Weather contrasts we just love them, the early evening was clear with a beautiful blue sky and six mile visibility, even when the two terriers were turfed out to water the garden at ten thirty that night the black face of the sky remained clear with stars clearly visible and the Milky Way putting on a great show.
And so to bed and when we get up the morning to repeat the the night-time ritual with the two terriers we're greeted with fog. Absolute magic, now you see the landscape and now you don't. Spider jewels and necklaces everywhere, as there always are in these conditions, and the terriers come back in from their garden adventures beaded like the spider's webs and damp from the moisture in the air.
Out on the early morning walk, or patrol as the two terriers would have it, and the landscape has taken on that ethereal magical feel that the fog always brings, totally different to the same conditions in the evening where as the light weakens there's always a more spooky touch and feeling about your surroundings. Darkness and fog, I wouldn't think that was a good combination four or five hundred years ago.