Julian Cope presents Head Heritage

On the way from Long Compton to the Rollrights today, a young male fox trotted across the field in front of us. The field had some great medieval ridge and furrow running up it, the fox disappearing into the furrows, only his ears visible, then back up onto the rdges. He was not at all wary (hence why I think he was quite young) and actually stopped every few yards to look at us - and let us get a few photos too! After a while, he headed under a fence into the next field, then back down towards the village.

Hope he's not out and about next Sunday, as I think there may be local hunt riding (gak!).