Walking up the forest track to the Viewpoint there is a sudden cracking sound in the wood below. Something is coming at speed and trampling down the brashings in its haste. A very lost bicyclist? An iron-shinned jogger? By the sound it could be an elephant.

No. With a leap a lithe roe deer arrives panting on the road in front, its red summer coat gleaming with health in the sunlight. Without a pause it continues straight across the road and plunges up into the wood above and the crackle of its passing fades into the distance. What was it running for? Nothing seemed to be following it – there were no other people on the track below or above; no dogs either.

Maybe it just wanted to run because it could and with the joy of living ...