The Crew from Bodge House have had a new set of papers served on them detailng them to be in court on th 18th July.

It looks like UK Coal are realy set on pulling down the old prospect farm and turning the site into an open cast mine, but they have not started yet due to the occupation of the Bodge house crew ūüôā

Well, another successful weekend away on the lovely site!

I arrived (as usual) on friday night, weighed down again with alcohol, food and climbing tat, ready for another action packed, fun filled, bailiff hating weekend.

Crossing the field, I didn’t see the usual crowd of hippies¬†gathered on the roof of the squat, in fact all seemed quiet…until I heard laughter coming from somewhere above me, and then a voice shouted “Pixi”.

Looking up, I spotted a happy face, smiling down from the newly built tree house! I couldn’t refuse the excited offer to go see inside, and I quickly dumped my baggage down on the floor and scarpered up the tree…(I might add at this point, that I was wearing a short punky skirt, and there was a male protestor below..promising not to look up…which he later admitted he did). lol

Inside was soooo cozy! She had really made a big effort, and it was really secure, and kinda reminded of a giant dome..due to the tarp ceiling!

She talked me through all the great points….opening roof, possibility of a sun terrace, and the toilet….(lets not talk about that…lol).

I had not been in a tree house since 1998 when I lived on Bass Rec in Derby, and it was amazing to be in one again…I didn’t want to get out, in fact, the brief thought of waiting for her to vacate her new pride and joy, then slapping a section 6 on it, and squatting it (for a laugh) entered my mind….but considering how much she’d hurt me…I changed my mind…lol

After the oooh’s and cooings over it, we descended down, leaving others in the tree next door to build their new home, and went onto site.

Suprisingly, it was quiet, as most of the protestors had gone¬†to Glastonbury to earn some money on the litter pick, and others had toddled off to various other protest sites for a day or two, but nonetheless it was awesome to be back “home”.

I was greeted again, with smiles, and as the weather was so mild, we decided to gather wood for a decent fire, and set about making a lovely pile in the fire pit.

It was only whilst picking up tinder from the floor that I noticed a dirty great mound of…well…… wood, dirt, metal etc (with a chimney).

Thinking that we may be housing the 7 dwarfs, I scanned the site. But on NOT seeing snow white dangling form a climbing harness, or having a fag in the communal, I dared to ask what this “thing” was.

I was told that the “thing”, was in fact, our top of the range site oven! And was also informed that a couple of protestors had nipped out for flour…(but they mysteriously NEVER came back).

There was talk of baked potatoes for dinner, but a tasty dish of pasta was served instead up (I wasnt hungry though).

Whilst admiring the oven, I met a lovely young protestor wandering around, who introduced herself, and we started chatting about her history, and she has to be the youngest person I’ve met…who has the most colourful past!!!

She’s an animal rights activst, some may say an extremist, but she has amazing morals, that I find a bit bizarre, but although she is facing possible jail time in her tender teens for her beliefs, (and for that, she has to be admired), she still had a big smile on her face, and was doing her bit in securing the rabbit warren in the squat…bless her.

After dinner, we all sat around the fire, that was happily blazing away, and chatted about site, and various other bizarre things. I cracked out the Vodka, donated by my lovely hubby, and the “booze wine”..(which is I believe, a mixture of wine and lots of different beers)– (donated by the protestors at the Nine Ladies site) was passed around with joy.

I normally hate spirits….. (the alcohol kind…I’m not predjudiced against our dead friends), but that I decided that night, to make an exception and get pissed.

BIG MISTAKE…..as I ended up, talking complete and uter slurred waffle for ages, before (I am told), wandering off the the back of the squat for a lie down. I kinda remember waking up to several protestors looking concerned, and I tried to tell them I was ok…but for some reason my tongue didn’t work, so I ¬†just thought “sod it”, and threw up!

Now, I’m not adverse to a bit of vomit every now and then, but maybe getting so damn innebriated, that I lie in a pool of my own sick, in the rain, with my dreadlocks in pools of mud…whilst giggling profusely, isn’t such a great idea.

In the end,it took a burly protestor, to decide enough was enough, and despite my protests of the fact I wasn’t ready to get off the floor, he virtually carried me to a tent and put me to bed…lol

The next day (or rather afternoon) when I got up, I was soooo ill. I had a hangover from hell, and slowly made my way to have a wee (hooray no nettles!!!!), and then went into¬†the communal for coffee and sympathy…of which there was little of.

The day was pretty much a blurry mess of hangover hell, and despite my sitting around and being useless, I could hear constant banging in my head…or was it the protestors inside the squat, busily building their rabbit warren?

One of the best parts¬†of the¬†day, had to be when we had an arrival of tyres, (for lock ons), delivered by a lovely Greenpeace man, who also gave me a carabiner for my harness…bless him!

The absoloute highlight (and I speak for all of us), was when our saviour arived donning a wheelbarrow FULL of food, and closely follwed by protestors carrying huge boxes of food, and alcohol and unmentionable goodies!!!!

