'It consisted
almost entirely of well grown beeches. The great, smooth trunks stood motionless
in their green shade, the branches spreading flat, one above another in crisp
light-dappled tiers. Between them the ground was open and offered hardly
any cover. The rabbits were perplexed. They could not make out why the wood
was so light and still and why they could see so far between the trees.
The continuous, gentle rustling of the beech leaves was unlike the sounds
to be heard in a copse of nut-bushes, oak and silver birch. |
There are rabbits on Watership Down, however they live close to the north-west corner of the hanger. Time once more to move on back to the road in the last leg of our walk. Click here to view the hanger from the west. |
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Bigwig here to return to select another picture. Be careful of his ears,
his fleas live there!