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Otto Preminger's Daisy Kenyon is an unsung beauty from Hollywood's golden age, a remarkably good and intelligent movie that's all the more gratifying because it could so easily have come out formulaic and sappy. In 1947 it was regarded (and implicitly shrugged off) as a "women's picture" or, more specifically, a "Joan Crawford picture." But there's more going on here. This was shortly after the Oscar for Mildred Pierce revived the actress's career, and the nature of a Crawford picture was changing since she had entered her (gasp) 40s. New York careerwoman Daisy (a magazine illustrator) is trying to break off her longtime affair with a high-profile lawyer and family man (Dana Andrews), and tentatively beginning a relationship with an attractive WWII veteran and widower (Henry Fonda). The men's roles are as important as Crawford's, and neither man is entirely what he first seems--Andrews a self-centered manipulator in all arenas, Fonda a poetic New Englander who used to design boats. Enough ambivalence, wounded psyches, and intimate violence surface to make the movie a kissing cousin to film noir... albeit a variation of noir in which no gun is pulled. Noir also leaks in through the gorgeous Fox craftsmanship. Leon Shamroy's lustrous lighting paints the characters and their studio-made, persuasively three-dimensional environs with insinuating shadow, while still serving director Preminger's penchant for fluid camerawork and mise-en-scène that doesn't dictate our attitudes toward the characters. The production is a model of Hollywood professionalism at every level, and the three star performances are each atypical and complex, with Crawford more restrained and thoughtful than we're accustomed to seeing her. And speaking of model performances, plan to rewatch the film while listening to the commentary by Foster Hirsch, author of the excellent critical biography, Otto Preminger: The Man Who Would Be King; Hirsch is especially sharp on Preminger's stylistic choices and the underappreciated Dana Andrews. --Richard T. Jameson

Director:  Otto Preminger
DVD:  Black & White, Closed-captioned, DVD-Video, Full Screen, Subtitled, NTSC
Company: 20th Century Fox  (2008-03-11)
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Winner, Best Film Award, Berlin Britspotting Film Festival

Official Selection, London Film Festival

"A raw, spontaneous romantic comedy... a delightful find." - The Times

A comedy about how not to fall in love

Dumped at the altar, David (Jonathan Byrne - The Clinic) has had a few drinks and is going on his honeymoon anyway, when he stumbles into Claire (Alex Reid - The Descent). She just got fired. She is broke - but she needs to get out of Dublin. Taking off in the "Just Married" car, these two wounded souls can never imagine what is in store for them as they butt heads in a hilariously chaotic and romantic adventure.

Special Features: Cast & Crew Interviews / Trailer

approx. 86 mins. col. WIDESCREEN

Director:  Karl Golden
DVD:  Color, Dolby, DVD-Video, NTSC
Company: Bfs Entertainment  (2007-06-12)
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Share cottage ownership and avoid disputes!

The Cottage Rules sets out no-nonsense, easy-to-use guidelines for cottage owners who share ownership with others. It deals with everything from succession to laundry. The rules work to prevent conflicts, so that your relationship with your partners can be either as close or as distant as you desire.

This book will show you how to manage your cottage like a business, which in turn frees your time and energy to enjoy the cottage. With four cornerstones to the system (meetings, bookings, banking, and work weekends) the rules are easy to implement, flexible and reliable. The Cottage Rules can help you attain your dream of peaceful cottage ownership.

All forms and checklists are included on CD-ROM in MS Word and PDF formats for use on your Windows PC. Forms include:

* Partnership contract * Sample meeting agenda * Log book forms to record events and work completed * Expense tracking forms * Lists for basic pantry items and first-aid kit * List for telephone numbers * Tasks to do when opening and closing a cottage for the season * List of things to do each time you "check out"

Author: Nikki Koski
Paperback:  96 pages
Company: Self-Counsel Press  (2005-03)
ISBN: 155180610X
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Janeanne Narrin's One Degree Beyond is an engaging introduction to Reiki, the rapidly growing art form that has proven to be an avenue for many to alleviate tension, manage stress, and expand powers of perception. Although One Degree Beyond does not claim to be a course in Reiki, it is designed like a textbook, with sidebars and review questions, making it an easy-to-follow guide to discovering Reiki as both a methodology and a life-force energy. Narrin's anecdotes knit together the metaphysical concepts behind Reiki, and offer a glimpse at a new world waiting to be discovered by those willing to explore one degree beyond the apparent boundaries of our lives. --Brian Patterson

