This morning (Friday) I was feeling desperate to get out of the house and get some fresh air.
P was up a ladder doing painterly things and I had exhausted my limited enthusiasm for housework tasks.
I decided to go for a short walk along the lane as we are still in lockdown and not supposed to venture far from home.
Just as I reached the top of our drive the fog came down. I decided to carry on regardless, wearing my hi-viz tabard with the "deaf" warning logo as protection.
The fog rolled lazily up and over the fields as I walked, sometimes obscuring the lane then rolling back to reveal the sun. The trees appeared then disappeared, like ghosts. It was quite eerily beautiful.