After we’d returned to the house from the picnic, I set off back up the hill to the forest to place my trailcam where the wild boar seemed to be passing most frequently. There were a couple of spinal columns in the pasture, presumably from young roe deer, which signified either wolf or lynx activity. I set up the trailcam with a very positive feel for the outcome.
This morning I woke up and trudged again up the hill, this time in a heavy downpour, and retrieved my camera. I’d managed to capture a robin, a mouse, a fieldfare and a brown hare. I might as well have set the camera up in a Lincolnshire garden rather than in an inhospitable part of the Carpathian Mountains. That’s the luck of the draw, I guess. It’s a very addictive activity, though…
