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Tag Archives: DH Lawrence
Happy birthday, Morten Harket (for tomorrow. Just getting in there early)
Here’s a poem for all you Virgos. I have lost a slipper found marbles a pick Lego blocks I mean gold Lego arms and legs and heads and a very nice chap from Bangkok He lets me stroke his engines … Continue reading
Lydia -for Lydia Lawrence #amwriting #strongwomen
Good golly miss Molly Did you marry a man with a miner’s lamp and No brolly? Didn’t you know that the marriage bed came sprinkled with Soot? Did he blind you With a title, then tempt you with a butty? … Continue reading
Posted in local history, poetry, secret history
Tagged DH Lawrence, Eastwood, Leonard Bast, Lydia Lawrence, Mining, Nottinghamshire, Victorians
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About Friends of Codnor Common
We set up our group to protect the land and stop the developer, who now has planning permission for 98 homes in Phase 1 and has started building. Residents have been fighting for over 30 years to protect this ancient … Continue reading
Posted in Derbyshire Ripley, local history, Uncategorized, WeWillRememberThem
Tagged brush, DH Lawrence, Eastwood, heritage, Literary Significance, local history, new homes history, Revolution Country, ridge and furrow, Ripley Neighbourhood Plan, Ripley Parish, social history, wetland, wildlife
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How on earth have I avoided the Ragged Trousered Philanthropists for so long?
As a student of English literature in the 1990s at the University of East Anglia, I thought I’d come across all the ‘classics’ I would ever want to or not want to read. But now I have come across the … Continue reading