Watching wildlife fro hides is something I'm used to and, although I am 6ft 2in, I will often spend hours cramped into tiny spaces just to capture the ‘right' moment. But this was May's heat wave and it was stifling inside the Wendy house.

Luckily, the majority of the fox antics happened early in the morning between 5-9am and in the late afternoon from 5:30pm onwards, when the weather was cooler.

These foxes have adapted to urban life. They have even partly overcome their instinctive wariness of people. They are quite unfazed by alarming sounds like law- mowers. I even watched the vixen negotiate busy roads with relative ease.

She was quite content eating chicken carcasses from a bowl left out for her by a well-meaning neighbour and dog food that I put out for her. Yet she retained her ‘wild' fox instincts, eating mice and rabbits. She also developed a liking for garden birds, specifically blackbirds and collared doves, which I hadn't seen before.

I enjoyed watching intimate moments between the vixen and her cubs as she carefully groomed them in turn – interestingly she seemed to have chosen a favourite, which she gave special attention to.

Over the last few years I must have taken a meagre handful of good photographs of fox cubs, despite waking at 4am to try to catch them before they take refuge in their den for the day.

In that one week in the Wendy house I took more than 2500 photographs often romping cubs and their mother, it was one of my most successful wildlife trips.

And I saw and learned more about foxes than I have in my whole life.

Fox at Dawn limited edition print by Robert Fuller. Click here for details.