Author: Janeanne Narrin
Paperback:  320 pages
Company: Little White Buffalo Publishing Cottage.  (1998-06-15)
ISBN: 096585454X
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The complete, no-nonsense, up-to-date information source for anyone operating a wool business at home. Includes merchandising tips and descriptions of 18 successful entrepreneurs.

Author: Paula Simmons
Paperback:  272 pages
Company: Storey Publishing, LLC  (1991-01-09)
ISBN: 0882666851
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Helvellyn Cottages, charming self catering cottages in Glenridding, Ullswater in the heart of the Lake District. Pets and dogs welcome. Ideally located for Ullswater, Helvellyn and ... (more...)

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This self catering cottage sits on the banks of the river Cree, only a few minutes walk away from the bustling market town of Newton Stewart, in the heart of one of Scotland`s most ... (more...)

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Dillons Cottage provides self-catering holiday accommodation set in the beautiful, quiet, area of south County Monaghan on the border of Cavan. Located between Cootehill and ... (more...)

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Priory Cottage self-catering accommodation in the centre of Totnes, Devon, sleeps 4 in style ... Priory Cottage has two bedrooms, sleeps four and is right in the heart of Totnes. (more...)

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Stable Cottage - Self Catering Accommodation - Ideal country gateway for both families and couples, located in the pretty village of West Meon. (more...)

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A self catering holiday cottage Pitlochry. Vacation Rentals accomodation at Killiecrankie set in the Scottish Highlands (more...)

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Koa means joyful in Maori and that s what we hope you will feel in our lovely self-contained garden studio nestled amongst mature New Zealand natives serenaded by bellbirds. (more...)

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Sugarlea Cottage, Stanthorpe, Queensland. ... Welcome to Stanthorpe, Queensland! Stanthorpe, Queensland, is only a little over two hours from Brisbane - though a world away in ... (more...)

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Self contained cottage set in 4 acres of gardens, overlooking hills and vineyards with log fire and swimming pool. Photos and facilities list provided with hosts contact details. (more...)

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Here's the deal, This summer I'd like to go on holiday with my girlfriend. We're both 17 and have been dating a couple of months. We've talked about it but are not sure on where to head off to. We think a self-catering home of some sort would be good. I just would like some ideas of romantic destinations? It would be good to be on the cheap side so at most £600 for a week! As for location, the UK is good (Cottage in Devon/Cornwall?) and so is Europe but nowhere too far (2hr flight max) as tickets can be expensive! So any ideas or a destination, activity etc...? (more...)

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Henrietta and Vicky are two neighbours who live in the hamlet of Great Meadow. Both are experiencing problems in respect of their land and decide to visit Mr Jury, the local solicitor, to seek his advice. The issues are as follows: Three weeks ago, Fred, who was the sole registered proprietor of Woodland Lodge, sold and transferred his property to Henrietta. Following completion of the sale, Henrietta discovered two other people in occupation of certain buildings on the land. Mr Jones, who was in occupation of a small cottage located behind the stables, claimed to have a monthly tenancy granted three years ago; and Mr Wood, the village carpenter, produced a deed which showed that he had a 21-year lease of an outbuilding in the grounds with 16 years remaining. Both parties claim that their agreements with Fred are binding on Henrietta and have refused to vacate their respective premises. Later, Henrietta encountered another neighbour, Mr Brown as he ambled across the overgrown field at the back of the stables. When Henrietta confronted Mr Brown, he informed her that Fred had granted him the right to use the field as a short cut to the village church over his land about 15 years ago, and that his wife and himself, being regular churchgoers, had exercised the right of way at least twice a week. Henrietta was furious as she had earmarked this part of the land to build a self-contained flat for her disabled sister, Rosa. Finally, Annabelle, Fred?s grandmother turned up at the property and claimed that she had financed half of the purchase price when Fred acquired Woodland Lodge 22 years ago. She explained that she had resided in the property with Fred and had been unaware of his plans to sell the property. At the time of the sale she had been in London looking after her sister who had recently been discharged from hospital. She now wishes to claim her share of the property. Advise Henrietta on the factors that will determine which, if any, of the above matters will be binding upon her. Please state how your answer would differ if the land, upon sale, had been unregistered (Only deal with Land Registration issues not easements or covenants) THANK YOU!! (more...)

