About Me
Apparently I should put a face to On the Real Watership Down. Readers apparently like to engage more with writers who are visible and approachable.
But On the Real Watership Down isn’t about me; it’s primarily about the landscape featured in Richard Adams’ two Watership Down books and how it corresponds to reality in the 21st century. I’m not important. I’m just someone with a love of the stories and the countryside. I don’t have an important job or a shady past, and neither am I someone you may have heard of. (Unless you are someone who is interested in the minutiae of the wonderful Watership Down Podcast and its pylon related lore when I am mentioned a couple of times as ‘Bob’.)
What I will share, from time to time, are some things that interest me. Nothing so formal as a journal or blog. Just some thoughts.
How I see the landscape
‘Their surroundings were empty. If anything had been moving they would have seen it immediately: and where the turf ended, the sky began. A man, a fox—even a rabbit—coming over the down would be conspicuous. Fiver had been right. Up here, they would have clear warning of any approach.’
Chapter Eighteen—Watership Down
A few minutes later the rabbits had crossed the cart-track and vanished into the copse beyond. A magpie, seeing some light-coloured object conspicuous on the empty slope, flew closer to look. But all that lay there was a splintered peg and a twisted length of wire.