Far from it in fact. Early in the morning and in the late evening; the stags are ri langan / v. langanaich ‘bellowing’ / ‘roaring’. This is when the deer come down to the moors below the house to the east. Very occasionally, before we got Gilbert and George, we saw a deer in the field at the back of the house. My dear old lurcher Caileag, who was then far from old, saw it and her eyes popped out; she engaged quantum turbo hyperdrive, dialled up warp 9.985 and launched herself like a missile; she who could overtake the landrover up hill at 40 mph was straining every sinew trying to accelerate sufficiently quickly to cross the field and reach the creature in time - to do who honestly knows what when she got there.