Chilled roe deer
Most of my encounters with roe deer have been brief - often just a bobbing white tail disappearing through the trees. But this one, near Romaldkirk in Teesdale, was different: we stood, looking at each other for a couple of minutes, before the deer slowly turned away and ambled into an old hazel coppice.
One of those privileged encounters I'm likely to remember for a long time, on an early autumn day when the sunlight showed off to perfection the beautiful coat of this gentle animal.
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