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I just asked this question but the story didn't paste all the way... lets see if does this time. Is this good? And if you're going to say "No" please explain why so I know. It didn't get accepted into the lit mag last year... why do you think? thanks! :) Dear Mr. McKay, They say being in Iraq gets you thinking kind of crazy. But me, no. Me, I just wouldn?t look at those starving faces and hollowed eyes. The sorrowful stares from the mothers of brittle children, clutching their fragile bodies in their arms as they step over the piling bodies. So careful not to lend so much as a glance at the dead victims killed by their own country?s people. I?ve had paled teens stumble to me, screaming words of profanity. I didn?t know how to tell them that I was there to help them. The next day they?re just another victim of insurgents. I didn?t see deep into this crisis, however. My selfish mind screamed for better food, a more comfortable mattress to sleep on and thicker windows to keep the dry land?s sand and bizarre insects out. I know it seems preposterous, but I did not see past my own problems. I didn?t realize how so very small they were compared to the suffering people we saw every day right in front of our eyes. I guess my own eyes just passed right over them. There were so many people around me but I felt? so lonely. This caused my selflessness to flee. Here I was, a soldier, serving his country, and I was grotesquely self-centered. Then one day, on the 20th of November in 2007, I thought of Rebecca. And for reasons unbeknownst to me, I could not seem to get her out of my head that day. I just kept thinking of her smile, her eyes, the way she laughed at everything I said, even if it wasn?t the least bit funny. That day we were out in a ghost town, me and four other guys when something caught my eye. A flash of light hair. A glimpse of bare feet disappearing behind a shack. I abandoned the others, my mind losing control of my body. My gun clicked in my hands as I ran, my lungs shoving against my ribcage. I was chasing after an impossible fantasy, I knew, but my feet kept pounding against the hard ground, my boots leaving distinct patterns along the road that ran behind me. I sprinted around the tiny, crumbling cottage and paused to take a breath. It was silent just then, the usual sound of urgent shouts and wailing children lost in the tumbleweeds of the abandoned area. It was then I looked up. And I saw her. Her dark blond hair fell just below her shoulders, her warm brown eyes looking deep into mine with disappointment. Her lips were cracked, the front of her purple sweater stained black with blood. As she extended her hand out, I noticed the rips in her jeans, her bare feet. Her fingers grasped the empty air just feet from my face, her lips moving. No sound came from her mouth, but I clearly read her words. The awed silence was broken by the shouts of my troop. Suddenly the four of them were by my side, sand rising in clouds after their stormy entrance. Just like that, I looked up and she was gone. No footprints, no trace of her ever standing just six feet away. There was another silence, a loud silence this time accompanied by the confused faces of my men, the narrowed eyes towards one another. At this moment I heard the laugh. The sound erupted through my brain, racking my skull. I was ready to check into the loony bin until I saw the reactions of the four men standing beside me. Their faces were curious, their eyebrows raised high onto their foreheads. They looked like four identical toy soldiers, hands wrapped around their guns so tightly their knuckles were white. My eyes caught a glimmer of light at my feet and I bent down. What I grasped up from the dirt was a phenomena my mind could barely handle. The gold chain slipped between my fingers, the small golden heart resting so serenely in the palm of my hand. ?Did you see a civilian?? Sgt. Carlson had questioned me, his voice breaking the silence and penetrating deep into my mesmerized