Dead of night

New Year’s Day was a holiday. Not the day to sneak away surreptitiously. We were having a nice day on our own, presumably to help me recover from the night before. I had other plans, but they had to wait until after dark.

Feigning tidying up outside, I snuck out around 9pm. I guessed I wasn’t fooling anyone. She thought I was sneaking out for a quick pint at the White Horse. But I was fooling her!

Me and the deer shot off into the night. New country lane. New ditch. Pulled up. Pulled out. Ditched!

Goodbye my old deer!