Morning mist.

When Mum lived down in the village , she would sometimes phone to say how dreadful the weather was, and we would be up in the sunshine.  It was a disadvantage of living beside the river.
You can almost see the Ben in the clouds on the right. The mist disappeared as the day got warmer and we had a pleasantly warm day. Our winter supply of logs arrived so Foloh has stacked them all in the garage.