Uncle Tom (Thomas Mitchel) was just 11 years old in 1852 when he wrote this poem about a walk from his home in Inge Street to Summer Lane, with a small parcel of locks.
Tom was not a poet and he asks to be excused if the verse doesn’t scan correctly.
This is the first part of three relating to the subject of Summer Lane, you’ll find the others in my tales.
Here’s more photographs of Snow Hill around the time of Tom’s walk across town, and during the next 100 years.
Click HERE to read Part Two of “A (Sleep) Walk Down Summer Lane”