Fog and yet more fog

      The weather that we are enjoying reminds me of the opening lines of the second paragraph of Charles Dickens' Bleak House.

"Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it flows defiled among the tiers of shipping. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights... and hovering in the rigging of great ships."

      Paraphrased but that is what we've had this past few days. The Terriers come back sparkling with moisture although it's not raining, the moisture just hangs in the air. The fog comes and goes and then it rolls back in again across the Fen, start wandering and you could lose your sense of direction and get lost if you didn't know the area. Well I'm out tomorrow Pike fishing on the foggy Fen whether the fog clears or not so it will simply be a case of absorbing the special atmosphere. Breathing it in you could say.





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