Another foggy morning, perhaps unsurprising at this time of the year. More fog that mist this morning, distinctly gloomy down by the river, and also distinctly chilly despite the easterly wind dropping, a morning for gloves, the first time this season. It was only when I climbed up out of the fog, and the sky brightened that the fog coalesced into a misty layer skirting the village of Huncote. By the time that I was cycling to work the mist was dispersing under a bright orange sun and glowing sky.
