Misty Morning and No Time

Last visit to see mum and dad before Christmas, spent mainly trying to untangle my parents' finances in readiness for my mum's transfer from hospital to care home. I left a Santa hat hoping my brother can persuade my dad to wear it tomorrow.  The nurses keep whispering 'Santa' each time he appears on the ward, and with his implausible wild white beard, he definitely fits the bill.

This is a shot of morning mist on Culter Fell, from just outside their house.

'I felt the night
Inside my head, like the one outside it, fade
Till its last shadow swallowed its last shade.'
(Norman MacCaig, 'Misty Morning and No Time')