Captain Midnight here with a tale of derring-do.

I took Himself out for a walk round the fields at the back of Kingscote Church, this evening. There’s no traffic there so it’s safe to let him off the lead for a plod in his wellies while I run around.

It was dusk, my favourite time of day, when there’s usually just me and Him, the odd hare and a bunch of pheasants bedding down for the night.

Tonight though, we had a bonus!

Four roe deer burst out of the nearby woods and ran across the field, waggling their white bottoms at me. Well hello, my beauties, what’s a dog to do? I fancied my chances of bringing at least a couple of them down and set off in hot pursuit over the furrowed ground.

The gangly beggars had a head start or I would have got them. I was catching up to begin with, but their long legs just kept going and they pulled away from me into the gloom. I put on a dignified face and circled back to make sure Himself was alright. I’ve no idea why but he seemed to be laughing.

Later tonight, I expect the herd will gather round the escapees and listen to the story of when the Kingscote Four met Captain “Mad Jack” Midnight and lived to tell the tale. No doubt, it will go down in Cervid lore as a heroic exploit.

But we know they just got lucky.