Writer Kate Campbell has written a collection of poetry inspired by the area around the Whiteadder valley, some of which have been published.
‘I saw magenta on the moor
I lost a mountain hare in snow
I heard the curlew circling low
I watched the moon out in the storm
I lost a mountain hare in snow
I traced the marking on the stone
I watched the moon out in the storm
I held the white grass in my hand
I traced the marking on the stone
I found an old ring to take home
I held the white grass in my hand
I picked an opal washed in cloud
I found an old ring to take home
I tracked the peregrine in flight
I picked an opal washed in cloud
I knew the crow unseen at night
I tracked the peregrine in flight
I touched the reed bent under hail
I knew the crow unseen at night
I marked the headlight on the hill
I touched the reed bent under hail
I felt the wind that lifts your hair
I marked the headlight on the hill
I read a map you do not know
I felt the wind that lifts your hair
I heard the curlew circling low
I read a map you do not know
I saw magenta on the moor.’
© Kate Campbell, 2013