There was an other-worldly feeling to the east wind this morning. Lower places had soft drizzling rain. Blacka had hard snow falling and covering dangerous ice on the stony routes. Not hospitable at all. Thinking this might be a good day to test a fairly obvious assumption I went looking for deer in just the place I would myself choose to spend time in such bitter conditions. It doesn't always work out like that but this morning it did. This secret place is now crossed by numerous deer tracks and they have a perfect bedding area where sunny mornings provide an ideal raised lookout from which they can soak up the first warmth of the day. Today they were below there having agreed that the east was not the way they wanted to be facing. Woodland offered extra shelter. Being downwind I thought I might have avoided being noticed but not so. They were quickly off into the trees.
Later on as I returned across the hill another herd appeared. Or was it some of the same group?
It would be odd for them to have moved so quickly onto another part of the site. But not as odd, even weird, as the view of the young stag looking down at me. Wild and weird indeed.
1 comment:
hello what a wonderful place you walk our first time in the peak district wanted to come and see the deer, one thing upset our weekend we walked up Houndkirk road our dog is old and walks by our side we were confronted by a farmer saying if we did not put our dog on the lead he would be shot i wondered if you could tell us who owned the land so we could make aformal complaint thank you, keep up the good work with the wonderful pictures
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