Walking through Lincombe Woods this afternoon.
Here is Haze. And there is a Fox.
A what ?!? “A FOX! A FOX! A FOX!!”
Haze was one side of the beech, the fox the other.
Shouting “FOX!” ‘FOX!!” “FOX!!!” did nothing to endear me to the said animal.
It shot off quick from whence it came, scarping back into the woods.
In future it might be best if I refrained from shouting my head off like some demented Springwatch presenter.
Got to curb the enthusiasm. Got to cool the hot jets on my eager zeal.
Got to stop getting so bleddy EXCITED!!
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