i spend quite a bit of time of late (when I can get it) exploring the derelict rail infrastructure around this area, I've got used to getting glimpses of foxes darting off. The only encounter that got me was when I put my head round the door of a storage shed and a fox stared back at me for a good 10 seconds before heading off, there was just that moment where I thought 'this is a fairly desperate wild animal with sharp teeth and I'm a big lump of unarmed flesh'.
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