So there I am. Standing out in my garden staring at the wall, deep in non-thought, when I realise I’m looking straight at a paw print. The thing is this paw print is in a brick (not the mortar), in a wall, six feet off the ground. I’m presuming it isn’t one of my cats (Taxi or Velcro). This has been there along time and I believe these bricks belonged to the old house that stood on this site, so it’s probably older than me. Hmmm. Fox, cat, small dog? Time to get my urban tracking head on.
Home, May 2007