In 2018, I found myself in a creative rut, feeling uninspired and disconnected from my passion. Seeking a change of scenery and a spark to reignite my creativity, I embarked on a road trip with my faithful Dalmatian companion, Delilah. Our destination: Exmoor, a place I had yet to explore.
Venturing into the national park in the quiet of the night, our aim was to arrive before dawn. We navigated by map, finding ourselves in a foggy, dimly lit field-cum-car park. As I brewed a cup of tea and prepared for a day of exploration, an unexpected sound shattered the silence—a deep, resonating bellow echoing nearby.
Initially startled, a wave of fear washed over me until I realized the source of the noise: a majestic Red Deer Stag. It was a sight and sound I had never experienced before. In that moment, amidst the mist and mystery of Exmoor, I felt a profound connection reignite within me. Had I found my passion again, or had it found me?
