Fox in the park

Fox in the park

Something startled him. He darted like an arrow, russet-brown, still slightly fluffy, out of the wildflower corner and up to the tennis courts, where he wheeled around. He was fully alive, wide-eyed at his surroundings, astonished at finding out that he could run. A...
Laughing matters in the park?

Laughing matters in the park?

Catherine D muses about whippits (the items, not the canines)Unsightly litter in the park often meets the eye. Such rubbish has to be picked up, shoved wearily into ghoulish black bags and disposed of. Invariably, one asks oneself, holding up a discarded umbrella, a...
Confessions of a litter picker

Confessions of a litter picker

Catherine D. spills the beans but not the litter “You’re under arrest.” Two Police Community Support Officers (PCSOs) judder to a halt beside me, swerving on their bicycles. “On what charge?” “Possession of a large number of cannabis packets. And whippits.” “But...