Just after 5:30 pm I was head down in study urgently trying to finish some work which had to e-mailed out when Niall, in a loud stage whisper, said "deer" from the livingroom. Very slowly I turned round to get the camera which I hadn't yet put in its case from earlier in the day --we had spent a fabulous morning being very medievally-anoraky [if indeed there is such a word, which I doubt!] on which more soon...
Two ladies had come for dinner....
|Are you coming then?!|
The light was poor and it was quite misty as you can see--no hint of the other side of the valley. However, I took these photos as they slowly moved from west to east nibbling away, occasionally throwing their heads up to listen for danger--as when Shadow pushed his way noisily out through the cat flap-- before going back to din-dins.
Hopefully they do convey a bit of the magic of living here and having the chevreuil passing through, grazing at dusk.
|It's only the cat!|
|The starter was good....|
|Shall we move on to dessert then?|