Went for a walk at the weekend with some friends. Harewood area. Felix was down in London village, visiting friends so our walk was en route to destination Leeds to pick him up on the Sunday.
We were lucky enough to see a heard (collective pro noun citation needed) of deer. They were estate deer, but we saw them in what looked and felt like a very natural habitat. Misty hill side, Douglas Fir trees to our right, ancient moorland and marshland elsewhere and there, through the mist, stood a proud stag with his harem. Stock still for a few magical seconds, before moving off, with his majestic entourage. We heard him 20 minutes later, grunting.. his disgruntlement of our presence? Who knows. Seeing that guy was the highlight of my weekend.
…That and the job satisfaction of making a very sturdy wooden box, or carcass as it’s actually supposed to be called – to sit a Belfast sink on, in our new kitchen, that currently looks a bit like the photo above. It’s in a huge state of flux. The basic plan is swap the kitchen for the dining room. Bigger kitchen with an island. Just had the thought of making the island in the shape of Ireland. No though, that would be silly.
A bunch, a leash, a mob, a parcel, a rangale or a herd of deer. Definitely not a “heard of deer”. Tut.
I thought I heard something.
Come, shall we go kill us venison?