thoughts. ?Yes.? I had answered, my thumb gliding over the letters graven into the locket?s surface. The men nodded, as if to confirm their commencement. Sgt. Carlson?s radio buzzed. As a muffled voice broke through the static, Sgt. Carlson nodded in understanding though none of us could ever quite decode the voice. ?Go ahead,? he had spoken into the radio, ?We may have a civilian out here.? When he said this his eyes darted to mine, a blank expression written on his face. I figured it was a ?you better be right? stare and straightened up so as to look confident in my sighting. Sgt. Carlson turned to us, his eyes passing strictly over our four faces. ?Okay, men, we?re going to find this civilian. The men will come back for us if we do find them. But if we don?t discover anything, men, we?re going to walk back to base. It?s only a quarter of a mile down from here. Understand?? ?Yes, Sir.? wait there's more We had nodded, and our group continued on. We found nothing, of course, but I decided not to share my discovery of the necklace with them. At the time, I was convinced I had imagined the whole thing. A case of soldier fever, you know? Though I couldn?t get it past me why the others had seemed to hear her laugh also. A howl of the wind, I told myself. But imagination or not, I knew who I had seen. It was your daughter, Rebecca McKay. It was her I saw darting around the shack, it was her whose outstretched hand paused only feet from me. It was her who mouthed those dead, silent words. Help them. And I did. I stopped caring about the nasty food we ate, I was glad we had any at all. I stopped worrying about the thin mattress I slept on. I had one, didn?t I? And I stopped complaining about the strange bugs that came through the window and the sand that settled in my boots. I started caring about the starving children the mothers held, I was horrified they could hardly afford food. I started worrying about the families who were forced to sleep on dirty cots, or on the ground itself. I started complaining about the lack of proper shelter for these people who woke up with sand in their hair every morning. This had a ripple affect. The teens who used to scream at me in anger now hugged me and spilt their tears and heartbreak on me. Everyone I talked to, everyone I looked at in sympathy knew I was there to help them. They knew that I was now a selfless person. That night after Rebecca appeared to me, the five of us returned to base only to discover that the armored car we would have been riding in was struck by a road side bomb. A third of the men perished and the rest lost numerous limbs. I could not figure out why I would just imagine Rebecca, but one thing I knew is that she saved my life, and saved my selfish mind, real or not. Three months after that day, the rest of the troop and I returned home. But it was only three weeks ago that I found the necklace in the pocket of my uniform. See, the necklace was a gold heart necklace, engraved with the initials R.M. Back in Baghdad I had thought this an extreme, bizarre coincidence. But here I was, holding the locket, when it just popped open. I was used to false lockets, thick hearts that didn?t actually open. But this one did. And one side of the heart, cursive words spelled out My Dad. And on the other side? A picture of you, Mr. McKay. And it was only two weeks ago, after a vigorous investigation, that I discovered Rebecca had been stabbed to death by her abusive boyfriend on November 19th, 2007. I am a man, and I am man enough to admit that I sobbed for over an hour when I heard this. What happened that day, Mr. McKay, was not an illusion of mine or a rare coincidence. It was Rebecca. Waking me up out of my mental state and saving my life. They say that Iraq changes you. And it changed me, changed me for the better. Because I see people now. And can I just say that Rebecca was the most selfless, kind-hearted person? I mean, who else would do so much good for me in their afterlife? The world will miss her. Sincerely, Sgt. Scott D. Halverson (more...)

