KERRY CRAYFISH

Biting cold swirling winds meant we would have to hunt low and close to camp if we didn’t want to freeze on the exposed ridges. Emma and I had dropped down low into some gully systems full of old man red beech. There was plenty of sign on the ground in the form of prints and fresh black pellets so we could see that deer were still living down here with food, water and shelter keeping them happy.

The swirling winds from higher up had calmed down as we slowly picked our