October greetings to our friends and readers all around the world. We hope by now you’ve all enjoyed the autumn issue of Slightly Foxed.
As the build-up to Christmas in all of its fun and exhausting glory fast approaches, the office foxes have been wondering if they could abandon the scaffold-clad confines of Hoxton Square for a spell in the forest. But then who would greet Paul from Smith Settle with the winter haul in a few weeks’ time, hand-write gift messages, swaddle parcels in tape, scribble Please leave behind large toadstool to the left of the gnome or If out, please leave with neighbours at no. 7 or no. 11. Not no. 10, they cannot be trusted and the like on sturdy cardboard envelopes, and wrestle postbags downstairs for our cheery postman to collect each day? No! It simply won’t do. We are far too fond of our readers and conscious of their literary present requirements for that so, for this month’s mailing, we’re making do with a spot of armchair escapism with Brendon Chase instead.
Do read on for an extract, introduced with a snippet of Helena Drysdale’s lovely article in the current issue of Slightly Foxed.
With best wishes from the SF office staff – Jennie, Anna, Olivia, Hattie and Helen
– and the office dogs, Chudleigh, Stanley and Tarka