It is an annual family tradition for us to visit Bradgate Park each year, at least once when the deer are out and once when the snow has coated the ground in a white blanket of calm. Each year, something changes and there is more for us to explore in the wildlife of the park. …
The first lightning strike rips the sky in half and sends me running, shouting for my father. Fat tears drop down my eight-year old self’s face. I am frightened. Not for myself but for the rabbit and guinea pig I have at the bottom of the garden. “They must be so scared,” I wail at…