Leaving Upwaltham, the route now led back up past Combe Bottom toward Upwaltham Hill. The Gorse Fox arrived at the start of the path at the same time as a couple of fellow ramblers. We passed pleasantries, and GF said he was heading the same way... but slowly.
Actually, in comparison to them, he leapt gazelle like up the steep climb, with the sure-footedness of a mountain goat and the elegance of a mountain walrus.
At the top the pounding of his heart disturbed a deer that set off at speed through the woods. GF just managed to capture its image as it disappeared. (For clarification that's disappeared from view, as opposed to a puff of smoke - it wasn't a magic deer).
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