Living Dangerously

I was out for a lunchtime walk today. Following my previous idea of walking in places I’d never been before I followed a path through the forest without being too sure where it was going to end up.
Then I came across this sign…
Warning - Risk area, shooting range
I listened carefully - no one was shooting - and carried on along the path, arriving a minute or two later at the actual shooting range.
In the middle of the open area, between the guns (had there been any) and the targets, was a fox sitting in the sun. After a few seconds Mr(s) Fox noticed me watching and loped off.
I continued on and emerged shortly after that onto a small road I knew from previous adventures. 2 km later I was back at work, returning from my 7 km walk as my colleagues returned from lunch.