These stories take us back in time for a sense of the sights, souls and sounds which enlivened the landscapes in and around the Whiteadder River in centuries past.
Writer Arthur Granville Bradley recalls his host at a former local inn going off on a fishing trip on the day after a storm.’… from every side came that delicious sound of gurgling waters … Our host was away after breakfast, with a piece in his pocket and a bag of worms’
Local people were known for having bad legs. A local doctor came up with an intriguing, but slightly insulting, theory.
‘A kingfisher flashes by, a streak of glory, and a heron beats his slow way over the trees where the cushats stir and rustle.’ Writer Arthur Granville Bradley (1850-1943) describes momentary glimpses of a kingfisher, a heron and cushats (wood pigeons) on the Whiteadder River.
Here at Ellemford there was once a popular Inn, frequented mainly by fishermen. Grace, the Innkeeper, made sure they were well fed.
Otters are now a rare and protected species but were once hunted on the Whiteadder Water.