A sunny, winter’s Saturday afternoon on Cannock Chase. The wild fallow deer in their usual spot, always happy to come for a bag of carrots. Skittish and nervous, they stay long enough to take our orange performance fee, then wander back to the safety of the copse.

Three fawns were in the group, clearly this summer’s births. To see three survive this late in such a small group is quite a result. Nice to see them all looking healthy and bright-eyed. How I love the deer.

For more of this sort of thing, my 365daysofbiking journal is still trundling along…

‘You know, I think the cyclist bloke has carrots…’

‘I think it’s OK. Stay with me until I’ve checked them out…’

‘I hope you’ve got my best side.’

‘When will I get some carrots, mum?’

‘I’m sure one landed down here somewhere.’

‘Come on, throw another. What do you mean, the bag’s empty?’

‘Carrots all gone? OK, show’s over…’