Deer Watch

Whilst o­n the telephone this morning, I looked out of my study window to see a small deer running through the field. Funny how a sight like that can lift the heart. Makes me remember a poem I used to know and repeat constantly to myself whilst in a hot classroom in a London school many moons ago.

My heart's in the highlands
My heart is not here
My heart's in the highlands
A-chasing the deer……

At that time I did not know anything of hunting, shooting and fishing…… still don't for that matter. All I knew was that I wanted to be in Scotland. Most of the time I like it here, even though I get very cross at some of our parochialism. (That is a euphimism for Parliament by the way.)

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