was in the depths of a very large wood of some 300 acres. My shorthair pointer was with me. Absolutely no suggestion of anyone else there with us. We were in a small circular clearing but the trees met above. Weak sunlight filtering through. The wind soughing through the trees a bit like a Stephen King setting. Leaves falling slowly; just like those scarlet ones that will fall at the Festival tonight. As the hand moved to the exact hour, a deer came into the far side of the clearing. It saw us but did not move but just gazed at us. My dog picked up on it but did nothing. Unusual as she is normally very keen for a command if she sees things like that. The sun suddenly increased in strength so that the rays were like those one sees in a cathedral. I bowed my head and then looked back up to see what the deer was doing. It remained stock still. I then saw, quite clearly, the faces of some six guys; comrades who died before their time. One of my old Labradors also came and checked things out. There must have been something in the air as my eyes and nose were streaming and I had a pain at the back of my throat. The deer threw it's head up and trotted off. Everything came back to normal. I have known deep depression but this was none of that. Time, memories and circumstances lifted a veil. I'm as totally relaxed as after a good gymn session and steam room. I'm glad I avoided people and chose to be somewhere quiet. So, what did you guys get up to at 1100 today, 11 November.