Every morning, for about the past year, a fox trots past our bedroom window at 6.20 in the morning.
I am an early riser and I see it as I drink my early morning tea; what is amazing is that even when the clocks changed, it continued its walk up and down, inspecting the hedgerow at the same time.
In order to paint this I had to draw from a stuffed fox from the amazing collection held by Hampshire Museum’s Service. This was lovely to see the texture of the fur and the variety of colours in the coat.