The route left the open parkland, and continued north through Rook Wood, Ladys Winkins and gradually climbed past Little Copse and Open Winkins.The only sounds were from the birds and the occasional denizen of the woods darting through the undergrowth. Butterflies darted around from one bloom to another.
To the right, a carpet of bluebells seemed to roll in waves across the forest floor. This little corner of Sussex seemed perfect.
Having reached the northernmost point, the Gorse Fox turned east. Suddenly there was a clattering away to his right and a small herd of about six or seven deer took fright and started to run away through the trees. The Gorse Fox stopped and watched. The deer stopped and watched. The Gorse Fox managed to get this picture of a couple of them (though they didn't seem interested in taking a picture of him).
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