A FRIEND tells us a tale of a fox she saw in the snow back in January. It was during
the night but the snow made the scene as clear as day. Someone had built a snowman
on the playing fields opposite her house in Wakefield. The fox (one of a group of
three, I think she said) ran up to the snowman and jumped on it, then ran back a
few paces and looked back, as if waiting to see if there was any reaction. It ran
at it again a couple of times, eventually knocking the head off the snowman.
Glossy magazines are fresh each month while at the same time being reassuringly familiar
in content and outlook. I drew these in the hairdressers this morning and the facade
(right), once a newsagents, now a mobile phone shop, as I waited for Barbara and
her mum in Ossett marketplace.