There’s nothing like a spot of local history and I’m really enjoying making my way through this on-line book “The Changing Village.”

A small extract:

LINES ON DINNINGTON
(Excerpt)

by David Makinson September 3rd 1846

There is a village scene
Beneath the dome of heaven
‘Tis Dinnington I mean
That name this place had given

Here nature as she will
Scatters her gifts around
While verdure clothes each hill
And fields with flowers abound

The woods and plains are seen
Attractive to the eye
Arrayed in varied green
Contrasting with the sky

The rural sights appear
Abundant in the vale
And sounds salute the ear
Full rustic in the gale

Or o’er those fertile meads
Which stately trees adorn
And where the by-path leads
Through fields of golden corn

Such then the poet’s spell
To Dinnington hath given
Most hamlets to surpass
Beneath the dome of heaven