After such a foggy night, I wasn’t surprised to find the world still damp and cold this morning. The fog was so dense, in fact, that I had to use my imagination to see the familiar sight of Devil’s Peak rising up into the sky at the end of our road.
Droplets of fog were even dangling off the decorative spikes on the automatic gate.
It’s quite enough to make one do a u-turn and crawl back under the warm blankets with a steaming mug of hot chocolate and a riveting book.
Speaking of which… please excuse me. I may be back later.