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The Etiquette of Herb-Gathering

As a practicing Witch and small-scale herbalist, I often find that when I’m out and about I’m also absentmindedly on the lookout for any new, interesting or useful herb species that might help me in my practice. I even carry a small clean jam jar and a sharp penknife in my handbag at all times for if I spot a herb I just can’t resist and need to take a cutting of it for my collection back home. However, while I’m avidly seeking out roadside feverfew or happily snipping cuttings of a rare cultivar of lavender or sage, I’m always acutely aware of why I call the etiquette of herb-gathering.

These are a few simple rules by which I suggest all foraging Witches, alchemists and herbalists should abide that dictate the correct course of action for those who seek to collect herbs from places other than their own gardens. They are mostly fairly common-sense, but a few are ones that might be overlooked, but which can actually be of profound importance!

I will list the rules below, but bear in mind that it’s not like this is some onerous obligation that must be fulfilled, and nor is it some sort of “Witchcraft commandment” or infallible and unchanging list of sacred laws. These are a few things that I created for my own usage, and nobody else is under any obligation to use them. If you choose to do so, I’ll be thrilled; if you find a way to improve them, please do reblog this post with your corrections! 

The Etiquette of Herb-Gathering

  1. Remember that all plants are living things, and if you harvest them too severely, they will die. This seems obvious, but you’d be shocked how many people forget! This is especially important when what you’re harvesting is the plant’s leaves - always remember that leaves are how plants make their food, so leave enough of them to enable the plant to keep growing strongly.

  2. Never forget that you may not be the only one foraging. Make sure that, when you harvest a wild growth of a herb, there may be others in the area who would also like to harvest that plant. Take only a little from a lot of patches, rather than using only two or three patches, but taking almost all of what is available at each one. This will not only ensure that other foragers can use that patch too, but will mean that when the patch regrows, you’ll know where to go back to in order to find it again instead of needing to hunt down a new patch each time.

  3. When foraging on another’s land, ask their permission first! This seems so straightforward, but sadly people forget that plants growing in other people’s gardens (yes, even their front lawn) are that person’s private property! Taking cuttings or fruits from plants on that property without the owner’s permission is legally theft, and can be punished just like shoplifting or stealing a bike from a railing. It also means that the owner will know that their plant is looking smaller because it’s been harvested, rather than them thinking it’s died or been eaten by some wild herbivore.

  4. Always cut stems at a diagonal angle. Never snip a stem so that it forms a circular, blunted end, because this can allow rainwater to build up on the surface of the cut. This rainwater can trap fungal spores, and cause the plant to get a serious fungal infection that may damage or even kill that whole patch. Instead, cut the stems at a roughly 45° angle, so that water beads up and rolls off more easily. 

  5. When collecting flowers, remember that other people like to look at wildflowers. Never take ALL the flowers from any wild plant, both because it prevents that plant from reproducing as it naturally wants to do, and because it means others who walk past the plant don’t get to see it’s beautiful blooms! If you own the plant, that’s another matter - you may WANT to snip off all flowers to prevent it from bolting, like with parsley. However, with wildflowers, always leave at least half the flowers on the plant so that it can continue to reproduce as nature intended.

  6. Never pick a plant you can’t identify with total certainty. Yet another seemingly-obvious one that is nevertheless often ignored. This is often quoted for fungi, because some fungi can be quite poisonous, but if anything it’s even worse for plants. The medicinally fabulous plant known as yarrow, Achillea millefolia, is a very useful plant and a common component of herbal medicines. However, it looks almost identical to spotted water-hemlock, a species of plant so deadly that one bite can kill you in 20 minutes. Make completely certain that all plants you collect are positively identified, and that you flag all plants with commonly-confused poisonous cousins for further identification later if you’re not 100% sure.

  7. Never harvest flowers from plants around beehives. Bees are one of the most important families in the natural world, being responsible for the pollination of tens of thousands of species of flowering plants all over the world and on every forested continent. Whilst most species of bees are solitary, and don’t form the large hives we assume are common to all bees, those that DO form vast colonies need similarly vast numbers of flowers to support themselves. When you come across a beehive, especially a boxed hive that’s clearly domesticated by humans, try to avoid harvesting any flowers from within 500 metres (about a third of a mile) around the hive(s). The hive needs all the nectar and pollen it can get, and due to the rising threat of colony collapse disorder the life of every single hive is a precious thing that must be preserved at all costs. It might be inconvenient for you, but it’s worth it.

