Have you ever felt as though you were being stalked by a stag on a tea-towel? Again, while walking around at the weekend, minding my own business, the dandy stag appeared on a tea-towel as I took a perfectly normal landscape photograph near the River Tweed. There is a famous philosophical quote about whether a falling tree in a forest makes a noise when there is no-one there to hear it. Is the dandy stag only visible when I point my camera at a piece of the gorgeous Borders countryside? Perhaps he inhabits some peculiar wavelength of light that is only picked up by the technological marvel that is the CMOS camera sensor and not the human eye.
Who are Orwell and Goode? Answers on a postcard please. Should other sightings occur, I will post them here.