Well, the autumn came in a rush when it eventually came. The leaves ore now off most trees here in the valley and the mornings are always misty. The rut too has gone very quiet, the calling has stopped but we did have an amazing experience the other evening.
I was fast asleep in the cabin on the right side of a couple of we malts when i was woken by a crashing sound. It was breezy out so I thought a can or piece of equipment was being bashed around, the noise was regular and not sinister and I was tempted to ignore it but it was rather loud. I decided to investigate. In nothing more than fleece and rigger boots and my bedtime boxers I ventured out.
It was one thirty in the morning, the dog lifted one eye and said "forget it, its nothing"
I realised that the noise was clearly from over the bridge, it was relentless, like something banging in the wind but too big to be ignores. I tiptoed over the bridge, suddenly aware of my undressed state. In the same second that my brain worked out what it was my eye spotted it and it dissapeared. As I got nearer the regular rattling crashes became inter spaced with a panting grunt. The crashing that had been distorted by the effect of the limestone and the river were now the unmistakable sound of antlers crashing together in serious confrontation. It was over before I could take it in but I do feel privileged to be feet away from this spectacular event.
We are learning lotts with the video taking and already a smal collection are developing. We will display them on the website as we do them, in their raw unedited state, then refine them and then replace them, so do visit regular