Play Misty for me

Known becomes unknown,
Opaquely cloaked in silver,
When clouds fall to earth.

Our caravan trip was brought to an abrupt end on Sunday night with a phone call from Greg to say that Sadie had run off into the night and he couldn't find her. Poor lad had spent over an hour looking for her, but had work early the next day. I told him to go to bed and we grabbed a few things and headed home in the car .... luckily we weren't staying all that far away.

Just about to turn into our lane when we caught some eyes in the headlights ... there was Sadie walking up the middle of the A272! ... Mark jumped out and grabbed her. Naughty girl ... not my favourite creature at the moment!

Anyway, there is no point staying cross with a dog as they won't understand why you are sulking, so it was off the usual morning walk..... it was wonderfully misty.

If you look closely you can see the ghost of Buxted Park Hotel in the background .... (this is how it looks without the mist).

Misty