Headtorch running

After a long period of inactivity caused by my foot deciding that it needed a rest, I have been popping out for a canter in the evening.  A headtorch is needed now that the Autumn has well and truly displaced the Summer - I have a very nice Silva one that seems to run for ages even when the batteries are low and a small Petzl in my pocket as a backup.
Anyway, I went out last week for an hour or so in Ashton Court, looping across the fields and alongside the deer enclosure.  There is an odd isolated feeling of running in dark that is accentuated when running in a place that is usually quite busy in the day; it seems as if you are in a silent alternative reality - same place, different light, animals instead of humans.  The moon shone through the dampness and my torch picked out features that were insignificant in the day .  Grasses were given haloes that made them resemble lamp posts and tiny shreds of foil from dropped sweet wrappers glowed like pin-prick lamps.  I was startled by something that shone up at me from the ground and when I picked it up I was surprised to find a Nike tick - presumably it had peeled off a running shoe or jacket.  Testament to the value of reflective elements on sports clothing.
I ran alongside the deer park and climbed steadily toward Clarken Combe.  The mist and darkness conspired to close in on me in a welcoming shroud so that my world shrunk down to the ten foot circle around me.  I was lolloping quite gently, scarcely out of breath, and enjoying the movement of my body.
My torch picked out a pair of eyes in the undergrowth, just through the railings of the fence, and I found myself a few feet from a couple of deer.  For some reason they were either unaware or unconcerned about my presence.  I was shining a bright light in their direction and not more than six feet away but they continued grazing around the edges of a fallen tree trunk.  One had a good set of antlers and up behind us in the woods a crashing indicated battles for supremacy were taking place.
After a good couple of minutes I drifted off and continued my run - a memorable encounter that suffused the run.  I regretted not taking my phone as I could have taken some pictures - maybe next time.