Fifty shades of green
HE fox trots along the silent tideline, seemingly without a care in the world. The shore is almost empty, save two black-backed gulls who sit like a middle-aged couple eating their sandwiches, wordlessly contemplating the vast panorama of the Lake District laid out across the Solway. The fox pauses mid stride, eyeing the huge gulls warily. Then decides that he is a fox after all and this is his manor since the wolves departed, so he won’t
