No, the London Fox isn't some very lovely woman who shops at Harrods, I'm speaking of real, live red furred, black stockinged chase 'em on horses, foxes. They are rampant in London. We've noticed them particularly because the flat we've rented backs onto Burgess Park and the back part of the garden is home to a fox. The neighbour's back garden has hosted a vixen and her kits this summer too apparently. We'd not think much of the phenomena but for the fact that fox piss, etc. stinks!
The lovely back garden was off limits due to the stink. If you were nose blind, it wasn't a big deal, but otherwise, the odour was overwhelming. We did have a lovely gin and tonic eve our first week, but after that it was just too much. On the other hand, after the torrential rains of the past few days have cleaned the air and the beautiful back garden is an idyll with the candelabra and overhanging jasmine, ivy and wisteria. I also invested in one of those 'as advertised' scented candles, that is doing a really good job.
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| CJA finally enjoying the back area of the garden once we had two days straight of torrential rain and we found the super strong ROSE scented candles! |
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| Sarah enjoying the front of the back garden area... much less stinky! |
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The view to the back garden... absolutely lovely! Andrew really does a lovely job keeping this garden area beautiful.
Be glad the back area of the photo is not scratch and sniff! |
These urbanized fox are well loved and embraced as part of the landscape. Even more interesting, they aren't particularly habituated to humans. Yes, they eat the garbage occasionally, but more often they are eating the mice. Not long ago Isla had a bit of bad food and had to go out in the middle of the night. The blood curdling howls from the fox were enough to make my hair stand on end lying in bed hearing them through the window. Christopher, who had taken Isla out, said it was even creepier being out in the field and hearing the cry up close and personal (he says the only scream that sounded worse was when Isla shattered her leg as a puppy... these were much more creepy). If you've been a fan of British drama for a while, and you've been watching a nice little Agatha Christie and heard some awful noise during a scene filmed at night, that was probably a fox.
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| For some strange reason... the smell of manky fox didn't bother Isla too much! |
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| A different kind of LONDON FOX! |
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