Here Lies Mr Fox

Went for a stroll around the garden yesterday afternoon and found a fox. This youngish fox was beautiful, but sadly dead.

I couldn't determine how he came to be lying between the black bamboo and the hydrangea near the pond, nor how he came to be stone cold. After some contemplation I buried him down the garden near the Oak. The Stags watched curiously.

I scratched a piece of Portland stone with the words "Here Lies Mr Fox - Oct 2003" and laid it on top...

I'll plant something there in spring.

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