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Yesterday afternoon, the path between Frimley and Farnborough North I came across two small long-eared deer.  With the lake immediately to the left of the path and the river close to the right, they could have been trapped if someone had been coming the opposite way.  In an attempt to drive them to where the lake was replaced by dense woodland, I clapped my hands several times but, instead of moving onwards, they chose to dive into some bushes between the path and the lake.  They were still rather close to the path but, even though I knew they were in the bush, I was unable to see them, so I went on my way happy that I had done my bit.

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Brings it all back. I grew up in the dreaded Camberley....!
September 6 | Unregistered Commenterpluvialis

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