We have the kindness of that lovely man, and also the fantastic staff at SB’s to thank. If you guys were here now…I’d kiss ya all!!

That evening, we had the most delish meal ever…comprising of lovely donated ingredients and fresh nettles from the garden, and instantly morale on site was boosted, and even I started to feel healthier!!!

After yet another night of singing, guitar playing and general merry making, it was time to sleep again…listening to the rain beating down in the tree houses…..

This morning brought more bloody rain, off and on constantly, so the things we needed to do were hindered, but we managed to make progress on the tripod.

I was told that apparently, the bailiffs had visited site earlier in the week, and had said that they had already decided how to remove the roof tripod….the buggers. Little do they know of the immense plans we have in store….lol

We had more visitors to site today, in the shape of our fave Greenpeace lady, who donned lovely goodies as always, and a smiling face, and our 2 fave Earth Firsters..cheeky chaps with cameras!! lol

Its always¬†nice to see them all on site, as they bring a great energy with them, and also give us a kick up the ass to do¬†things press related too…so thanks guys!!!!

Ahhh, I do have to say one last thing…..I was realayed a messge of sympathy, and offers of cream for my nettled nethers….but I’m happy to report that this Prickled Little Pixi is now nettle free and healing well!!!! But I appreciate the concern! lol

That pretty much sums up this weekend…not as exciting as last, although we did have the coppers again for a brief visit…more to let us know they are there I guess.

And this time I went home empty handed, no protestors….instead we dropped a couple of em off at the train station as they are bimbling off to T in the park…lucky beggers!!

And here I am now, back in society (and it sucks), when all I wanna do, if run off and play with my dirty hippy friends, but at least I’m still sat in my filthy site clothes, in protest of being forced back here.

If my husband thinks I’m having a shower he can think again….nostalgia is kicking in, and I’ve¬†only been a few hours off site….

                                            Pixi. x

As many of you may know, this morning we attended a court hearing in Derby.

There was four of us from site at the hearing, with two of us representing as defendants. The case went well, but due to unsigned defence documents, the case was adjourned (yay) for two weeks, which we were very happy about.

Although a longer adjournment would have been ideal, we will be putting these two weeks to good use, both on and off the Smalley site.

Thanks to all for the continued support, it is very much appreciated.

                                                                                                           Pixi. x


I am pleased to report that the dreadlocked Duvet turtle, that I had temporarily fostered from site, has been returned to the wild and is doing well.

He has been well fed and looked after and seemed in high spirits when I left him.

I will be returning to site this friday, so will keep you updated on any progress.

                                                                                                                             Pixi. x


Plans have been unveiled for a £150m office complex which developers say could create up to 4,000 jobs in Derby.

Derbyshire-based Norseman Investments wants to build the development opposite the Wastfield Centre on land between Siddals Road and Copeland Street.

A planning application for the 400,000 sq ft (37,161 sq m) complex will be submitted in late September.

If approved, work is expected to begin on the project in early summer 2009 and be completed in 2011. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/derbyshire/7469295.stm


  • Does this mean yet more delays for the long awaited bus stop that was meant to be built in 2007?
  • Are we going to be able to see Derby?

Derby is a beautiful small city, we like it like that, if we wanted to live in a big city we would be in f’in London. We also like the OLD architecture, if we wanted new, we will move.

We are tired of Derby City Council making these decisions without consultation from the people of Derby, its OUR city not your city

As I was packing my bag, ready for my big weekend away, I was finding I couldn’t find anything….

Most people frantically search for sun lotions, cameras, beach wear and travellers cheques, however..I was frantically searching for thermals, my sleeping bag and lots of tissues for my hay fever!

I was off to stay on the Lodge House Protest site, off Bell lane in Smalley, and I was really looking forward to it!

I got dropped off at the end of Bell lane, and headed down towards site, with my stupidly heavy bag (packed full of food and various goodies for the protestors), and was wondering where the hell the site was, when I heard a vehicle behind me, and a van stopped.

All initial thoughts of a protestor hating, axe wielding murderer vanished, when a smiley, dreadlocked girl offered me a lift to the site!!! Awesome!!

However, as we neared the site, we came across a path blocked by a gate, donning a huge chain and padlock, so we both left the van and visited the house next to it. The occupier approached us and despite our kindly requests to let us through, she refused, and her husband came to talk to us, and was very arrogant, and started waving a stick in our faces.

Suprisingly, my dreaded saviour kept her cool, and even sarcastically (yet politely) said thankyou as we left in a different direction to site.

As we got close to the cottage, we could hear very loud cheers, and I was informed that it was most likely to be the erection of a large tripod upon the cottage roof!

At the entrance to site, there were a small gathering of people chatting away, and a really friendly protestor introduced himself, offered to carry my bag and took me to site! (who said chivalry is dead!)!!

Once on the site,¬†I was suprised to see how much progress they had made, and how organised it all was. There was a storage room, and a kitchen /dining area outside, an occupied treehouse and no shortage of dreadlocked figues busily working away amid shouts of “hello” and general nice greetings!!

