Of times on Liddington’s bare peak I love to think and lie,
And muse upon the former day and ancient things gone by,
To pace the old castellum walls and peer into the past,
To learn the secret of the hills, and know myself at last,
To woo Dick Jefferies from his dreams on sorrow’s pillow tossed,
And walk with him upon the ridge, and pacify his ghost.
Alfred Williams (local poet and friend of Richard Jefferies)