An opportunity presented itself enabling us to visit the nearby countryside. A mere 15 minutes from the town centre, we found ourselves surrounded by lush greenery, chirruping birdlife, budding flowers and spring resounding from all around. The weather was warm, verging on hot, and many of the local campers were swimming. Access to the river was by a small ladder, and as the water appeared to be very cold, swimmers would have to wait to exit the water until the next swimming had entered, again and again.
As we entered the camping area our guides called out that they had seen a dead fox on the way. We all looked out and shouted eagerly when we too spotted the dead fox ('Deady', or 'Foxley' as it became known). We also spotted a deer, who is captured somewhere in the image below.
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