Fenland mist

Murk, murk and more murk especially down by the river. The morning was spent with the accountant and the rest of the day cursing a clock with ships' striking (one to eight bells striking every thirty minutes and repeating the sequence every four hours.) The clock is ticking nicely and striking correctly except their is a faint 'ting' at ten to the hour which I have not managed to eliminate despite two hours of tiny adjustments. I have plenty of patience but it is not limitless!