Whiteadder: Heart of the Lammermuirs Festival

June 1, 2020Archaeology, Borders, Creative Art, East Lothian, Excavations, Medieval, Music, stories and ballads

Between 2-5th May 2020 we hosted a very successful online event to celebrate what would have been the 220th birthday of Dr George Henderson of Chirnside (1800-1860). The events were posted on the project’s Facebook page where you can still watch, read, listen and comment on them all! Over the next few days we will be adding some … Read More

A Medieval Sheepcote in the Bothwell Water Valley?

April 3, 2020Archaeology, Borders, Excavations, Medieval, News

During the first week of February, archaeologists and volunteers descended on the Bothwell Water Valley to undertake some targeted excavation of a previously unrecorded long building visible on the Whiteadder LiDAR survey.   The building measures approximately 50m long x 7.5m wide and consists of low turf covered banks of at least 1m wide with fairly straight sides and rounded … Read More

Project Outdoor Activities Paused

March 25, 2020News

Many of you will know that all outdoor activities as part of the Whiteadder project have paused as a result of social distancing and lockdown measures now implemented to try to slow the spread of COVID-19. We did excavate the possible cairn site on the shore of Whiteadder Reservoir with a much reduced team last … Read More


February 4, 2020East Lothian, Music, stories and ballads

A local band, Barnstorm have responded to the Whiteadder project with their piece ‘Our Scotland’. They originally started as a duet some years ago, has developed into the current line-up of:Carol Dubber: vocals / guitar / mandolin / songwriterChris Dubber: vocals / percussionAlan Bradd: vocals / guitar / banjoKenny Tait: Bass / keyboard They enjoy performing … Read More

The Rig Weeps

February 4, 2020Creative Art

The Rig Weeps, a poem by Kate Campbell: Dark larches reach the cloud and starsAbove a white-grass marsh; the moorWhere shepherds tended sheep and stillsAnd old stones still guard ancient loreWhere frosty trails wind up the rigAnd Mossy Burn half-frozen flows. The night is quiet. The wind is tired.In the still air the owl laments.The old … Read More