Through a thin veil of increasing cloud the sun gave a little brightness to what was otherwise a grey day. Our eyes down, distracted by the muddy conditions underfoot, we almost missed them. Only a movement gave them away. A Roe Deer took shape among the brambles, reeds and long grass, then another, and then another. The two does and a buck despite being very aware were seemingly fearless. It was only when a dog walker came along they took flight heading deeper into cover. If you didn’t know they were there you would be none the wiser.
Letter From Norfolk 