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These are just a few of the major rules that I personally suggest all foragers and herb-gatherers take to heart. Remember that you’re not the only Witch who needs their supplies! Thank you for reading :)

– Juniper

Blue Skies

A/N: Happy Birth @snogfairy! I know I missed it last year but look!! I made something! Fantasy and everything <3

Avian!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy tail

Words: 4506

Rating: T

Part: Oneshot (Angst) (Fluff)

Lucy loved flying.

She loved the feel of air whipping through her hair, of the strain on her back muscles as she rose herself high enough to find a current she could rest on, the crisp scent of pure oxygen that swirled above the clouds.

He favourite part of flying, however, had less to do with the act itself and more with the company.

“Bet I could reach that cloud that looks like an upside down cat first!” Natsu called, wings beating steady and strong as he held his position beside her. His wings were coloured like flames, yellows and oranges shimmering in the down of his feathers and close to the arch of bone that structured them, reds a rich jewel tone at the tips of his feathers with blacks and greys scattered along the outer layers like hidden shadows in the forest they played in.

“And what do I get if I win?” Lucy asked, grinning at her best friend’s challenge. While Natsu may be fast, Lucy was faster, not weighed down by a seven-foot wingspan and coiled muscles. Lucy’s wings were much more modest in length, only six feet across, but she knew they were beautiful in a way that was unmatched in her hometown. They were pure white with a soft golden undertone from the down feathers, silver tips of her outer feathers reflecting light and creating a glow that surrounded her like a halo in the moonlight.

Or at least that’s what Natsu had told her that one night they had stolen a bottle of strawberry mead from the guild kitchen and had picnicked along the edge of the lake under the light of the stars.

“I’ll fix all damaged boards and doors in your roost, but when I win you hafta cook for me for a week!” Natsu crowed, circling Lucy in an effort to expel his growing restless energy.

“My roost is damaged because you keep crash landing in it,” Lucy pointed out sourly, following Natsu’s movements as she kept her face towards him as she talked. “I mean I leave the window open every night, how you keep overestimating your landing is beyond me.”

“So you do leave it open for me,” Natsu leered, rising slightly so he could look down at Lucy. She felt heat crawl along her neck and she pouted at being caught. Stupid boy.

“Go!” Lucy shouted instead, allowing herself to drop slightly into the current below them and get a quick boost as she shot towards the cloud Natsu had pointed at.

“Cheater!” Natsu howled, following quickly on her heels. Lucy kept her arms close to her sides, laughing as Natsu cursed her loudly, voice barely carrying through the air rushing past them, words lost to the wind. Time blurred as they raced, Lucy’s heart pounding and sweat starting to bead on her temples and hairline, whipped away before she could fully register their creation. Lucy saw Natsu start to crawl into her peripheral, his eyes glinting with competitive joy and challenge. She swore under her breath, pushing herself to beat harder and cut through the air before her, weaving through different air currents and timing her beats of her wings for the most energy gained, every decision made in a millisecond through reflex alone.

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Blue Skies (pt 2)

A/N; PSYCHE

y’all thought I’d leave you with that angst?? psssh, no way! Have some fluff to soothe over those broken hearts, and I hope this makes up @snogfairy <3 so do I get to keep hearting lol?

Second ending begins after the break, or ctrl-f ‘I love you’.

Natsu asks Lucy on a picnic and emotions are revealed. Two endings. Avian AU. 

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy tail

Words: 4864

Rating: T

Part: Oneshot (Angst) (Fluff)

Lucy loved flying.

She loved the feel of air whipping through her hair, of the strain on her back muscles as she rose herself high enough to find a current she could rest on, the crisp scent of pure oxygen that swirled above the clouds.

He favourite part of flying, however, had less to do with the act itself and more with the company.

