Killed for vanity

HOW lovely to see the pictures of Wilf, the tame silver fox (Mail).

The first and last time I saw one of these stunning animals was when, aged eight, Aunty Mimmy took me to a silver fox farm, where she chose one to wear.

The next time I saw her, this poor creature’s magnificent pelt was slung across her shoulder, with the addition of beady glass eyes.

I found the experience so traumatic, I have campaigned against the wearing of fur ever since. ANGELA HUMPHERY,

London NW3.