I was startled as I was wandering around outside, checking out the place, when I was told that a bundle of duvet (lying in the middle of the floor) was in fact a protestor! And on cue, a rather ill looking dreadlocked head popped out…like a turtle to say hi, before retreating again! lol

Needless to say, everyone was incredible friendly, and very welcoming.

There was alot of work to be done, like barracading the house ready for eviction, collecting firewood, and someone had the lovely job of digging the shitpit!

I was shown inside the cottage..(access only through the roof), and I have to say , it was exhilarating being up on the rafters with the wind blowing through my dreads! Getting down into the house itself however was a feat, as the house was derelict, with floors missing etc, so a rope system was used to climb up and down.

Inside, I cant go into too much detail (for the security of the protestors), but let’s just say that there is no danger of anyone gaining access easily!!!! They have turned an old family home into a fortress!!!!

As the darkness fell, the mood on the site was jovial, and the donated alcohol was brought out, a fire was lit, and the papers that had been served to site only that day…were almost ceremoniously burnt!!!

 We all had a fantsatic night, lots of singing (some impovised and rather rude songs) were shouted out, from the mouth of a rather drunken female donning a guitar, and the solstice was celebrated in style!

I had planned to sleep in the house with¬†most of the others, but after scrambling up the roof in the dark and lowering myself in the roof space to descend the ropes, I….got…stuck.

I had failed to be informed that there was a particular technique to this, and i found myself dangling from these bloody ropes, with the upper body strength of a carrot, wondering how long it will be before someone finds me there!!!

Luckily I managed to haul myself up onto the roof again, and (out of sheer embarrasment of having to go back and tell the others why I wasnt asleep), I decided to sit on the roof and watch the sun rising. Not the best advert for health and safety though, as i was so exhausted I nearly fell off, so decided it was time to head down to the ground (where 2 of the others wre STILL up) and make a joke of how much of a plum I was!

Apparently though, it was pretty tricky to navigate the ropes at first so they didn’t¬†take the piss too much!! lol

The next day was spent helping one of the others to relocate a fence, and place it across the entrance to site, making it harder for anyone to get in, and by the afternoon, they heavens opened and it totally threw it down with rain, totally soaking us!!

Luckily there was a lovely little fire pit in the kitchen area of the outbulding and we lit a fire, changed into some donated clothing from the public, and boiled a kettle for a well needed cuppa!

Saurday brought a barrage of visitors to the site, most of them bringing the BIGGEST shipment of food I’ve ever seen, and even blankets, climbing gear and tents! I love these people!!!!

That night, thanks to he amazing food, One of the protestors made a huge delicious meal for all of us, and it was probably one of the best meals I have had in ages!

 As I bedded down for the night, (not in the cottage for fear of a repeat performance), I fell asleep quickly, only to be woken by a noise outside. Quickly putting my headtorch on, and aiming it in the direction of the noise, my heart about leapt from my chest when all i saw in the yard was a yellow jacket with reflective strips!!!

Luckily for me, as my hand searched for the security whistle, the yellow jacket turned out to be a fellow protestor, (and not a copper), making his way to have a piss!!!!

The next morning I awoke to the most horrendous windstorm I had ever experienced, the noise was horrendous and the tree house tarp was flapping so loudly, it was almost deafening (how the hell the occupants stayed asleep was beyond me)!!

I decided to get up, and discovered that the hours of work that we had spent erecting the security fence the previous day, was alomst pointless, as the wind had ripped out most of the nails we had hammered in, and it was happily flapping in the wind!!!

we managed to somehow secure it again, this time using heavy duty nails, and lots of polyprop rope, but despite my arms feeling that they were going to drop off with exhaustion, we finally finished!!!

And to top it all, I found an old tattered rudolph teddy in a hedge, so I secured him to the fence too!!!

And all too soon, it was over for the weekend…back to civilisation for the week (as I’m a mum, and have responsibilities).

But I brought a souvenir back with me….in the shape of the duvet turtle…turns out he was very ill, and needed respite, so I took him home so I could look after him, til he was well enough to be released back into the wild…lol

So here I am, eagerly awaiting the coming weekend, so I can run for the trees once more……

                                                                       Pixi. x



Today there was a protest at Rolls Royce, which if you are not aware is a facility that makes nuclear engines for the submarine fleet, they have a small nuclear reactor on site for testing purposes


Thanks to all all who came you were a credit to the cause

We regard today’s protest as a success in many ways from both sides protesters and the police, who actually put the protesters playing music over the red line ordered by the secretary of state. Dorothy who’s bail conditions banned her from the area is over the moon.about it… and with luck hopes to be allowed next time along with her comrades, also banned over the concrete blocks last time.

Today your behaviour was first class music great a credit to all I did notice one or two coppers humming to the music and tapping their feet, getting groovy.

I enjoyed my chat with you .and other things. Hope to see you all next time, hopefully more support. but you did the cause proud Dorothy and friends thank you all. and no doubt many more people thanks Pete Ambler

Thanks to all all who came you were a credit to the cause