Remembering Stefan Johansson’s deer-death experience
Last Christmas Eve, I was enjoying a bike ride early one morning through the delightful Tatton Park, just south of Manchester. Cresting a rise on one of the perimeter roads sat a deer.
Both of us were startled and the be-antlered one blinked first and fled. It was a beautiful moment and I almost felt guilty for disturbing its peace, but it was soon on its majestic way … Keep reading
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