Precious Influence

Watership Down is among the many influences that my dad inspired me to love. I first watched the animation as a young girl. Though criticised for being unsuitable for children...due to the terrifying portrayal of General Woundwort among many reasons. With whom I remember so vividly in my mind. The film was among my favourite throughout my childhood and remains so during adulthood. 

 Me and my dad made a board game of Watership Down, we even had little rabbit figures to play with. It was amazing, dad designed the board and we both coloured it in. I will always remember trying to cheat, or getting stroppy when I was loosing. The board was so detailed and was truly inspired by both the film and book. 

Sandleford Warren,Nuthanger farm and Efrafa, all places created by the author of Watership Down, Richard Adams. Not forgetting the wonderful characters of Hazel, Fiver and Bigwig among many. Also the hilarious seagull Kehaar, who had me laughing so much. 

Im so very happy that my dad has influenced me so greatly. The love of Fantasy novels such as the Lord of the Rings trilogy and The Hobbit among the many genres that he has inspired me to love and respect. The love of art and painting, which he enjoyed so much. Many shall agree that his influence of the many genres of music was truly inspirational, and I do wonder how many people have a compilation CD composed of by my dad. I myself have many, though the 'Bronte compilation' which included a photo of me as a child on the front cover,shall always remain precious to me. 

Is it a kind of dream,

Floating out on the tide,

Following the river of death downstream?

Oh, is it a dream?

There's a fog along the horizon,

A strange glow in the sky,

And nobody seems to know where you go,

And what does it mean?

Oh, is it a dream?

Bright eyes,

Burning like fire.

Bright eyes,

How can you close and fail?

How can the light that burned so brightly

Suddenly burn so pale?

Bright eyes.

Is it a kind of shadow,

Reaching into the night,

Wandering over the hills unseen,

Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the trees,

A cold sound in the air,

And nobody ever knows when you go,

And where do you start,

Oh, into the dark.

Bright eyes,

burning like fire.

Bright eyes,

how can you close and fail?

How can the light that burned so brightly

Suddenly burn so pale?

Bright eyes.

Bright eyes,

burning like fire.

Bright eyes,

how can you close and fail?

How can the light that burned so brightly

Suddenly burn so pale?

Bright eyes.

Simon and Garfunkel ~ Bright eyes