Out along the path at first light. Sophie barrels ahead, head down, in search of adventure. We're watched by the local deer who seem to have formed two , possibly three, family groups. Four of them are standing in middle of the fallow field munching away. Four more are walking in a line across the freshly ploughed field between the wee house and the shore. There seem to be more of them down by the salt lake but they're too far away for me to be sure how many there are. The young ones are growing fast. A large flight of geese fly overhead heading north. Life is returning, fast, to this quiet corner of the north.
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