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he plan was simple enough, but, reality came up with another…
With all these reports of rutting and roaming deer up at Glen O’ The Downs, Max and I would head off with a trusty camera by our side and get some stunning autumnal shots.
A local free-range deer would make for a great cover shot, and, hey, it would impress the hell out of the ladies.
The chicks round here love the D. Famous for it.
So, early on Sunday morning – well, late, once we’d finished mailing out the weekly newsletter and compiling GG’s Stories Of The Week – we headed on up through Kindlestown Wood, over by old Fortune’s place, taking the back gate entrance into the Octagon woods, and on over the N11 and into whatever the hell the woods hanging on to the opposite hillside is called.
Given that autumn is in full swing, there was beauty all the way, of course. Just no deer. Anywhere.
Perhaps it was Max’s constant sniffing and running ahead that scared them off. Or maybe we’re just dumb as a plank here at GG HQ, expecting deer to be roamin’ free in the middle of the day, with the traffic roar going all the way up to N11.
So, we’ll catch you next time, you Bambi swines. At a later time. In the meantime, wrap your heart around this lush slab of beauty we live on…
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Paul, what a beautiful article! Your pictures are really faboulous. Your so talented. Makes us really appreciate where we live. Well Done!