Troll bridge

What a beauty, standing on the path up ahead of us. And oh, was the marvellous beastie not concentrating so hard trying to work out what Max was (while I hid behind a tree taking billions of blurred photos) that it forgot about fear and walked closer still, out of curiosity. But oh, it was a certainty that the desire to fight or flight would spring up again and sure enough, the beastie suddenly sprung up, around and off. And how lucky am I to start off my day, meeting such a beauty, over the troll bridge, in this very way.