During my many stravaigings and meanderings up down and across this country I call home, it has been my fortune, my pleasure, to encounter some of the wonderful wildlife that occupies its rivers, mountains and glens.
Many of these encounters were close and some were extremely close.
Those who read may have read, ‘From Dumyat to Mont Blanc — being alive with mountains’, a selection of my mountaineering adventures, sometimes misadventures, perhaps will recall that I was once ‘smote’ on the ear by a disorientated snipe, that I nearly stood on a lizard and on another occasion stumbled over a red deer fawn hidden in long ferns. All accidental.