Think about it. You’re in London. The city honks and fumes. Meanwhile, 630 deer roam a royal park like prehistoric ghosts. It’s bonkers.
They’ve been there since the 17th century. King Charles I enclosed the park specifically for deer hunting. Now they’re the landlords. You’re just renting the path.
One more crazy fact: they’re not all the same species. You’ve got red deer (the big bosses) and fallow deer (the spotted, elegant hipsters). The fallow deer are incredibly fast. They run like they’re on a prank show.
A Survival Guide (So You Don’t Look Like a Fool)
Rule one: never run at a deer. They’ll bolt. Or worse, they’ll stare at you with utter contempt. Your ego won’t recover.
Rule two: dog owners, beware. If your little pup barks at a stag, the deer might charge. It’s not personal. It’s just deer logic: “That furry noise is a threat.”
Rule three: the East side is the best side. The area near Richmond Gate is a deer jam. They lounge on the grass like they’re on vacation. You’ll trip over them.
