Coordinates: 52°51′14″N 1°41′10″W / 52.854°N 1.686°W / 52.854; -1.686
Tutbury is a large village and civil parish of about 3,076 residents in the English county of Staffordshire.
It is surrounded by the agricultural countryside of both Staffordshire and Derbyshire. The site has been inhabited for over 3,000 years, with Iron Age defensive ditches encircling the main defensive hill, upon which now stand ruins of a Norman castle. These ditches can be seen most clearly at the Park pale and at the top of the steep hills behind Park Lane.
The name Tutbury probably derives from a Scandinavian settler and subsequent chief of the hill-fort, Totta, bury being a corruption of burh the Anglo-Saxon name for 'fortified place'. It is 5 miles north of Burton upon Trent and 20 miles south of the Peak District.
Quarries near Tutbury once produced alabaster which was used in the carving of Nottingham Alabaster.
Until 2006, Tutbury Crystal, a manufacturer of high-quality cut glass products, was based in the village. However production was transferred to Stoke-on-Trent as the existing factory was very old and was thought to be too small for the modern company's requirements. The old factory was demolished and flats are built on the site, but a factory shop still operates in the village. Despite this, the tourism trade survives thanks to the long and distinguished history of the Norman Priory Church and medieval Tutbury Castle where Mary, Queen of Scots, was once imprisoned.
Outside the window, a great big world of gray and green
and other hues... and I can't choose
And ropes and chains, I must believe they hold me in
And I can't breath and I can't move
Outside the window, imagined misery, reality,
conformity
And if I try to face it I'd probably fall
I'd probably crawl right back inside of me
Take me to the Island Sea
There's a world outside my window pane
But I can't face the thought of rain
So let me keep it inside of me
Inside my window, I imagine I'm a man
And I am free and I am cool and I'm not me
And the needle doesn't hurt, it doesn't kill
It doesn't steal, it doesn't feel and I don't bleed
Inside my window, the desert lands and desert sands
That fall between my desert hands
Can turn to grass and waterfalls and open rooms
And summer blooms and anything
Take me to the Island Sea
There's a world outside my window pane
But I can't face the thought of rain
I'll try again some other day
But right now let me fall away