The scene of this poem is a little spinney near the wooden bridge in Love Lane, Cambridge.

The Salvation Army are located on the corner of the High Street and Love Lane.

He identified Love Lane, a narrow street of broken-down shops and houses that meandered back into the town from the jetty.

He locked the car and sauntered back and into Love Lane.

Folks have fun here and Love Lane's a pretty street.

Then you can fill Love Lane with tanks and guns.

Love Lane (what a place for a cop shop!) wasn't actually the nearest nick to where we were, but I didn't think about that.

Except for different names on stores and awnings, Love Lane in Mattituck, for example, has not changed much from its 1911 character.

The toddler was abducted from and smothered in a pool of water near Love Lane.