One day I was cycling along the road past the Fox Hill Sports Ground and guess who jumped out of the hedge in front of me, stopped for a second looking puzzled and then sped up and dashed across the street into the green grass area?
Yes, it was a fantastic Mr Fox himself, all in his ginger richness and glory! (Needless to say, there was no chance for me to get the camera ready in time for a picture of the encountered creature and my phone was dead as a parrot* anyway.)
Believe it or not, the foxes in West London are much better looking than their cousins east of The City!
* parrot - referrence to a famous sketch by Monty Python
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