jefmcg
Guru
Wednesday night: left work late, decided to take the long way home through Richmond park. Got to Roehampton Gate heading west, and the sun was long set and the last of the colour was lingering in the sky There was a huge new moon sitting low in the western sky, filling the space above the road. It was quiet, the cars were long gone and there was just the gentle lights of cyclists and the occasional runner and a bunch of tourists with their cameras.
The deer had gathered by the roadside, presumably to get the fodder that is inaccessible to them during the day, with cars whizzing past. They seemed to be mostly fallow deer, the smaller, speckled, "bambi"-like deer. It was just their silhouettes at the roadside, startled if my lights hit them, including the doe suckling the fawn a meter from the edge of the road.
In the darkness, there were people chilling. I passed a cyclist on the grass, his cycle in a messy pile beside him. "Are you OK?" "Yes" Of course he was; just another London commuter enjoying the surprisingly warm evening and quiet oasis in a messy commute. I silently passed a cyclist wheeling his bike, defeated by the steepest part of Sawyer's Hill. He too seemed to be enjoying the splendid silence.
Thanks. I just wanted to share.
joan
[Aside: The Sami people may have hundreds of words for snow, but the English are serious about deer. In Richmond Park, there are two varieties of deer, and there are different words for genders/juveniles. Red deer are stags, hinds and calves while fallow deer are bucks, does and fawns. Oh, and it looks to me like they are hybridising]
The deer had gathered by the roadside, presumably to get the fodder that is inaccessible to them during the day, with cars whizzing past. They seemed to be mostly fallow deer, the smaller, speckled, "bambi"-like deer. It was just their silhouettes at the roadside, startled if my lights hit them, including the doe suckling the fawn a meter from the edge of the road.
In the darkness, there were people chilling. I passed a cyclist on the grass, his cycle in a messy pile beside him. "Are you OK?" "Yes" Of course he was; just another London commuter enjoying the surprisingly warm evening and quiet oasis in a messy commute. I silently passed a cyclist wheeling his bike, defeated by the steepest part of Sawyer's Hill. He too seemed to be enjoying the splendid silence.
Thanks. I just wanted to share.
joan
[Aside: The Sami people may have hundreds of words for snow, but the English are serious about deer. In Richmond Park, there are two varieties of deer, and there are different words for genders/juveniles. Red deer are stags, hinds and calves while fallow deer are bucks, does and fawns. Oh, and it looks to me like they are hybridising]
