Misty morning

This morning had an eerie but serene beauty about it.

Not only was there silence upon the hills & vales of Saddleworth surrounding the house, a thick mask of mist & fog had laid itself down around us.

"The sheep have disappeared in the white, Mummy!" I heard cry beside me as we talked up the path.

I managed to take this just before the sighs of
"Stop taking photos.... You take then of everything...."

Maybe i do, but it was a sight that could have all too easily been seen but then as easily been forgotten- & it was too lovely for that.