For some reason I was fascinated with rabbits in my late teens. It might have been the rabbits that lived in our backyard. It might have been something else, but I read, and loved, Watership Down in 1975 – 1976. Then I read Ronald Lockley’s “The Private Life of the Rabbit” and when Jack Burgoyne asked me where we should visit, I asked if Watership Down was a real place.
It was and it was put on the itinerary along with Oxford, camping with Druids, touching the stones at Stonehenge, sitting on posts at Woodhenge and handling dangerous objects at an air force base.
Jeremy and Dona at an air force base where we picked up objects before seeing this sign.
Jack on a stump at Woodhenge
Our campsite outside a pub. The ground was lumpy so we thought we were sleeping on Druids
Stonehenge when you could touch the stones
Jeremy at Watership down
The next winter Jeremy painted “Dona at Stonehenge.”
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Oh, I’m so jealous that you got to walk amongst the stones at Stonehenge. Great photos!
Echoing Mali – very jealous!
How fun–and I’m jealous that you got to camp beside a pub and sleep on top of druids! (Are you sure you didn’t overindulge in pub tap fare that night?)
Ha, I was a teetotaler back then!
So what is watership down? How does it arrive by its name?
I don’t know how it got the Watership part, but a down is a hill in England.
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I remember having difficulty getting through Watership Down—I wonder if I finished it. Probably. I’ve never been to Stonehenge—in part because after hanging out at the stone circles in Orkney, I worry that I would be very disappointed to not get close.
P.S. Love the photos.