Misty

This is the place where the land drops down into a valley, and the bank of cloud in the distance looks like the sea. But it isn’t! There were trees coming out of the mist and the weather looked like it was about to be fabulous, which it was. 20 degrees and sunny, so all the washing got dried  and we pruned the climbing roses on the arch until some friends dropped in and then Mr F decided that there wasn’t time to mow the grass after all.