By Number147


I'm having another quiet day but Clive and Hetty have been out on the hill.

Tim says he found a dying fawn in the orchard. It's rump was hairless and covered in flies but no sign of any other damage. Perhaps hit by farm machinery. Tim is so lovely; he comforted the little deer whilst it passed away and has now gone to find a burial spot for it. 

I retired a year ago today. Unbelievable!

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