Saturday dawned bright and sunny, a beautiful morning and I decided to drive a little way to a hill with good views for my walk. As it was such a nice day I packed a flask of coffee in my rucksack.
As I got nearer I drove into the mist and by the time I had parked the car it was quite dense. Power lines faded into the distance
and trees became visible only as I walked towards them.
It felt quite eerie.
The cobwebs on the wheat were pretty.
The shapes of the trees were silhouetted against grey nothingness.
I stopped for my coffee but there was no view.
It was a bit chilly too, first time for mitts this autumn.
Then, as I walked back to the car, slowly the mist lifted.
It was magical as more and more of the countryside came into view.
By the time I reached the car it was clear.
I have been feeling a bit foggy myself lately. August has been good, I have some holiday photos to post, but underlying worries about ageing parents and their deteriorating health are never far from my mind. Living at a distance from family members is not easy and I hope we can sort out some solutions to the situation. I must remind myself that this time will pass and we will get something in place in the same way that the mist clears away on a foggy day.