Over the past couple of months, I’ve been spending an hour or so at the end of each day walking around my neighbouring nature reserve. Fleet Pond is so close and it seems ridiculous that we barely visited when we first moved here years ago. Now, I can’t imagine a day without it. Instead of getting home and immediately vegging out, I take a lovely meditative 2 mile walk, sometimes extending it to 3 or 4 miles over the weekend.
The pond is full of geese, swans, and ducks who all rush over to say hello when you walk passed. There’s a heron (or two?) who SCREECH like nothing else on earth and often scare the heck out of me by flying out of the bushes with their legs dangling – so cute. There’s also a herd of grazing cattle who wander about keeping the scrub under control. I adore these cows.
I also adore these beauties. I saw the first deer with a camera-shy baby. The second and third pictures are of chappie out on his own who seemed very proud of his sprouting antlers. I was utterly mesmerised and could have spent hours watching them.
With summer coming to an end, I’m not sure how much evening daylight I have left, so I’m going to enjoy it whilst I still can. I’ll have to figure out a new route for my walks which takes me around well lit areas as the Pond is completely pitch black at night – I don’t want animals jumping out at me. I will miss it dreadfully.