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This is a story set in the huge slum clearance scheme in Nottingham
(The Meadows) in the 1970s. Three very unlikely squatters: John
Brown, a banker and Freddy Baldwin, a renowned musician, who both
had wife troubles, although very different from each other. Then
the most remarkable of them all: Annie, a child who had cared for
her father, during his terminal illness (cancer) and who was then
considered too young to be living alone in her own home. Afraid to
be evicted, possibly into care, she appealed to her own sister, who
had then turned her out, to face an unforgiving world, where rape
and motherhood awaited. It is a story of deceit, unrequited love
and, then, as the story evolves, just maybe a brighter future for
them all.
This is the remarkable and unlikely story of how a bakery came to
be built in a small Derbyshire village. Of the two orphaned
traumatized children living in no more that an improvised wind
brake (a cott.) on the edge of the great forest of Sherwood, and
the common lands that stretched for miles to the north and east,
who schemed, firstly just to provide enough food to survive. Many
didn't in the harsh economic climate, of the cruel, pre-Victorian
times in which they lived. Of childbirth, that could be a death
sentence, and medical advancement's that came gradually, and
through unlikely ways. It is the story of trickery and
superstition, bordering on witchcraft, and the remarkable
advancement through the industrial age. Of how illness, or injury,
blighted the lives of all, and success could be no more than the
ability to stay alive and healthy. Through it all, runs the theme
of the bakery, based on the people who lived, worked and died
there. It is also a history of the area and the age through which
they lived, from the days of the highwaymen, the coming of the
roads, canals, and railways, of the expansion of the church, and
it's often eccentric priests. And of how disease was largely
conquered by the event of clean water. And a population that was
dragged kicking and screaming into the modern age.
Alfreton of the late 1700s with its open sewers running down the
centre of Moot Hill King street, and with no real access to the
town apart from a few tracts through the woods or moors, was a real
frontier town. Its inhabitants morose and brutal, life expectancy
was short. Contrast this with the opulence of the lords of the
manor who lived in a mansion, behind some ornamental trees, unseen
and largely unknown by the locals. From this period a series of
pictures from both sides of the divide has filtered down to to the
present day. How could this be? In order to make some sense of this
the author has created this narrative.
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