Tyson Fury spotted posing topless in Scots town as boxing legend chats with stunned locals
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TYSON FURY has fought in the world's biggest cities and the grandest stages.
So a small Scottish town might not be where you'd expect to find him!
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Tyson Fury retired at the beginning of the year
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Fury has been spotted taking a stroll through a small Scottish town
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He's also stayed at a caravan park in the north of Scotland
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Fury, 36, is one of the greatest fighters of all time and held several world heavyweight championships during his storied career.
The Gypsy King beat superstars such as Wladimir Klitschko and Deontay Wilder as he negotiated 35 professional fights without a single defeat.
That maiden loss came at the hands of Oleksandr Usyk via split decision in May last year.
The duo did battle again in a hotly anticipated rematch in December with Usyk once again the winner, this time via unanimous decision.
In January this year, Fury announced his retirement from professional boxing - although not for the first time.
While he might not be preparing to get back in the ring any time soon, Fury remains a very busy man.
Fury stars in his own Netflix series, At Home with the Furys, which was a huge hit during its initial run in 2023.
It features the boxing superstar and his family, including wife Paris and brother Tommy.
It's coming back for a second series and it appears that's what has brought Fury to Scotland.
He made it to the VERY north of the country, staying in a caravan park in John O'Groats.
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Sharing a couple of snaps of the boxing legend, John O'Groats Caravan and Camping Site said: "
We were delighted to host the one and only 'Gypsy King' Mr Tyson Fury and his family at the John O Groats Caravan and Camping Site!!
"It was a pleasure to have them all stay with us!"
He's also been spotted in Grantown-on-Spey, putting an extremely striking appearance!
In a video posted on Instagram, Fury could be seen walking through the small town of just 2,500 people TOPLESS - and wearing a kilt.
He also had a tartan tie around his neck, despite the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt.
Stunned locals could be seen approaching the Gypsy King, rather unsurprisingly shocked to see the superstar taking a stroll through the town.
Excited punters could be seen running up to Fury with their phones desperate for a selfie, with the former champ only too happy to oblige as he stopped to pose for a snap.
Fury tagged Netflix in the post and was with a camera crew, so it certainly appears he's been in the north of Scotland filming content for the upcoming second series of his show.
He made an appearance at Soccer Aid over the weekend too.
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Fury greeted locals in Grantown-on-Spey
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The boxing great made an appearance at Soccer Aid on Sunday night
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