At around 6:30 am, I heard what sounded like a dogfight in the back garden. I turned over and said to HWMBO: "I'll bet there are foxes out there." He said he didn't think so.
When I came downstairs at 7:15 to make breakfast, there were indeed two foxes in the back garden. They were no longer fighting, but one was curled up in front of our back door and the other one was halfway up the garden. That one has retreated under a tarpaulin in the next garden, but the first one is still curled up in front of the back door, seemingly asleep.
I have some pictures, but they will have to wait until I can make them smaller to fit onto a regular blog page. The gas fitter came to examine the boiler, and he had to go into the back garden to check on the flue. I was a bit nervous that the fox would either attack him or run into the house, which would be a disaster. Luckily, when he opened the back door the fox ran away. It has now come back, though.
More as it happens. You wouldn't expect this level of wildlife activity in the centre of a big city like London, but there you go.
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