Roe Buck | Hodder Valley, Lancashire | "The fertile fields of early summer, that sunlight bouncing on bright green grass;

The blue above getting stronger in colour as is the green below.

High above Whitewell, Bowland is as young on this evening as it’s old. The dry-stone walls are crisp in the lower light, the hills in the distance softer, mellowed, as if they too returned to their carefree youth.

Cow parsley adorns the hedges; the filigree of dainty white blossoms reminiscent of linen camisoles and lace parasols catching the sun above barefeet steps on freshly mown grass. The Hawthornes are still in their maiden dress, but the blossoms are heavy now, ready to shed for summer’s less playful, more elegant gown. And as the sun slowly sets, caressing the valley and each creature within, a promise is made with the longer lasting light, that all is renewed."