There never is a perfect shot

“The two deer spend a good deal of time together but with the rut any notion of friendship will vanish”

We have passed the height of midsummer, and already there are signs of autumn. The elderflowers have withered away and now their berries have begun to swell in twiggy little bunches along the hedgerows. The haws are growing daily and every fresh fall of rain seems to thicken the bitter flesh of the fruit. I don’t like to be the bearer of gloomy news but it looks like we’ve seen the best of the year.

Now is always a good moment to look for roe deer, particularly on the river’s edge where wide margins have been left to go wild beside the water. These marshy badlands flood during the winter when rain