If there is one thing I really hate, it is fog, followed very closely by freezing fog. I let Maggie out at 6h30 whilst it was still night…bitterly cold, frost covering the dark world and millions of stars twinkling so brightly in the crisp night sky. An hour and a half later the sky had the palest hint of pink and a nice day was expected. Imagine my face when we stepped out for our walk at 8h45 and the whole area was blanketed in thick freezing fog. Visibility was only about 20 metres and there was a really eerie feeling, hardly a sound and any that I did hear was muffled and dull. It felt more like Hallow’een. As the walk progressed it lightened a little and finally the low, watery sun dared to briefly show it’s face. Sadly that was the best effort the sun could manage. I think it’s a day to stay home in front of the fire and venture out only when I need to.

Stay warm.

A bientot