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       must  have  been one of  the very first  modern bathrooms  in  rural  Dorset with a
       special oil-fired  boiler  designed  by  a Russian.  But  there  was  no  toilet, by  choice.
       You were directed to find a spot in the rhododendrons making sure one was out
       of sight from the windows.  There is an amusing anecdote that Lady Astor, our first
       lady M.P., when visiting Clouds Hill asked the obvious question; Lawrence got one
       of  his  Bovington friends  to simulate  the  desired  technique  on a suitable tree
       branch, to much amusement.

       Lawrence  trained  at  Oxford  as  a historian and  started  life in the east  as an
       assistant archaeologist.  This interest extended to Clouds Hill.  He was intrigued by
       the nearby site on Throop Heath known as ‘the Dead Woman’s Stone’.  He visited
       the stone in  the  company  of  Henrietta Knowles,  wife  of  Arthur.  The  stone has  a
       ‘sinking’ in the top which Lawrence postulated would have had a Christian cross
       inserted and that the memorial was to a lady charged by the church with heresy.
       The stone was removed during World War II to the Ward’s garage in Briantspuddle
       and is now sited at the Village cross roads.

       There is  little doubt  Lawrence  would  have thoroughly  investigated  the area
       making up our present parishes.  Also certainly he would have alarmed residents
       with  his noisy powerful Brough motorcycle.  George Croft  says his father
       remembers Lawrence   would  sometimes  motor down  across Throop Heath  to
       Turnerspuddle of a summer’s evening.
       Lawrence  retired  from  the  R.A.F.  and  push-biked  over  days to  Clouds  Hill  in
       February  1935  only to find  the  press plaguing the place.  With the  help of Pat
       Knowles, Arthur’s son, he escaped by his push-bike to London to request Editors to
       call off  the hounds.  So  it  was about a month  before  he could  settle to a quiet
       existence.  Even then people like Henry Williamson, the author, were pursuing him
       to attempt to use his political abilities for peace.

       On the  15 th  May  Lawrence,  having  got  the Brough  licenced  again,  motored  to
       Bovington Post Office to send  Williamson a telegram  invitation to visit next  day.
       On the way home he crashed, lapsing in to a coma almost immediately, dying at
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       Bovington Hospital on the 19  May.  Following a rushed inquest he was buried at
       Moreton in the  presence of  Winston
       Churchill and his wife, Lady Astor and
       other notables.
       What    might   Lawrence    have
       achieved   with  his  friends  and
       devotee    Winston   Churchill  is
       speculation.  Nevertheless one of the
       most remarkable men  did  share  our
       love of this patch of England.
                  Ivor Bryant, Bladen Valley.



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