A large stag watches my progress carefully. Clegs, horseflies are following me. I am very allergic to them and hope that my repellent works well. I remember my children calling me Quasimodo due to one bite on my eyebrow years ago during a holiday in Switzerland. Then there was the 'sausage lip' week back in 2010 and I will never forget my balloon hand when fishing one time.
A male sparrowhawk glides close by and I walk around the broken trees to get back to an area where the trees have been removed to allow a line of pylons and telegraph wires to pass through. Method in my madness, I want to walk down this tree break from an elevated position, which would allow me to see down a large expanse. The heather and moss clumps are high and there are water-filled dips between them hidden and therefore easy for me to fall into.