Yesterday morning, as we walked down the footpath leading from our Lane down to the brook a couple of fields away, we could see low lying mist blanketing the fields in front of us, promising endless photo-opportunities, but, although we had waited for as long as we could for the sun to rise, the light was still distinctly grey. In the field by the river trees rose out of the mist, and the long grasses were connected by dense white dew-laden spider’s webs, glistening and flowing between the tussocks of grass. Photographing the droplet-laden threads required more light, patience, time and a tripod, but I had none of these, and so instead pointed my lens upwards to the treetops silhouetted against the brightening sky.
A hare leapt out of the blanket of mist just a few feet from us, sprinting away from the dogs, with just the tips of its ears visible above the ground hugging fog. Neither of the dogs saw the hare, and to my surprise neither scented it either – usually both Lesia and Tia would pick up the scent in seconds, both galloping along the hedgerow in a vain attempt the catch the hare.
The mist thinned as we returned back to the Lane, and the sun remained below the horizon. The photo-opportunities had not quite achieved expectations.
