Not a single visit by Faith to my neighbour’s garden.

I’ve been to Abney Park Cemetery and to Highgate Wood in pursuit of other foxes. No luck.

How about a wildlife park? I find one that has a fox! Despite it being a foggy morning, I rise early to arrive before the crowd. I locate the fox on the map (at Racoon & Co) and make my way over there. I peer inside the habitat, but fail to see any fox. Then I spot the sign: ‘there is currently no fox in this designated area’. O well. Across the path, the racoon steals my heart.

But to my surprise something else happened. I witnessed the morning light shining through the trees. It was a magical moment. When have I ever found myself in a forest on an incredibly foggy morning after a night of heavy thunderstorms in the middle of summer exactly when the first rays of sun are breaking through the fog? Never. And with a camera in my hand? Never never.

Which made me reflect on T.S. Eliot’s words:

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.