This is why I love riding here:
Spring or Autumn I can set off early in the morning, knowing the mist will lift by about 10.00 and at the weekend, apart from the hunting season, I probably won’t see anyone, not even walkers. I will hear distant dogs, the mew of buzzards, the harsh caw of crows. And cows of course. At the bookends of summer days there may be deer and once in a while, I might see boar though personally, I’m aware these hairy pigs have a mixed reputation. Red squirrels and marten might be caught by surprise and frequently there are feral cats and a quick scatter if they have kittens.
My favourite are donkeys. I’ll always stop and talk to donkeys, especially the ones with dreadlocks. Herons hunting frogs in ponds watch suspiciously as I pass by. Should I stop and aim a camera at them, they squawk and take off, uncaring of my careful composition, circle at a safe distance then return to the menu. I can understand they must eat but I hope they never manage to catch salamanders, there are not enough of them around to be heron food. They can have as many frogs as they like.