog camera to make him a video that he can share. He is a little legend, with a foot ailment that made it difficult to walk or stand for long, with a true passion for photography and determination to spend the day with me, it was unreal. He also had his dad’s old camera with manual focus and none of the gimmicks we all have in our silly cameras . All these photos are his. #wildlifephotography

A Beautiful Tribute (wait for it)

Earlier this year, we collaborated with three family dairy farms to find a home for their milk after losing their milk contract. Now, we work together to bring Mossgiel milk from moo to you. But sadly, we’re not alone Claire is another example of the reality facing small farms. On World Milk Day, I think that’s a conversation worth having.

At seventy-nine, I live alone. And for the first time in my life, I feel completely at peace. When people hear that, I notice the look in their eyes. A softness. A kind of pity. They ask gently: “Don’t you get lonely?” “Isn’t the silence hard?” I always smile. Because living alone is not the same as being lonely. My name is Angela. I’m seventy-nine years old, and I live in the same apartment that once overflowed with noise — children running through the hallway, doors slamming, laughter from the kitchen, voices talking over one another at dinner. I was a wife. I was a mother. I was the person who remembered everything. Appointments. Birthdays. Groceries. Medicines. The small invisible tasks that quietly hold a family together. I gave my life to the people I loved, and I do not regret it. But I also carried a tiredness I never spoke about. Then my husband died. After that, everyone worried about me. “You shouldn’t live alone.” “You need someone to take care of you.” “You should stay with your children.” I know those words came from love. But hidden inside them was another idea: that a woman my age could not possibly enjoy solitude. That silence must mean sadness. At first, even I wondered if something was wrong with me for liking the quiet. Then one morning, standing by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands, watching strangers hurry through an ordinary gray morning, I realized something that changed me completely: I had not been abandoned by life. I had finally been returned to myself. Now I wake when my body is ready. I cook what I want. I rest when I’m tired. Some days I speak to no one at all — and yet I feel full, not empty. I read. I walk. I watch old films. I sit with my thoughts without rushing to escape them. The silence no longer frightens me. It comforts me. My children have their own lives now, and that is exactly how it should be. I raised them to become independent adults, not lifelong caretakers of my happiness. Of course I still feel nostalgia sometimes. I miss certain voices. Certain moments. Certain versions of life that no longer exist. But nostalgia is not the same thing as regret. What I feel most now is peace. The peace of no longer needing to prove anything. The peace of having spent decades caring for others and finally learning how to care for myself. The peace of understanding that solitude can be a gift instead of a punishment. So when people still ask me, “Angela… doesn’t the night scare you?” I answer honestly: No. Silence is not my enemy. It is my home. And here, at last, I feel free.

If you can safely return to the country you fled for vacation or a casual family visit, you are not a genuine asylum seeker or refugee. Your claim of persecution is contradicted by your own actions. Your status should be revoked and you should be removed.

The footage is haunting. The first thing police came across on the scene was a panicked man shouting that Henry "had a mouth full of blood." They then arrested him without checking - simply because he was white and his attacker brown. People must go to jail over this.