Spotted now and then at the bottom of our urban London garden over the years has been a fox. If we were lucky, it might appear once or twice a year during the day, probably looking for food and leaving footprints in the snow - have a look here.
Yesterday morning from the kitchen window we saw not one fox, but two. And they weren't lurking at the end of the garden, they were roaming on the lawn and then curled up together to sleep under the apple tree. If I'd managed to get a photo of them, they might have looked something like this, only a bit more scruffy and well, Londonish.