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Do you have any personal experience of a cottage in Ambleside in the Lake District? Can you recommend somewhere? Thanks (more...)

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Hey, me and my husband are looking for an isolated picturesque self-catering cottage in Scotland to spend our honeymoon in. We preferably want traditional features such as an open fire in a rural setting with lots of wildlife. We are taking our dog so it must allow pets. Any suggestions would be appreciated. (more...)

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it wont let me paste the entire thing. thsi is just a draft. im 13 so its not that good. by the way., does anyway have any good name ideas? thsi is it. im sorry about the spelling its just a draft. theres some parts that doesnt make any sense cause i changed it a bit. heres the first chapter: Chapter 1. Broken I was so excited. My family and I were heading on our way to our new house in Scottsdale. We were travelling in our brand new sleek black Volvo. Every body seemed to stare as we easily passed them in our turbo motor. It was going to be amazing! My family lived in a run down little home, just the 3 of use. Then came my baby brother Liam. My parents decided that our house was too small to fit a 4-member family so we decided that it was time to leave. My parents had gotten married back when they were young. There were high school sweethearts. My mother was 18 and my father 19 when bought the house and had me. I was 15 and was sick of the little cottage, I had lived there for my entire life. Luckily, my mother became pregnant and had my 4-year-old brother. At first, it was easily. The 2 bedrooms suited us perfectly. Lots of room. There was never a line to the bathroom. My brother sleeped in his cot in my parent?s room. We were fine until he hit the age of three. Suddenly, there was a line to the bathroom and the two bedrooms didn?t have enough space for an extra bed, the cot now out grown. To make the deal even sweeter, my father got a promotion up in Scottsdale, so that sealed the deal. We were leaving. I loved that old house, but we desperately needed something more. I had seen a grainy picture of the house from my dad?s automatic camera. It wasn?t very clear, but you could see how graceful the old double storied house looked. It was old, but in mint condition, and cheap too. I was bouncing up in my seat, I could wait. The three hour drive seemed to drag. The road was slick and icy. My father took great care driving slowly, knowing that the road was extremely dangerous. We were almost there, then suddenly it was all a blur, a flash of blue appeared out of nowhere, losing control on the slick ice. I felt the painful blow of the truck colliding into the right side of our Volvo and the metallic screech of twisting mental. My hands flew up into the air, trying to grab onto something, but failing. Our car screeched to a stop. The jerking motion sent caused my neck buckle and hit the side window with amazing force. I heard glass shatter and a ripping feeling on the top of my head. I raised my hand to my head, where the searing pain was located, until I felt the painful glass digging into my hands. I ignored the pain and touched the top of my head I felt something warm and sticky oozing from a large gash. I heard a surprisingly loud sound, like a-bomb exploding. It hurt my ears. I lifted my mangled, bloody hand to my ears to shield them from the sound until I felt the comforting heat. I must be dead I decided. I shut my eyes to slip into the darkness. It was peaceful for a while. I heard my family calling me. I followed their voices with awe and wonder. The heat grew. It was starting to get uncomfortable. I was running quicker towards the voices. Death should be this uncomfortable. The heat grew, almost raising me up to the surface. I was slowly getting closer and closer to my families voices. I was almost there, then the heat became unbearable, almost painful. I came back up to the surface unwillingly. This was torture. Why couldn?t I slip away peacefully? I was drowsy, but I knew I had to get away from the heat. I glanced towards my window, now smashed in pieces surrounding me. An exit. Perfect. I tried to use my legs to push my self out through the broken glass. My hands dug and elbow dug into the shattered glass. I could feel warm blood trickling down my check from my head. I couldn?t feel my wound anymore it was just numb. Suddenly, pain ran up my left leg. I heard an ear-piercing scream. Then I realised it was me. The pain was unmentionable. I used my arms and right leg to somehow push my way through the broken glass and twisted metal. I felt the remaining glass cut into my stomach as I dragged my body across the window. My left leg followed limply across the metal and rubble. its currently 4,799 words. im on the secound chapter. i havnt really gotten far. but above just a little take from the story. i do like twilight, but TRUST me, i dont wanna be bella swan/cullen. no she just gets dazed and loses a lot of blood. later, she slips into unconsiouse. by the way, my name is BELLA thanks. umm. the website/viedo wont download on my laptop? thank you. im not sure if it would go very far seeing that a mind of a 13 year old doesnt go that far ;-) thanks ! THANK YOU HEAPS !! THANSK THANKS THANKS !! SORRY, IM UNABLE TO POST THE SECOUND HALF CAUSE ITS TOO LONG IF U WANT IT EMAIL ME AT UNREAL_CASSIE22@HOTMAIL.COM (NOT IN CAPS) THANKS AGAIN !! (more...)

