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A walk back in time

Me with two, and my canine companion with four legs are off to check out an area of the woods I never go, this is because I may have to carry out some work there in the future. This is close to a kind of zoo place which keep all sorts of wild animals, called Wildwood. We are walking on our way over there through the mud, I can see the ponies in between the trees (never seen them in this part of the woods before). I look at the deer that are behind a hire wire fence in the Wildwood Zoo, they are wary of me and jittery. He with four legs just kind of prances about and looks perky making them skitter off into the shadows. Round the corner I encounter two wild boars, they charge at me ‘yeh fat boy, you wont get me fella’, and I am confident on the other side of the wire fence. Then I can see him (with four legs) is in the zoo, running and barking at the wild boar.

Suddenly it’s 16000 years ago and the images within the caves of Lascaux have come to life, I am in a forest surrounded by wild animals and I have to get my companion out of a fight with several Mo-Fo’s. The massive grey one is getting up now. I found the hole in wire fence (they keep wolves in this place as well you know). Its almost dark and I cant see too much, but I can hear it’s kicked off big time, leaves, shrubs, barking, frantic running though undergrowth sounds and the realisation that this is happening in the section next to boars, there is a wire fence between this section and their section. Him with 4, is so brave, as he knows they can’t get him. I can hear birds taking off out of the trees as this has caused a bit of a kafuffle.

I can only see groups of dots in rows, red ochre bulls, yellow ochre horses, and burnt ochre deer swimming through a river. My companion is panting heavily as we stop (in the woods not the zoo) at a muddy puddle and he drinks. I can see the ponies in the distance and again he (with 4 legs) is off to investigate. Ponies galloping at full whack are a wonderful sight, marred only by the embarrassment that your friend has caused a stampede.

Animals were experienced, not looked at that evening, as the caves of Lascaux show.


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