I leant out of the window at dusk to take this picture. These elusive creatures intrigue me with their enigmatic presence, their self possession and their fearless grace. There’s something heart-stopping about coming eye-to-eye with one on a midnight street, and it never ceases to amaze me to see them here in Spitalfields. In spring, I am sometimes kept awake by the cubs playing in the yard and often when I eat dinner in the garden, a fox will appear in the shadows drawn by the smell of roast chicken and then approach, circling the table, sizing me up. We have a relationship based on mutual fascination.