Urban Fox

On a quiet back street in Leytonstone, a lone fox stands in a pool of light, next to a fallen section of wooden fencing. No traffic stirs in the road; the few vans and cars scattered alongside the pavement are empty and abandoned for the night.

The fox stands his ground, relaxed in what is, at this hour, his territory. His ears, nose and eyes are all alert to the possibility of prey, companionship or danger.

Something on the far side of the fence catches his interest, and with an unhurried leap over the fallen fence section, he is gone.