Do you like butter?

One of those strange ethereal days today when our island was wreathed in mist. Not a breathe of wind. Can't hardly see the other side of the field or the sea for a wall of grey cloud but somehow we have a patch of sunshine above us.

Warm, muggy and all the plants covered in tiny glistening globes of water. Swallows swooping low over the garden and the sound of cows happily chewing on lush grass and in the middle of it all these little buttercups with their faces to the sun.

Feels very enclosed and cut off from the world. Kind of pleasantly oppressive. I think if it stayed like this we would all go a bit loopy and swim out into the mist to see what was beyond the cloud.