“Bet I could reach that cloud that looks like an upside down cat first!” Natsu called, wings beating steady and strong as he held his position beside her. His wings were coloured like flames, yellows and oranges shimmering in the down of his feathers and close to the arch of bone that structured them, reds a rich jewel tone at the tips of his feathers with blacks and greys scattered along the outer layers like hidden shadows in the forest they played in.

“And what do I get if I win?” Lucy asked, grinning at her best friend’s challenge. While Natsu may be fast, Lucy was faster, not weighed down by a seven-foot wingspan and coiled muscles. Lucy’s wings were much more modest in length, only six feet across, but she knew they were beautiful in a way that was unmatched in her hometown. They were pure white with a soft golden undertone from the down feathers, silver tips of her outer feathers reflecting light and creating a glow that surrounded her like a halo in the moonlight.

Or at least that’s what Natsu had told her that one night they had stolen a bottle of strawberry mead from the guild kitchen and had picnicked along the edge of the lake under the light of the stars.

“I’ll fix all damaged boards and doors in your roost, but when I win you hafta cook for me for a week!” Natsu crowed, circling Lucy in an effort to expel his growing restless energy.

“My roost is damaged because you keep crash landing in it,” Lucy pointed out sourly, following Natsu’s movements as she kept her face towards him as she talked. “I mean I leave the window open every night, how you keep overestimating your landing is beyond me.”

“So you do leave it open for me,” Natsu leered, rising slightly so he could look down at Lucy. She felt heat crawl along her neck and she pouted at being caught. Stupid boy.

“Go!” Lucy shouted instead, allowing herself to drop slightly into the current below them and get a quick boost as she shot towards the cloud Natsu had pointed at.

“Cheater!” Natsu howled, following quickly on her heels. Lucy kept her arms close to her sides, laughing as Natsu cursed her loudly, voice barely carrying through the air rushing past them, words lost to the wind. Time blurred as they raced, Lucy’s heart pounding and sweat starting to bead on her temples and hairline, whipped away before she could fully register their creation. Lucy saw Natsu start to crawl into her peripheral, his eyes glinting with competitive joy and challenge. She swore under her breath, pushing herself to beat harder and cut through the air before her, weaving through different air currents and timing her beats of her wings for the most energy gained, every decision made in a millisecond through reflex alone.

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i280 Diadem Weapons PSA from Yoshi-P

Yoshi-P, director and producer of FFXIV;
Matt, FFXIV assistant community director;
Aimi, FFXIV live panel translator.

I just wanted to mention, so… it’s been only about three days since the patch content was released, and I see some of you freaking out, but you all need to calm down a little bit. (audience laughter, audience member whoops)

It’s not something you can obtain so easily.

  1. (he holds up one thumb) So you’d have to go to the Diadem, of course, and then you’d have to start an exploration mission…
  2. (he holds up thumb and forefinger, two) And then emergency mission triggers…
  3. (he holds up three fingers) And then you have to participate in it… and then clear the raid…
  4. (he holds up four fingers, Aimi points finger at desk) And then be lucky enough to be the one that’s chosen for that item drop…
  5. and even if that item drops, you’re not sure if that’s going to be for the appropriate job… (audience laughter)
  6. plus it has random parameters! (Aimi mimes multiple lines of text. Yoshi-P and Aimi share look of ‘what can you do’)

So if you can imagine, you go to the casinos in Las Vegas… (audience laughter) And as you’re walking to the casinos, you just so happen to notice a quarter on the ground. And then you take that quarter and put it into the slot machine. And pull the jackpot! That’s how rare it is! (audience laughter, Matt nodding)

But yeah, I just wanted to say… just take your time and enjoy the content. It’s something you can be very ambitious on, and it’s where your dream content is going to be in, so…

But it seems that rare occasion… (Aimi peers out into audience, smiling) did happen to certain lucky fellows out there! But I still believe that the anima weapons at level 275, and you can set your parameters and make it your weapon, are the strongest ones available. But there may be some players out there who want to have this emergency mission trigger, and they go in and try to get as many FATEs to happen, but I think… it’s pointless to try and just focus in on that; you might as well enjoy the content that is available, move on to the next, and then you might happen to run into an emergency mission, so just take your time and please enjoy the content.

