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Tour De Bicycles And A Fox
Luce Smith, Features Writer
Fox photo by airwolfhound
Percy has been a victim of bad parking syndrome. You know the type, the ones who think they can get their 4x4 into a 1 metre spot, or the ones who look at the pretty flowers whilst reversing into a car space.

Admittedly, it's bound to happen when I didn't buy a house with its own parking facilities. I have to rely (and pay more on my car Insurance), on being able to park on a very narrow, very busy, single lane road.

I was trained to do this as a teenager, driving my Dad's long wheelbased Land Rover. We lived in the middle of nowhere, and had a mile long steep narrow lane to drive up, with no lay-bys or turning spots. If you met an oncoming vehicle, you could always tell if they were tourists taking a 'scenic route', the sheer look of panic on their faces! I'd knock it into reverse, and zoom off in reverse until they could get passed. I would love to drive one of those now, it would sound like a machine compared to Percy! And would look good with a weathered look, whereas Percy looked good all glossy and smooth. Ah well, it's the slippery slope down now to look like a scrap heap!

I'm not sure what I want to tell you about first, the Tour De bicycles, or the live fox. The latter is more exciting for me to be honest, so I'll tell you about the bikes first 'n get it over with.

Don't get me wrong, I love Yorkshire, and I love road bikes. I also love it when crowds get together with common interests. There was a definite buzz in the town centre, we had more rubbish bins, bunting everywhere, and roads closed.

We decided to walk up to the top of the hill to watch the cyclists come up and zip past. Conveniently, there was a pub too. Last time we went to the pub, we were the only ones in, and my partner wasn't amused that no one was showing the Liverpool match (due to a local game going on), so I had gone for a drive with talk sport on, in effort to diffuse the mood!

We stopped for a drink, and the lovely landlord felt sorry for me, and put talk sport on the radio, using a coat hanger to get good signal. No joke! Was so funny! We played pool, so that he could win, as I play a shocking round of pool. Is it a round? Or a match? Whatever, we were on our own. Unlike race day. We walked in and had to join the masses at the bar! It was so busy, that mr sensible asked for two pints, as it was going to take a long time to be served! I was just jealous I was potentially driving later.....

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Anyway, the cars came by, with horns beeping and the motorbikes came past making it all formal. Not long now. So I thought. They finally did appear cycling over the brow of the hill, but to be honest, I didn't know any of them, so it was very impersonal, but I gave a "whoop whoooooooop!" Just to show willing. And that was that. Great for the local pub which must have taken a month's earning in 4 hours, but not the highlight or my weekend.

What was the highlight, was walking down a path, and then stopping still, due to a fox coming towards us on the same path. A live fox. Real. Breathing. Not road kill. This was the first time I have ever seen a fox! It was amazing! I'm a country girl and have never seen one. Are they really rural creatures now?

I didn't move, and expected the fox to run off. It didn't, it stood still staring at us, checking us out. It then came a bit nearer. Obviously a brave animal!

I was fascinated by it. They really are beautiful creatures, really pretty and 'foxy'. It came a bit closer, then on realising we weren't going to move, it dived over the hedge into the hedgerow. We carried on the walk and I kept looking back to see if it could be seen again, but sadly it didn't show its face again.

Wow. It was incredible, as was my reaction to seeing one! I have gone through all my years in the countryside seeing dead ones, and finally, I get to meet a live fox. Brilliant!

I drove home in Percy, still smiling after seeing the fox, and forgetting the scratch on Percy. I'd get home and give him a good bath. Such fun!

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Tour De Bicycles And A Fox, 24th May 2017, 9:44 AM