Repeat performance?

About four weeks ago – just before we set off on our trip to the north – I had a very pleasant wander through the fields between Bould Lane and the river (see ‘Run for it!‘). I met three fallow deer, two of which were an unusual dark colour, found a tree very heavily laden with crab apples (perfect for jelly, but I had no means of carrying them), then found my way blocked by a fallen tree. What will I find today? I’ll take a bag…

There were two deer away across the other side of the lower field, by Birch Wood – two of the three I saw last time, I’d guess. They’ve spotted me. Then came the tree – almost all the apples had gone, though I was still able to pick a reasonable quantity (I need much longer arms). The blocked path? No change there! As I retraced my earlier steps, I watched a red kite quartering the far edge of the fields, by the wood. Not a repeat performance, but would I want that? An enjoyable afternoon!