Early on an October Sunday morning and the sun rises through the mist. When you stand and watch the sun carefully the speed of ascent is remarkably quick and after a chilly night the speed with which the mists are burnt off is truly remarkable too.
In the space of half an hour the mist has almost gone and the prospect of a gloriously sunny day is anticipated. Later that morning we headed deeper into Norfolk and the visibility was, finally, about twenty five yards and the headlights were on.
The only consistent thing about weather in West Norfolk is its inconsistency.
