The last conversation I had at the beer festival was with the lass at the entrance about chickens, and how a fox had killed one.

Walking down Arden Road I heard movement down the path to Furnace Green Drive. There were foxes. Definitely 2, probably 3. The nearest was a cub. The one or two further down were harder to be sure of.

I walked down the path and the cub jumped out! It seemed to have jumped just coz it felt like it. It took it several seconds to notice me; blink several times; and trot slowly into the bushes. If I had been running, and wanting to do harm, there could have been a flying fox.