When Deer Attack

Michelle and I ventured out to 'the deer park' bright and early on Saturday [12:45 - we were bar hopping in Shoreditch the night before]. It was a beautiful, sunny day. We took the train from Waterloo to Richmond. It was fairly spontaneous so we weren't armed with maps or other reference materials. Richmond is a really pretty area.



There's a great high street and lots of greenspace. Apparently rich, white people live there. We followed the signs to 'Old Deer Park'. Old deer park looked like this:



Because why wouldn't the deer park have its own circus? I suggested that maybe Old Deer Park got its name when all the deer got the boot. Michelle insisted that the deer existed as she had read a recent article in Time Out. I asked one of the football players if he knew anything about the deer [Old Deer Park also had football fields]. He told us they were moved years ago to Richmond Park at the top of the hill. It was about a 20 minute walk.



The article said that there were so many deer in this park that they had to be routinely killed. We expected to see maybe one or two deer if we were lucky. We saw at least one hundred deer. It was so strange. They just wandered freely mostly in large groups throughout the park. Then something weird happened [and it was caught on film, how fortunate]...









Fear the deer.

From Saturday, 25 November to Monday, 27 November, I'll be in Barcelona. It's my first international flight alone, but I'm meeting a friend there.

Saturday 25 November - London Luton To Barcelona

flight 2265; dep. Sat 25 Nov 13:00
arr. Sat 25 Nov 16:15

Monday 27 November - Barcelona To London Stansted

flight 3036; dep. Mon 27 Nov 21:10
arr. Mon 27 Nov 22:30