Up at six thirty to a clear blue sky and beautiful golden sunshine, out go the two Jack Russells for a pee while I make a pot of tea. The sound of dogs barking to be let back in after their ablutions and in the space of five minutes the sun has gone.
The fog is back, rolling in across the fields and through the orchards on a light breeze, I wonder who flicked that switch for such a radical weather change? One day soon Spring should arrive, well, you'd hope so.
Ah well, back to the morning newspaper and the tea, a good plan I reckon.