Over the years whilst riding my bicycle I have pursued and occasionally been pursued by numerous forms of wildlife. There have been pheasants running epileptic-ally to the side and in front. Deer have burst through hedgerows and narrowly avoided me, with one young buck proceeding to run ahead of me for several metres down Green Lane before escaping back into the fields beyond. Suicidal squirrels have darted between my wheels, escaping death by inches. A buzzard has glided barely helmet-high over me, pondering a hearty lunch but clearly thinking better of it in the end. This morning it is a little rabbit, scampering along the verge as I ride up into Bickleigh, it’s white bob-tail shining through the mist. I’m glad there is no buzzard in attendance this time.
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