A strange upside down sky this morning, I didn't think a couple of Norfolk's finest ales affected me right through to the following morning. A rub of the eyes and it's still upside down, a strange mist or fog blowing along about one hundred feet up but not a breath of wind at ground level.
The two terriers didn't notice at all, a quick pee and back into the warmth. Time for a pot of tea, I think the Rington's 1907 blend this morning.