Sniffing the Streets

By the bins, down the road, in the park, I swore I could smell skunk. I've only smelt it once before, driving in the countryside in the States. Are there skunks in London? It's an unmistakeable smell, or so I thought... dank and green. Then I realised... foxes! They're taking over the city, eating rubbish, staking out the parks. The other day, for reasons of my own, I climbed a fence in a railway carpark to look into a backyard, and there, fast asleep under a tree, curled up like a cat on a nest of crushed grass, was a perfect fairytale fox.