Driving home from my run this evening, along an empty country road through the Berkshire Downs in the dusk, with wire fences on either side of the road. I suddenly became aware of a large shape in my left side vision looming out of the gloom and got ready to brake. A large stag, with what looked to me to be pretty impressive antlers, leaped over the fence, trotted across the road a couple of metres in front of me without, apparently, a care in the world (and with no consideration at all for causing me to slam my brakes on) and, without breaking step, hurdled the fence on the right of the road and disappeared on to wherever it was going. I was glad the snow hadn't really been sticking much.