Thorne Dreaming: barking deer

The path led back off the centre of the moor and into the final clearing. In the dying light I halted as the echoing bark of an indignant roe buck came again and again. He paused each time, and each time trotting nearer to me. I stood still well, still as I could in the face of an onslaught of large-toothed mosquitoes! The sound, the echos, the light catching the cotton grass; it was a magical experience. I hope this wee vid conveys a tiny bit of that to you.