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A nice walk across the Whitcliff Deer Park, which would have been even nicer if Janet hadn't inadvertently fallen down the stepped stile with the broken rung (now reported to Gloucestershire Council Council!) and landed on her discomfort... we retired hurt, back to the house for coffee and cake.

The female deer were all on the far side of the valley, and there seemed only a couple of males left to father the next generation. I guess my venison burgers have to come from somewhere...

The builder was back again today, and plans to come tomorrow, to finish the plaster boarding before the actual plasterers arrive on Monday. It's beginning to look rather splendid, and I'm sure Janet will agree once her bruises heal... Deer, deer...