Fog

Yesterday morning the fog was so dense that the sound of the 8am church bells, from just 2 kms away, was muffled and dull-sounding.

Regardless, I prefer this type of weather to extreme cold, or wretched snow.

So far our winter has been reasonably kind. We've had just a couple of sub-zero nights, plenty of rain, and plenty of the above; cool misty mornings.

Snow drops are in flower, Daffs are coming up, and Daylilies are sprouting all over. In the orchard, the Peach and Cherry trees are already showing their fruiting buds.

I recently had to buy new gumboots, as my last pair were leaking badly; so, with ancient Barbour, waterproof wellies, 'Hunter' socks, thermal gloves, silly Russian style hat, and a sort of puffer waistcoat thingy (is that what they're called?), I'm now prepared for whatever nature can throw at the fan. It can even bloody snow if it likes; I shall remain warm and dry, even if I can't see much further than beyond the big Pear tree.

p.s. It may be of interest. Princess Anne's first husband, Cap't Mark Phillips, was given the name 'Fog' by Prince Charles. He was viewed as 'thick and wet'; the name stuck, and it was used by the whole royal family. They were pleased to be shot of him!