At five a.m. the next morning, Tommy walked a delighted Butch through early morning mists, passing the block of high-rise flats near Childwall Valley road and onto the Childwall High School playing fields. Binoculars raised, Tommy appeared to the world the quintessential man and dog out bird watching. For a moment, he spied what looked like a fox dashing to the disused railway line.

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