Not quite the pool on the posh hotel roof or on a mountain side, well it wouldn't be in Fenland, but it certainly heads for infinity in the fog. This photograph was taken one morning earlier this month and the visibility at this point was about thirty yards, an hour later it had dropped to less than twenty yards.
We do enjoy a good, thick, mysterious fog and now we live in the Fens there really is a deeply mysterious twist to the atmosphere when you're out and about.
There's something quite Dickensian or rather Sherlock Holmes about it, or perhaps I read too many books.
