He's a beautiful Sika stag! Wonder if he's an escaped pet? Can't imagine a truly wild stag coming up to you like that.
Isn't there a herd of Sika on Brownsea Island out in Pool harbor that regularly swim back & forth?
Life should be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving skidding in sideways, Merlot in one hand, Cigar in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO what a ride!