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		<title>Windermere&#8230; The Water Wasteland</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Lake Windermere... land of Beatrix Potter, Wordsworth... and now the land of 'Vacancies' signs in every window... the land of closing boatyards... suffering businesses and restaurants. Is this what the Water Authority and the Lake Park Authority wanted when they imposed the incredibly ill-thought speed limits on the the Lake? No, I don't suppose for a minute that it is. I don't suppose that they gave it a seconds thought.

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		<link>http://billallerton.co.uk/blog/?p=24</link>
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		<title>When he went off to Poland!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Forget Shelley's Frankenstein and his poor monster. This is what he would have made had he been a man of more pure vision. Even their ailments,  we encountered one or two, and remember, these are 56 year old engines, seemed to be human... sticking valves... misaligned joints... the very same arterioscleroses and arthritic complications we ourselves encounter. There is no doubt left in my mind as to the epithet given of ...live steam.
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		<title>When he went off to France</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When he went off to France
By Bill Allerton
The mornings were the best, my pet,
They fell like playing cards
Of different suits, but all the same
In shape and size, and we didn&#8217;t notice
How they stole away
The march of time 
Yet tied us to our roots
He liked to walk to work you see,
He didn&#8217;t care if it was rain [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://billallerton.co.uk/blog/?p=8</link>
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		<title>Talkin&#8217; to Noah</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Talkin&#8217; to Noah 
By Bill Allerton
Tryin&#8217; hard not to open me Butterkist,
I peeked out through t&#8217; slit of me dad&#8217;s poachers pocket,
and listened&#8230;&#8230;.
“ Evenin’ Charlie.&#8221;
“ Aye, Ted.&#8221;
“ Rain again. &#8221;
“ Aye. &#8221;
“ An&#8217; all last week.&#8221;
“ Aye. &#8221;
“ And t&#8217; next, I suppose.&#8221;
 
From under the coat my dad’s voice rumbled
like thunder in his stomach
it were like [...]]]></description>
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