Bolderwood Deer

You go into the woods,
Where nothing's clear,
Where witches, ghosts
And wolves appear.
Into the woods
And through the fear,
You have to take the journey.
Into the woods
And down the dell,
In rain, perhaps,
But who can tell?

November's Ramble

Fourteen of us braved Dave’s assault course for the mature citizen with running streams and ankle deep muddy tractor tracked walkways. Dave sportingly carried over those ill equipped to cross from bank to bank without getting wet feet. We saw plenty of deer, even the rare white hinds, as Bolderwood is famous for it's herd of Fallow deer Again we were lucky the rain kept off until we approached the car park on our way back.