Monty

This is the cutest little fox cub ever!

Sitting in a tiny hide watching him play on the grass was lovely but for me felt more like a scene from 'Bridge on the River Kwai', this afternoon. The heat was staggering with the sun beaming down on the roof in a confined space with no ventilation. I felt like Alec Guinness when he was locked in the sweat box as a punishment! I've probably lost pounds in the sauna-like conditions. Swings and roundabouts! :)

Am calling him Monty, as it's June 6th - in commemoration of this date 70 years ago.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.