My desk overlooks the West Coast Main Line as it approaches Euston station through London’s inner suburbs of West Kilburn, between Kensal Green and Queen’s Park.
Every evening, as the light begins to fade and photography gets difficult, the fox family emerge from their den, hidden in the scruffy overgrown scrub and Network Rail supplies dump beneath the Chamberlayne Road.
At least three of them, including cubs, almost fully grown now.
But not quite independent, still playing and learning how to hover up each day’s trainkill and catch the mice in the embankments.
And still learning to live with the full time parade of Virgin Pendolinos and container freight trains.
— Joe Dunckley (@steinsky) July 31, 2016
I don’t think they’ve spotted me yet.