October 23, 2014 § 20 Comments

Yesterday I went to visit a beautiful house that is soon to go for auction. It’s called River Farm. As I knew I would, I fell in love. The old man who lived there, a well known naturalist, had recently died. The seventeenth century house was run down, the gardens wonderfully unkempt. As I pushed my way through the undergrowth towards the river, a female fallow deer stepped towards me. She had been waiting. She checked my hands, my pockets, my smell – then, certain I was not who she had been waiting for, disappeared into the mist…




Β the old man’s deer waits







tomorrow church bells




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