At its best Blacka can produce the perfect experience. If this is condensed into just half a minute of surprise and delight then that's even more to be cherished.
Coming along the path from the hollow to Lenny Hill is one of those places where this can happen. The path winds in a satisfying way, part overgrown capturing what warmth there is. Today it was still, the autumn colours were dominant and the quietness was special in a way that you knew had been undisturbed for more than an hour.
As we slowly walked a family of pheasants hurried along in front, dad honked into the air a few yards away and suddenly a solitary fawn dashed across in a series of springs.
Too quick to prime the camera, but who cares?
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