Fog and Forest over Woodenbridge

No more than 3 miles (say 5k) from the front door, the tiny village of Woodenbridge nestles in the Vale of Avoca. High above it, all around are forests on the hills. Coming along a road I haven't been on for ages I was greeted with swirling mists shrouding the trees this morning.
For the record, the night is more like winter than autumn. A howling gale and heavy rain showers. At least it's not actually cold.