This became the last roe deer on Gaunts Estate that I saw before we, once again, changed the location we consider ‘home’ for the meantime.

We also spotted a Muntjac for the first time (we had actually seen one the previous year but thought it was just a tiny roe) who make the strangest sound when panicked; one of existential terror.

Anyway, next stop: Totnes, Devon.

Still in the UK, and merely the neighbouring county.

It’s not the furthest I’ve moved in the last 5 years but it’s the biggest transformation by far.