I was waiting to take-off at Brize once, when a bunch of mounted fox murderers appeared at the other end of the aerodrome pursuing a fox. As they came to the fence, they came rapidly to a halt, no doubt muttering various curses as their hounds were called back.... The fox nipped through the wire, trotted across the tarmac, then looked around before 'assuming the position' and depositing a load of fox-poo before happily going on its way. "That to you, Jorrocks and all your wretched Pink-coated kin", I could imagine it was saying!