There was a time when I empathised with foxes. Harried from pillar to post by baying hounds and chinless wonders. That was until I read an article about a fox that had travelled a record breaking 40 miles from its home. I was not impressed.
Foxes have got it easy. If I want to make it into the Guinness Book of World Records, I'm required to crack a couple of hundred walnuts with my forehead or eat a Vauxall Astra.