A story of borders and breakouts, of refuge and returns, of old haunts and safe havens read by John Nettles… “Nettles inhabits not only the fox himself, but the land in which he runs.” Justin Farrington (Freq.org) Running, always running… Reynard arrived… Reynard has come to town… Getting into the zone… Reynard low in the amber meadows Reynard hiding in the smoke of golden forests…. Listen to the signals on the highway wire… John Nettles reads ‘Reynard’ Running, always running… John Nettles reads ‘Reynard’ Reynard is a pastoral… but it’s also a valediction to the countryside… This, the landscape Reynard is banished from… These are the landscapes Reynard leaves behind… I always imagined Reynard as a character in retreat, on the run, beaten back, going against his image as the sly, cunning and devious fox… R is for Reynard and for red and for rust and for running, running, running… Reynard has come to town “Nettles inhabits not only the fox himself, but the land in which he runs.” “Nettles inhabits not only the fox himself, but the land in which he runs.” “This is a performance. It’s something more than narration, and it’s a world away from that godawful “poetry voice” so popular on Radio 4.”
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