Get home and doze in the hammock in the garden with a good book: what a fine way to end a fine day. I can listen and see some interesting urban wildlife there, including a visitor that was low on my expected list. On waking slowly and looking up, I saw a fox in the garden. We made eye contact, he was evaluating the threat from me, I was looking on in surprise and trying not to alarm him. Then turned  tail & slipped out through the gap in the fence. After a while- I noticed that he was still there, curled up and waiting just outside the boundary fence.  He looked up, eyeing me up with one side of his face hidden behind the fnce. Why would he stay there? Why not continue his patrol?
There is a big pile of branches, twigs and other stuff on the top left of the garden, that set me thinking- for years we’d assumed that it was a home for hedgehogs. But now there is the possibility that it is a den: a den for foxes. The photo below is of low quality, but at least I managed to sneak into the house and get the camera.
Looking here, I worry that he has mange.