The Peak District's very own Down Tree
Growing up, my brother and I were always outside — scrambling through woodlands, roaming the South Downs, getting into the kind of trouble only the countryside allows. And somewhere in all of that, Watership Down found me. Those rabbits, their journey, their search for somewhere safe to call home — it stayed with me in a way I didn’t fully understand until much later.A few years ago I stumbled across a spot in the Peak District. A small hillside, long grass, and a single tree sitting perfectly in the middle of it all. I thought: that’s it. That’s Watership Down. It went straight on the list.Last week I finally made it back. The light was soft, the grass was moving, a few very nosy cows decided they owned the place — and for an hour or so, I just chased the evening as it shifted across the hill. By the time the colour hit the sky and the grasses, I knew I’d got something. Even if only for me.
There are fewer rabbits around than I remember. I notice it now, taking my own kids out in the mornings to look for deer in the fields or a flash of something running through the hedgerows.
I hope those little moments are still there for them when they’re older.For now — imagining that on this particular hill, Hazel and Fiver found exactly what they were looking for.
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