On the path, before the yawning wood, there stood a sign. A crooked, nailed-together affair assembled from three planks and a rotting post. Covered in the crusty lime of lichen and dry bird droppings. Down the path, from a sunny wheatgrass field, gained a sound of horseshoes. Two sets, and a jangle of spurs. Someone whistled. The steps slowed, […]

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Out on the moor, there stood a red deer. A fuzzy-antlered buck. It surveyed the rippling moor. Veritable waves of purple heather and gold wheatgrass under a cathedral of driving clouds. It sniffed languidly. The moor smelt of honeycomb and alfalfa. It chewed, kept back to munching the floral scrub. There was a whistling in the […]

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