Misty

Came across this resigned looking horse at a place called Gaggin on the way home today. He seemed to be blending into the muddy background with an air of acceptance of the wintry mist that had descended. The first real feel of the darkness of winter was in the air. Gaggin is a little twisty crossroads now, nothing more, used to be a rail junction once upon a time I think. There's one of those old mile markers there, for some reason they always remind me of David Copperfield on the road trying to find his Aunt Betsey Trotwood.