The Wilden Marsh Blog


I pulled into the layby at the south marsh entrance this evening, opened my car boot and removed my bag and jacket. My nose twitched at the unmistakable niff of rotting carcass. A dead fox lay stretched out on the ground not more than a couple of metres away. The south marsh fox has copped it, I thought. I didn’t fancy getting close enough to examine or poke at it. Eau de Long Dead Fox is not one of… Read More