It takes a bit of autumn sun to bring out the best of bracken among the mellow wild fruits. There's no doubt that it's infinitely preferable as a patterned backcloth for wild animals to anything farmed, cut, sprayed or burned. It would look good on a tapestry; a project for the cold winter months?
One of the more mature stags was quietly accompanying a hind and her calf this morning. But over in the secret parts of the woodland the best of this season's bellows could be heard a long way off. Something tingles on the back of your neck.
Not much chance of getting a good view of this undoubtedly large stag among the birches. Just enough to glimpse his bulk and understand why the noise is so resonant. This really is the greatest sound to be heard in the whole Sheffield region, deep in the woods away from human activity and bringing more than a taste of what wild countryside should be like. Why is there not more of it?
One of his entourage was the first to spot me.
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