One of the quietest places is on the slopes above Blacka Dyke. Not the easiest walking but deer tracks help. The beech trees spread themselves indulgently like a man watching rugby on the telly when the wife's gone out.
Through the dead bracken it's easy to follow where deer have trodden.
There's also one of those patches where a lot of deer activity has had an impact on the ground effectively clearing the bracken at that point.
Everyone knows they can jump the barbed wire easily (though the smallest calves may be another matter) but the tracks show they are strangely reluctant to do so, continuing to go parallel to the fence for several hundred yards. Humans and dogs are also affected by the barbed wire. So much for the promise of SWT to provide stiles at regular intervals - in half a mile or so there was none.
Not the brightest and lightest part of Blacka but plenty of character and mystery as we overlook the small pools and falls of the stream.
A decision has to be made about where to cross the stream and make for the path higher up by clambering up the slope.
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