Today was bright and still. The wooded valley below Bole Hill is more easily accessible with the bracken died back so time for a walk beside the racing stream. Here we find the charming waterfall that few get to see.
The sun is already too low to get to the floor of the valley but treetops remain bright.
The deer are not happy, unused to being disturbed in their sanctuary and some angry barks warn the small herd. They can accept us to an extent when they see us coming in more open country but don't like being surprised.
Climbing back we can see the stag watching us, his indignation unquenched.
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