Breathing Space

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Throughout 2021/2022, DAST aim to raise £5,000 in order to adopt an acre of woodland. This will both commemorate and raise awareness of those in the East Midlands whose lives have been marred by asbestos exposure and disease.

Photo by Alfred Sherman

If you would like to make a donation to our Breathing Space campaign, then you can use the following methods:

Please enclose a note with any donation, specifying that it is to be used towards the Breathing Space campaign.

Anyone who donates £100 or more can send a short message – perhaps saying why they support the campaign, or the name of a person who the donation is in memory of. This message will be displayed on this webpage (below) and in a commemorative booklet, which we shall have printed when the target has been reached and the adoption takes place. Please attach this to your donation.

Messages of Support


In memory of Dave Holt, dearly loved Husband, Dad and Grandad. Never be forgotten.

In loving memory of Anthony Belfield.

On behalf of my lovely husband Keith Elliott who died on the 12th January 2021.

In memory of David Liddington, who died of Mesothelioma on 28th November 2017.

In memory of my lovely husband of 46 years, John Jackson – love you forever, the love of my life.


The Breathing Space Keyring:

All proceeds from sales of this keyring will go towards the Breathing Space project. The cost, including postage is:

1 x keyring £3.99

3 x keyrings £10.00

5 x keyrings £15.00

To order, please send a cheque payable to DAST to 34 Glumangate, Chesterfield, Derbyshire, S40 1TX.

For further information about any aspect of the Breathing Space campaign, email sarah.walters@asbestossupport.co.uk 

A Beech Tree

Shorn of leaves and with boughs exposed to the colder air

Trembling with the cold, as much as bouts of despair

That some strong winter gales will lay me low

To leave me shattered on the forest floor below

But no, survived I have, though others lay slain

And with that thought begin to feel myself again

With the warmer days my life blood begins to flow

Reaching the dormant buds that now begin to grow

Now open, small leaves appear then expand

Followed by flowers and nuts hand in hand

Tall and fully clothed I present a lovely sight

Filtering the forest glade with dappled light

Content am I enjoying the warmth and brighter days

And playing host to creatures in many ways

I sense a change, my rising sap has come to a stop

Its time to let my ripened nuts and leaves drop

Though bare, sleep I must and endure the pain

And dream of longer, warmer days again.

Alfred Sherman