The last cut?

22km of cutting in the last couple of days as we still wait for the completion of the sale. I saw a deer in the field, forefoot raised, seeking a way around the fencing. After a few false steps it daintily stepped through the (well-trodden) gap, stepped over the ditch and was soon hidden in the rising woodland trees. Aha, my spirit, I thought, knowing where the way out lies but hesitating to take leave of the place.