A fine morning in mid-May is your best chance to find good old-fashioned tranquillity allied to natural beauty. Combine it with a trip to a green space with plenty of trees at 5 am and you may hear the dawn chorus at something like its best. A cold night meant the flowering bilberry was covered with frost. Hinds were out on the moor but didn't run off this time.
They were closer to trees than we were so they could keep an eye on us as we walked past. The stags on the edge of woodland two hours later were more nervous. They hated the idea that we were coming from the dark woodland when they were in the open. Deer much prefer things the other way round.
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