Low lying pre-dawn fog settling overfrozen turf turned the countryside nostalgically sepia this morning, with the only modern intrusion floating eerily above the scene. Nevertheless it was a pleasant walk, striding across the frozen mud and down into the fog, the sky brightening above us. The fog had almost lifted by the time we walked back up the field track, and there was a noticable increase in temperature when we returned through the kissing gate back onto the Lane.
