Knole Park

The huge sweet chestnut, beech and oaks at Knole are turning to rich golds and reds.  The sky this evening is clear and clean but the sun drops quickly; long shadows fall behind the avenues of great trees, pierced by blinding shafts of brilliant sunlight that fall on the dying bracken and grasses.

Knole Park

The fallow stags are looking at their finest and are watchful of passers by with hard, almost mad eyes; their first barks sound from the stands in the densely planted woods and carry in the still air.  The hinds are fawns emerge to graze in the glades and on the undulating fairways of the golf course.

Fallow fawn born in the summer
Walkers at dusk

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