Tuesday 24 September 2002 1.46pm
Now the country folk have gone ...
Last night cycling up Druid Street
, I saw a fox running across. A sight to gladden the heart.
When I lived off Blackfriars Rd two young foxes used to play on the Green behind our block of flats and practise pouncing on one another. I enjoyed watching them too.
I think the sight of urban foxes is worth any tearing apart of bin bags, which I suspect cats and rats are just as guilty of.
But if we build on every bit of spare land there will be nowhere for them to live. Do we need to learn from our country cousins and create special fox areas?