David

I have just finished reading "The Gallows Pole" by Benjamin Myers. Set in The West Riding of Yorkshire, it is an historical novel that focuses upon  a group of men known as The Cragg Vale Coiners.

Round about 1760, these men became notorious for clipping coins and using the resulting metal to create new coins in ingenious moulds. They created so much  extra coinage that it affected the local economy around Halifax and The Calder Valley. By all accounts it was also used to make the lives of impoverished hill and valley dwellers more bearable.

The Coiners were led by a man called David Hartley whose grave can still be seen in the churchyard at Heptonstall - the same graveyard where the American writer Sylvia Plath is also buried. Hartley was hanged at York in April 1770. The landed gentry and the business community were not prepared to tolerate the continuation of his criminal activities so they decided to silence him forever.

Hartley was a tough, often ruthless man. He became known as King David Hartley. He knew little of the world beyond his valley and his lofty moorland home - Bell House. That was his kingdom. There are scenes of terrible but believable violence in the novel. They are not gratuitous. We are talking about rough men who are intent on secrecy and survival. They swear and they fight and they value loyalty as much as gold.

Throughout the novel there are italicised sections attributed to Kind David as he languishes in his hideous cell under Clifford's Tower in York. He is barely literate and his intermittent writing  is littered with errors in spelling and grammar. It feels authentic:-

All yool hear is the choken sound of a man hoos life itself was liyved like a pome Hoos every thort and ackshun was poetry And who rose to graytnuss and his final ritten and his lassed dyn breath Well that was poetry too. (page 348) 

"The Gallows Pole" might not be everyone's cup of tea but I loved it. It was earthy and simply real.  My attention was wrapt throughout. Of course for me it probably helped that it was set in Yorkshire just forty miles north of this keyboard. It is not an area I know well but I know it all the same.

Waterstones Books said this of Benjamin Myers's novel: "A dark, primal story of smuggling, suppression and retribution set in eighteenth-century Yorkshire, The Gallows Pole’s stygian murk borders on folk horror. A fictionalised retelling of the outlaw Cragg Vale Coiners and the brutality they trailed in their wake, it is a novel that bubbles with uncanny local myth and parochial terrors."
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Thanks to blog visitors Christina and Thelma for alerting me to "The Gallows Pole"  and to my friend Tony for lending me his copy.



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Learn

 At thirty-eight

The words worry

At thirteen

They flew 

And soared

The question is

Idealism ceased

When reality

Was too much

Not to address


Free me

From worry

So life

Can become 

A joy

It deserves


Thank you ancestors

The blood of 

Yellow and blue

Is my mantra


Be determined

Be so fierce

The world

Takes notice



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Questions

 What are you ordering?

What are you eating?

What are you reading?

Prayer requests?

A good thing from the weekend?



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Fuck Sad



I expected to feel somewhat low today
I’m not.
I don’t want to be.
The valiant muscari Armeniacum  which had been potted up on the front garden table could not look any more cheerful and after a winter of lying dormant the delicate Sea Pinks in the French Basket by the front door have just started to flower again after I rehydrated them back to normality.
After nights,
I’ve let my little bathroom man have the details of my bathroom choices and have opened the cottage windows wide as I play loud cheerful radio 2.
Fuck the incessant yappy Yorkshire terrier in the new build 
Bra straps pulled up with a massive hike
I’ve washed clothes, put all of the houseplants out into the spring sun and watered them with rainwater


Sourdough bread is in the oven 
I have just enough butter left to enjoy it 
Hey ho


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