(he makes hushing motions with one hand; Aimi mirrors with both) And once again, y'all need to calm down! (audience laughter, applause)

- FFXIV @ PAX East 2017 - Yoshida Q&A

Full transcript soon, check my #kilieit transcribes tag!

Hiraeth | Pt.5

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 |

Words: 9,513.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

A/N: This chapter includes a lot of explaining but questions need answers. Also, sorry for the cliffhanger (again).

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jedirebelgirl  asked:

I heard about the prompts for Dan's birthday, so how about either of these choices? 1. All of the Grumps give him a special present each from their own heart 2. Some great Egobang (because why not?)

I pretty much did both! Gotta drop Egobang in there because I’m 100% certified egobang trash!

Brian -

Dan looks at the rectangle package Brian has handed him. It’s wrapped in plain blue paper, and scribbled in the top left corner are the words “Happy birthday, dick.” He knows immediately that it’s a book, and if it’s a professionally bound copy of The Beej, Dan might actually go to jail for second degree murder.

“Of course you got me a book,” Dan says dryly.

“Open it, you idiot,” Brian tells him, and Dan sighs dramatically, if only to annoy Brian a little bit more.

His sass evaporates immediately upon tearing off the wrapping paper, however. Tears immediately well up in his eyes and he has to set the book down next to him on the couch because of how bad his hands are shaking.

It’s a signed, first edition copy of “The Last Unicorn.”  

Brian grunts from the impact of Dan practically tackling him and hugging him tight. “Happy birthday, Danny,” Brian says, petting Dan’s hair.

“Thank you.”

-

Later on in the day, when he sees Audrey, she excitedly gives him a stegosaurus plushie and wetly kisses his cheek before running away, cackling.

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Check Please Meetup at 221B Con

When: 1:00 pm on Saturday, directly following the Check Please panel

Where: In the Three Patch Podcast suite, room 432

What: Hang out with your fellow fans, drink Bitty-inspired coffee drinks, talk hockey, baking, and figure skating, and squee about your favorite ships. We’ll be giving away some great door prizes too!

Please reblog to spread the word!

(Hosted by @emmagrant01 and @threepatchpodcast)

Parrot of the Week #3

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Budgerigar

Scientific Name: Melopsittacus undulatus

Classification: Kingdom: Animalia > Phylum: Chordata > Class: Aves > Order: Psittaciformes > Family: Psittacidae > Subfamily: _Loriinae _ > Tribe: _Melopsittacini _> Genus: _Melopsittacus _> Species: undulatus

Conservation Status: Least Concern

Other Common Names: common pet parakeet, shell parakeet, budgie, warbling grass parakeet, canary parrot, zebra parrot, flight bird, scallop parrot

Average Length (wild): 18 cm (6 - 7 in)

**Average Weight (wild) **: 28 – 40 g

Average Lifespan in Captivity: 5 – 15 years; the English budgie has half the lifespan of the American budgie because they are often inbred. With good care and proper diet, budgies in captivity can reach their 20s.

Average Lifespan in Wild: 3 – 5 years

Native Range: Most of Australia, rare in the eastern coastal region and the extreme south west; they are nomadic, constantly on the search for water

Natural Habitat: Open habitats, such as scrublands, open woodlands, and grasslands, always near water sources

Flock Size: varies from a few hundred to few thousands; I can’t find the source, but I remember reading that the largest flock ever recorded was around 24,000.

Call: Quiet warbling to sharp chattering and a quiet screech

Breeding: Between June and September in northern Australia and between August and January in the south. They are opportunistic breeders and will start to breed when the rainy season starts, which is when grass seeds become most abundant.

Nesting: They nest in holes in trees, fence posts, or logs laying on the ground. They have 4 – 6 eggs, which are incubated for 18 – 21 days. The female’s cere, usually a light tan, will turn crusty brown during breeding and nesting season. She lays her eggs on alternate days, with a gap of two days between each. The females hardly leave their nests during incubation. She will not let the male inside of the nest.

Wild Diet: ground feeders; Spinifex seeds, grass seeds, ripening wheat, crop plants

Sexually Dimorphic: Yes, males have blue ceres, while females have brown ones

Description (wild): Their bodies are a light green. Their faces and wings are yellow with black, scalloped markings on the nape, back, and wings. They have blue cheek patches and three black spots across each side of their throats. Their tails are blue and the outside tail feathers have yellow flashes.