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A. the feudal system was very clear in specifying people?s obligations to each other, but the manorial system was more complicated. B. the manorial system was based on cooperation between peasants and a manor lord, while the foundation of the feudal system was a duty for military service. C. the feudal system involved peasants, while the manorial system relied on the service of knights. D. the manorial system relied on voluntary participation from serfs, while the feudal system required certain work and obligation from serfs. 2. A mutual agreement between knights and lords was a part of the A. feudal system. B. partnership system. C. defense system. D. manorial system. 3. How did the feudal and manorial systems differ? A. The manorial system was primarily a political system, while the feudal system was an economic system. B. The feudal system was mainly a social and political system; the manorial system was an economic system. C. The manorial system focused mainly on the protection of land, while the feudal system?s primary function was to be self-sufficient. D. The goal of the feudal system was to provide food and services for all people living in a community, while the manorial system existed to serve the lord of the manor. 4. Obligation and military service were the foundations of the A. manorial system. B. fealty system. C. cottage system. D. feudal system. 5. Europe had become a feudal society, because A. the rarity of cash required land to be used as a payment for services. B. Europeans needed to defend themselves against constant raids and invasions. C. overpopulation required that a more efficient agricultural system be developed. D. skilled craftspeople had emerged as farming techniques improved. 6. Large estates where a large number of peasants lived and worked were a part of the A. feudal system. B. commune system. C. manorial system. D. harvest system. 7. What did manor lords strive to do on their large estates? A. They wanted to be autonomous, so that everything needed for people to live was provided for on the manor grounds. B. They fought with surrounding lords for new lands to expand their estates. C. They worked toward helping serfs advance in society by providing them with opportunities to learn new trades. D. They tried to encourage independence among peasants and serfs, supporting their desire to move to new locations. 8. What farming practice helped increase food production in the Middle Ages? A. The use of mechanical tillers B. The crop rotation system C. Irrigation D. The deep-soil planting system 9. The feudal system had which of the following effects? A. It centralized government. B. It diminished the power of kings. C. It increased the pope?s power. D. It freed most Europeans from work obligations. 10. What role did the manor house play in the manorial system? A. It served as a dining hall for all of the people working on the manor lands. B. It housed a large library, where everyone who lived on manor lands could study. C. It was the center for entertainment for everyone who worked on manor lands. D. It provided protection for everyone on manor lands in case of an attack. (more...)

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Hi I am looking for a romantic getaway for sometime in January for myself and my girlfriend, I was thinking of a nice self-catering cottage somewhere near us so we dont have to worry too much about long journey home. I live in Bath so any area which is 1 -2 hours away would be great, with nice scenary and local things of interest! I am on a slight budget as well as I have only just started work after University. Any recommendations would be greatly appreciated! Kind Regards Are there any Cottages that people would recommend? Thanks for all the help? (more...)

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Could someone please help me with this mock paper? i am revising for January exams. Any pointers would be great... Henrietta and Vicky are two neighbours who live in the hamlet of Great Meadow. Both are experiencing problems in respect of their land and decide to visit Mr Jury, the local solicitor, to seek his advice. The issues are as follows: Three weeks ago, Fred, who was the sole registered proprietor of Woodland Lodge, sold and transferred his property to Henrietta. Following completion of the sale, Henrietta discovered two other people in occupation of certain buildings on the land. Mr Jones, who was in occupation of a small cottage located behind the stables, claimed to have a monthly tenancy granted three years ago; and Mr Wood, the village carpenter, produced a deed which showed that he had a 21-year lease of an outbuilding in the grounds with 16 years remaining. Both parties claim that their agreements with Fred are binding on Henrietta and have refused to vacate their respective premises. Later, Henrietta encountered another neighbour, Mr Brown as he ambled across the overgrown field at the back of the stables. When Henrietta confronted Mr Brown, he informed her that Fred had granted him the right to use the field as a short cut to the village church over his land about 15 years ago, and that his wife and himself, being regular churchgoers, had exercised the right of way at least twice a week. Henrietta was furious as she had earmarked this part of the land to build a self-contained flat for her disabled sister, Rosa. Finally, Annabelle, Fred?s grandmother turned up at the property and claimed that she had financed half of the purchase price when Fred acquired Woodland Lodge 22 years ago. She explained that she had resided in the property with Fred and had been unaware of his plans to sell the property. At the time of the sale she had been in London looking after her sister who had recently been discharged from hospital. She now wishes to claim her share of the property. Advise Henrietta on the factors that will determine which, if any, of the above matters will be binding upon her. Please state how your answer would differ if the land, upon sale, had been unregistered (Only deal with Land Registration issues not easements or covenants) THANK YOU!! ps: UK law (more...)

