Spooked two roe deer as I returned home from the weekly shopping early this morning. They were in the overgrown, boggy patch in the field behind the house, and trotted off towards Nutclough Wood, pausing several times to look back at me. Annoyingly, I didn’t have my camera to hand.
“…wonderfully droll, witty and entertaining… At their best Carter’s moorland walks and his meandering intellectual talk are part of a single, deeply coherent enterprise: a restless inquiry into the meaning of place and the nature of self.”
—Mark Cocker, author and naturalist
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