Please tell us which country and city you'd like to see the weather in.
Słupsk
Słupsk [swupsk] (also known by several alternative names) is a city in the Pomeranian Voivodeship, in the northern part of Poland. Before 1 January 1999, it was the capital of the separate Słupsk Voivodeship. It is also a part of the historic region of Pomerania.
The city is located in the northwestern part of present-day Poland, near the Baltic Sea on the Słupia River. It is the administrative seat of Słupsk County, although it is not part of that county (the city has county status in its own right). It has a population of 98,757 and occupies 43.15 square kilometres (16.66 sq mi), being one of the most densely populated cities in the country according to the Central Statistical Office. The neighbouring administrative districts (gminas) are Gmina Kobylnica and Gmina Słupsk. There is ongoing discussion regarding extension of the city boundaries to include some territory belonging to those two gminas.
Słupsk had its origins as a Slavic Pomeranian settlement on the Słupia river in early Middle Ages, which later became part of Piast Poland. In 1265 it was given city rights. By the 14th century, the town had become a centre of local administration and trade and a Hanseatic League associate. Between 1368 and 1478, it was the residence of the Dukes of Pomerania. In 1648, according to the peace treaty of Osnabrück, Słupsk became part of Brandenburg-Prussia. In 1815 it was incorporated into the newly formed Prussian Province of Pomerania. The city became part of the People's Republic of Poland in 1945.
Radio Stations - Słupsk
SEARCH FOR RADIOS
Podcasts:
-
by Slim Dusty
-
by Kasey Chambers
-
by 7 Mary 3
-
by Seven Mary Three
-
by Georgia Satellites
-
by George Canyon
-
by Colt Ford
-
by Paul Janz
-
by Janz Paul
-
by Medic Droid
-
by One Hit Wonder
-
by Boy Least Likely To
Saddle Boy
by: Slim DustyThrough the grey frosty dawn
Every cold winter's morn
Rode this lad full of life and joy,
Every day just the same,
Down the roadway he came,
He was known as their own saddle boy.
In his youth, free from strife
He was called from this life,
From the sorrows of life's highway.
He was needed above
At the homestead of love,
For the last final roundup some day.
Now the sad willows wave
O'er the cold silent grave,
Where the tall grasses bend and bow,
And the jackass's laugh,
Is the only epitah
O'er the grave of this brave saddle boy.
At the school house on the rise,
Teacher always watched the skies
For the storm clouds that rose like foam
You've a long way he said
So you better go ahead
Saddle up saddle boy ride for home.
He had ten miles to ride
Through the dark countryside
As the storm all around raged on
Just one creek left to cross
Struck by driftwood boy and horse
Swept away by the mad raging foam
And the lightning overhead
Showed the last sandy bed
Where the boy and the pony lay
And old boundary rider Troy
Was the one who found the boy
And who took the saddening message home next day.
Now the old people say
Of the long nights in May
When the wind through the valley roam,
Pounding hoof beats resound,
Through the tall timber land