Murky

I'm back-blipping more of last week's photos.

Wednesday was gloomy and damp, and a rather difficult and dispiriting day. When I walked to the village with a letter to post, the downs were softly outlined forms, fuzzy in the mist. When I returned, less than half and hour later, the hilltops had disappeared entirely, and even the giant poplar at the bottom of our orchard was a looming, ill-defined shadow.