{"id":89,"date":"2014-01-09T11:06:50","date_gmt":"2014-01-09T11:06:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=89"},"modified":"2014-01-09T11:09:38","modified_gmt":"2014-01-09T11:09:38","slug":"the-near-proximity-of-a-tiger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=89","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;The near proximity of a tiger&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>in daylight, even when it has not seen you, causes a disturbance in the bloodstream.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Jim Corbett&#8217;s a sanguine fella, suspended in a sagging tree with a man-eater tigress prowling the outer dark below his feet. I&#8217;ve been around the book track many times but I can still find narratives that dazzle and drag me away from the Oxford floods and the grindings of a booze-free January. Corbett&#8217;s tales of hunting rogue leopards and tigers in the Himalayan foothills are weirdly fresh and detailed enough to take you right into the jungle scrub. But it&#8217;s a life that&#8217;s long gone, back when the population of India was only at 200 million. These days the tiger national parks are throbbing with tours and Pentax snappers, what&#8217;s left of the wild is mapped and fenced. But I&#8217;ve still got my dreamings, my dog-eared, tea-stained library edition of Corbett and my Chiltern wanderings. That&#8217;s glimpse of the wild enough.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/woods.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-91\" alt=\"woods\" src=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/woods.jpg\" width=\"640\" height=\"403\" srcset=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/woods.jpg 640w, https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/woods-300x188.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>in daylight, even when it has not seen you, causes a disturbance in the bloodstream.&#8221; Jim Corbett&#8217;s a sanguine fella, suspended in a sagging tree with a man-eater tigress prowling the outer dark below his feet. I&#8217;ve been around the book track many times but I can still find narratives that dazzle and drag me [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-89","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-henry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=89"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":95,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89\/revisions\/95"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=89"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=89"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=89"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}