As part of the BM125 project with the Museum, the Creeping Toad team created events in the Peak District landscape. From these events grew writing that we are sharing on this app.
When you visit Arbor Low or Minning Low or walk along an old road, we invite you to look at the fields around you as well as at the ancient monuments themselves. Our haymeadows hold their own stories
Poems are often best read out loud, so pause and share this with a friend. or if you are on your own, speak it to the wind and the flowers themselves
Haymeadows, part 1
We sink
Into a field rustling and bustling with life,
Into a froth of grass,
Into a sea of grasshopper sound,
A dream where nothing changes.
The cows sleeping under a willow
Have been resting there for centuries.
Memories are rooted in these meadows,
In the fleeting lives of butterflies,
In nodding seedheads,
In thistledown drifting on a hot breeze.
Farms, families, paths, tools and stories,
All knitted to the earth as tightly as the turf.
Childhood holidays rooted here too,
New names, first meetings,
Stonechats, curlews, those grasshoppers again
Part 2 follows
