Tag Archives: East London
Three Colts Lane
Once on the road it picked up pace, free-wheeled, then moved up through the gears, and wouldn’t give to shoulder-charges, kicks; resisted force until to tangle with it would have been to test bone against engine or machine, to be … Continue reading
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Lefevre Park
And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed; And now again the people Call it but a weed. From Alfred Lord Tennyson’s The Flower (1864)
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On Brick Lane
I returned to the streets my grandparents had willingly left to find the last of the elderly Jewish East Enders and to hear their stories. I spent my days talking with people in shops and old people’s homes and walking … Continue reading
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