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Im 17 and kinda new at the whole book writing thing so heres my story =] Prologue It was a dark, cold time in the land of Fallacre?once a bright beautiful land full of animals and humans alike; it was now evil and decaying. Long ago in Fallacre where the trees stood tall and grass and woodland grew wild the land blossomed but now the trees are cut leaving only stumps and ash from the burning of the grassland. The villages are rotting in famine with no money to feed families and poor soil to grow crops; one has only enough food to feed just them self and no one else. But it wasn?t always like this, once the land was gorgeous in color with enough food for everyone and protected by courageous masters known as Elementals. Chosen as babies, these masters lived normal lives until their 17th birthday when they are found by an element and given the power to control the element that chooses them. In the past, only 5 were chosen to protect the land of Fallacre, there are now none?except for the king. Back in the day of the Elementals there was a young but powerful Elemental named Theroth. Theroth was chosen to be the master of fire, he quickly learned to hone his skills and grow in strength. As time went on he grew more powerful and as he got stronger so did his need for more power, soon enough he tried seizing it all for himself and decided to cut down any Elemental that stood in his way. In a single, bloody battle he had believed he had killed them all and declared himself king over all of Fallacre. His armies rained terror on the land and neighboring realms and started taxing villagers and forcing them into his army eventually causing famine among them. Many tried to stop him by forming group called the Narzak, these people were a secret resistance of warriors formed to stop the rise of Theroth. Although they were defeated during The Great Uprising, some say they dwell in the mountains...waiting for the day they can strike back. Soon the word of a prophecy came to the evil king?s ears that disturbed him most defiantly. The prophecy said that one more child had been chosen to become an elemental and have the skill to train and control not only his element but ALL elements. This made Theroth furious with rage so he sent his assassins after the boy to find him and kill him before he could be given his element. This is the story of that boy. Chapter 1 Our tale begins one morning as a young boy ventures out hunting with his father on his 17th birthday. ?Father what?s the matter? Can?t you keep up?? chuckled the boy, ?Your getting to old father! Ha-ha? he shouted, panting slightly. ?I may be old Alakai and you may be faster but I have the wisdom!? his father shouted back. ?There is no wisdom needed to run father! I?ll get to the buck long before you!? shouted Alakai with a little laugh as he ran faster and faster jumping and dodging through the tall thick trees. ?What you don?t see is that your about to lose son!? said his father with a sort of no-it-all grin. ?And whys that!? yelled Alakai having just been confused. As it seemed to be not yet one second after Alakai had answered he hit something with a giant THUD! He awoke with the pain of a thousand drums in his head. Alakai was a strong kid, with fair skin and a slim face. He had coarse, straight, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. ?See boy, I told you that you were going to lose he-he? chuckled his father as stood there staring down at Alakai. ?It feels like I?ve been kicked by a horse, did u catch the buck?? asked Alakai, slowly getting up holding his throbbing head. ?No son, it seems that giant red lump on your forehead must have scared it away? laughed his father. ?Oh ha-ha father, you have jokes don?t you? said Alakai. ?Lets just get back home; mother will get worried if we don?t make it in time for breakfast?. ?Right you are son.? His father replied. So they headed out back towards their farm. On the way, Alakai noticed how the woods were getting smaller and smaller, there were hardly any fine dark brown oak trees anymore, in fact they were the only trees left in his village. The king?s men had chopped the rest and burned them because of failure to pay for land. After a while of walking Alakai had a sort of chill flow down his spine, like a slow but fierce burst of cold wind blew past them and on through the woods brushing the leaves of the giant trees as it went by. Alakai decided to ignore it as he felt it was just a cold front coming down from the hills. Soon enough they reached the opening of the woods where just beyond the sparkling duck ponds you could see their farm. Alakai was especially excited to get back seeing as he was starving for some food, and maybe also a present from his mother. As he and his father kept getting closer and closer to their cottage, Alakai noticed something strange? there was smoke pouring from the seals and cracks of the door and windows! In a burst of sp (more...)

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