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Cheers yes I think I've found that one.
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I thought George Clooney uses them to build satellites to monitor war crimes?
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Cheers for this, will look into it.
I was actually going to stay in Redondo Beach but decided to do beach separately and having a few days in Carpinteria.
Which doesn't seem to have bike hire... but sure I can rent from Santa Barbara down the road from there.
Have done the beach path and stayed in Venice and Santa Monica on previous trips so trying to go more inland, e.g Griffiths Park, Pasadena.
Might still do beach path on beach cruiser with partner though, as it is pretty good. I do need to bear in mind that it's not a cycling holiday though!
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I got as far as 'Son, your Ergos are writing cheques your body can't cash", but then couldn't think of a Sidi shoe model I could use instead of 'body'.
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Thread dredge but anyone got an up-to-date recommendation for bike hire? Don't need anything fancy, just looking for something with gears so I can go up a few hills. Am staying in Echo Park.
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Your server is running PHP version 5.3.28 but WordPress 5.2 requires at least 5.6.20.
Well that doesn't sound good. Your DB is probably on a different virtual environment, so is reporting the PHP version there. Assuming you are using commercial hosting.
Can't you just use a host that provides WP as a service?
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Tormund opened a red-fringed eye.
Sky.
Had he passed out in the snow yet again, while relieving himself into the patches of snow which still fringed the great walls - those still standing after the Night King's final assault?
No.
That was not it.
Something else.
There'd been that drunken wager with Gendry.
Lord Gendry, he corrected himself. Lord Gendry of Storm's End. Lord Gendry of House Baratheon.
They'd shaken hands, Gendry's strong from years of forging iron into swords. And made even stronger from days of forging dragonglass into swords.
His blue eyes. But not the unearthly blue of the undead. These eyes were full of life. Life yet to be lived. Unlike so many of their fallen comrades, who'd died defending the living.
Some of them twice...
Tormund winced at the memory.
Something stirred at his side.
Someone?
Someone with scales...
A dragon.
Its giant unearthly blue eye glinted.
An undead dragon.
By the old gods and the new...
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Tormund awoke, head heavy with fermented goat's milk, a gentle breeze parting his great red beard.
He winced.
The last thing he remembered was Brienne and Jaime leaving hand in hand into the shadows from Winterfell's Great Hall. And then a flagon being thrust in his great hand. And then another...
Wait.
There was more.
The shared acknowledging nods with similarly lovelorn newly-legitimised expert swordsmith Gendry, the fire dancing in his eyes as he shared a rueful grin over another flagon.
The invitation to pull his chair closer...
Where was that breeze coming from?
And what was that smell?
Thanks for the advice! Will definitely visit Golden Saddle.
Cheers all!