Budgies in the wild are smaller than their captive counterparts.

(Above: The bird on the left is an English Budgie. As you can see, they are much larger than their American and wild counterparts)

Color Mutations: Many, with over 32 primary color mutations, hundreds of secondary color mutations, and a vast amount of patterns and feather mutations. Common ones include crested, albino, clear winged, opaline, gray winged, violet and spangled. The most common varieties in stores are blue, yellow, and green.

Noise Level: Quiet

Talking Ability: Excellent. They have clear voices, but have very small voices that some describe to sound like a sped-up recording. The males are more likely to talk than the females. The budgie Puck, who died in 1994, holds the world record for the larges vocabulary of any bird, at 1728 words!

Personality: They are easily hand tamed and become loyal, loving friends quickly. They are social, active, and curious, though a bit timid at times. Some people think their Budgies housed together remain friendly with humans if continually socialized.

Behavioral Concerns: They are highly social, and can become very depressed if not given adequate social interaction.

Health Concerns: They are very small, and are susceptible to accidents such as being crushed. Unfortunately, due to their size, inexpensiveness, and availability they are seen as “throw away” pets. Because of this they are often mistreated either intentionally, due to neglect, or due to ignorance of proper care. It is always important to do lots of research before getting any pet. They are also prone to obesity, fatty tumors, liver disease, foot disorders (bumblefoot), scaly face and scaly legs, Polyomavirus, Psittacosis, French Mold, Feather Plucking, Goiter, and intestinal parasites, all which require veterinary care. Yearly checkups are recommended for all pet birds, including the budgie. Obesity, fatty tumors, and liver disease are often due to all seed diets. Remember to give your budgies fresh fruit and veggies every day, and offer them pelleted diets as well.

Aviculture: Commonly available as pets and popular as companion parrots. There is the American Budgie and the English Budgie, that later of which is twice as large as wild budgies.

History in Captivity: They were first recorded in 1805, but were not bred in captivity until the 1850s. The naturalist John Gould and his brother-in-law, Charles Coxen, brought the budgie to Europe in 1838. Australia banned the exportation of budgies in 1894. In the 1920s, the budgie came to America, and became popular in the 1950s.

Fun Facts:

  • They are the third most popular pet in the world, behind the dog and cat, but is the second most popular bird in the U.S., behind the cockatiel.
  • The throat spots reflect UV light and can be used to distinguish individual birds. So, in the eyes of your birds, they aren’t black!
  • The budgie’s Latin name means “song bird with wavy lines”

Am I the only one who doesn’t get hyped for new champions anymore? It began since Jhin was released, I thought of him: “He’s a mix of Sivir, Caitlyn, Jinx and Corki. Nothing original.” What about Xayah and Rakan? PFFT. Another OP AF champion that will be nerfed significantly two or three patches later. I can see myself checking the patch and seeing them being nerfed. OH FUCKING WELL.

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In Crimson And Noir  | Chapter One (An Adlock Fanfiction)

(A/N: I haven’t written chaptered fics in a while so this is getting me nervous. Some of these will have callbacks or references to one-shots and personal headcanons that I have about Adlock, so if you’ve been reading my works for a while, then you might catch them. Enjoy! <3 )

Normalcy. 

Sherlock never really imagined he would dream of such, but even after months of what happened in Sherrinford, he still finds himself waking up in the middle of the night, breathless in memory of that vivid day.

Baker Street was eerie with silence, the ticking of the clock in pace with the sound of his own heart. He was slick with sweat from the crimson trails crossing his vision, and the contrast of the room’s darkness was making things worst. It was like he was in a constant state of unrest, body exhausted even if he was fresh from a deep slumber.

There was a certain dread that was at the pit of his stomach, of yearning and despair wrapped into this abyss of emotion that he couldn’t put his finger on, and in the cold and desperate night, one face flashed in his mind.

Irene Adler’s.

