Heading back to the turn off that leads down to the house, our neighbour was driving sheep along the lane to lower pastures. I decided to take the longer loop back to the house, to avoid the flock, and cutting through another forested area. As I was two thirds around the loop, and turning down the hill, a small figure darted from cultivated land in to the forest to my right. I stopped the car hypnotised by the figure spearing through a four bar gate and gliding along the manufactured glade between the row of regimented conifer trees. I felt compelled to follow, but my eyes could barely keep pace with it, and it was running faster than the season. It had been a while since I'd seen a hare so close to home. As the darkest day of the year approaches, and humans ineffectually shine light to combat the gloom, the hare was already bounding towards the Spring.