I see you, man...

Today was another house full of noise... in fact we exchanged the roar of ripping out for the serenade of jackhammers, as part of what turned out to be a solid concrete floor was lifted to make way for some underfloor heating pipes, and a sunken shower tray. So we left...

We spent the sunny part of the day wandering Dyrham Park, and I tracked down a couple of the newly re-established fallow deer stags. They were having a quiet moment together under the beechwood, and curiously eyed me as I silently tiptoed in across all the crunchy beech leaves and crackly twigs, lol.

After I left them to it, I mentioned their position to a couple of other folk with cameras. Of course, they stomped in with enthusiasm, and as I looked back all I could see were the white tails as the deer scarpered. One simply does not stomp towards fallow deer...