My building is in the middle of an industrial estate, which itself is in an area which is partly urban but very close to wilderness and parkland. As I was cycling out tonight on my way to the main road - at 5.30pm and in broad daylight - something caught my eye. Behind the chainlink fence, in the middle of the social work department's transport section, stood a fox, looking at me.
I'm convinced that if I'd been in a car the engine noise would have scared it away or I wouldn't have seen it anyway. I've been feeling gloomy this week following the death of a cyclist in Edinburgh, but knowing that cycling gave me the opportunity to see a fox so close has cheered me up.