Knowing that his sister left her out of their game was his source of light every time he wakes from his nightmares, an unadmitted relief washing through his entire body. She was going through enough as it is, and to be dragged into another conundrum as orchestrated by his own kin would feel too much even for him.

Besides, he couldn’t stand the idea of losing her because of his own recklessness. With his mind fleeting to Mary, he ran his fingers over his damp hair in exasperation. He’s had enough with grief.

And he hasn’t talked to The Woman yet about that night when he seeked for her company, that fateful night when the world came crashing down along with Mary Watson. It was a moment of weakness that he had shared with her, a devastating loss and the feeling of sickening isolation that drove him to the one person whose death, or more like fake death, also punctured him to the core.

His mind reeled, looking at the time on his phone flashing just a few minutes past two in the morning, and he wondered if she was also as restless as he was. Still, with his fingers trying hard to not unlock his phone and dial her number, he sighed and went to search his bedside drawer instead, letting out as sigh as he patted three nicotine patches onto his skin.

Why can’t the sun seep through the windows fast enough?

***

“Sherlock… Still having nightmares?” John asked as he sipped his coffee.

There was no use in denying, for the doctor had also confessed he had his fair share of bad dreams. Sherlock sighed and nodded at the same time.

“You know… Talking to someone helps. A bit.” his friend offered, unconvincingly.

“I’m talking to you. And we have our cases. That’s all I need.” he replied, biting back the rather nasty retort he had in his head. He’s learned to practice control and a little bit of sympathy after…well… after the humbling experience with Eurus.

John simply shrugged and went back to scrolling through his laptop, And yet despite his friend’s attempt to show interest in the news headlines, Sherlock could easily read through his glassy expression.

“Ho– How about you, John? The new therapist helping you well?” he tried to inject more curiosity in his tone, despite his mind whispering what he already knew.

John gave a soft laugh. “Last I checked, she’s not related to you so… I guess that’s good.”

Sherlock smiled back at the joke, trying to cover up the idea that it pained him to see so clearly how John was always at the brink of breaking down, eyes still focusing on one spot of the room and then the other. And he knew exactly why: the doctor continues to see his wife. And no therapist, or any other person, could amount to taking away that kind of burden and pain – Sherlock believes that it is one of the few things about emotions that he had come to understand.

The very reason why he regretted being a little too welcoming towards their new client.

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Read the rest of the chapter at FF.net or Ao3.

today aedan came into starbucks with me for an order to go. this starbucks is in a hotel with a gym and spa sorta dealio. we walk in and immediately the guy at reception slowly walks out from behind the desk but doesn’t say anything, just slowly follows us. we walk up to the starbucks counter, at least 15 to 20 meters into the building, and he comes up in front of us and turns to my mother and asks if aedan is a “helper”.
#1 why not talk to me? i have the dog. i’m going to assume he thought i was incapable of speaking for myself like so many able bodied people do to people with disabilities
#2 someone else earlier in the day asked if aedan was a helper too….i’ve never heard this phrase before wtf

on another note, a man who was waiting for his coffee ignored the LARGE STOP NO TALK NO TOUCH NO EYE CONTACT sign and came over and offered aedan his hand to sniff, which aedan quickly turned his head away from. i was sorta surprised but very proud, he got a bunch of treats for that

4

It is an unusual school in an unusual location and is run by an unusual teacher.

Rajesh Kumar is a shopkeeper by profession but spends hours every morning teaching around 80 children from the poorest of the poor in India’s capital.

The 43-year-old visited the construction of the Delhi transit station a few years ago and was disturbed by the sight of  many children playing at the site instead of attending school.

When he questioned the parents working at the sites they all said there were no schools in the vicinity and no one cared.

Consequently, his open-air class room was born - between pillars and beneath the tracks of the Delhi transit system, known as the Metro.

Every few minutes a train passes above, the children unperturbed by its sounds.

There are no chairs or tables and the children sit on rolls of polystyrene foam placed on the rubble.

Three rectangular patches of wall are painted black and used as a blackboard.

Anonymous donors have contributed cardigans, books, shoes and stationery for the children, as their parents cannot afford them.

One unnamed individual sends a bag full of biscuits and fruit juice for the pupils every day - another incentive for the children to turn up for their studies.