Suzanne Harrington: Who let the urban foxes out camping?
Suzanne's children were brought up on a diet of festivals, camping, and compost loos.
Let’s take your kids camping — five words to strike terror into the heart of an urban fox whose idea of wilderness is Hyde Park after 6pm. Mr Fox, born and bred in Hackney, has only been camping once before in his entire life — with me, last summer, wild camping in a forest — and is still scarred from the fact that there were no loos in the woods. No loos and no lattes.
Let’s take your kids camping, I suggest this summer. Like him, they are urban fox cubs, who know how to cross busy roads and how to avoid getting mugged for their lunch money, but wouldn’t know a magpie from a cockatoo, and think blackberries come from Tesco. They possess not a pair of wellies between them.
