Bucks

It seemed to be a fairly quiet deer-hunting season. The first morning there was gunfire echoing over the hills at the break of dawn, and all week I've seen hunters' trucks parked off the road. For safety's sake I don my fluorescent orange pinney whenever I'm outside, no matter how silly it looks, but I've seen a lot of riders, joggers, bicyclists and dog-walkers in just their usual warm clothes.