A Misty Sunday Morning…
Branches like claws grasping the mist
Rather despairing of our weather forecasters…..Sunday was supposed to be bright for most of the day before rain later – which would also be the bench mark for next week. So full of anticipation we were ready to head out and make the most of the promised sunshine.
Sadly the day just got darker with early mist turning into fog.
Despite that rather depressive atmosphere the woods did as always provide an invigorating walk….and even a bit of colour to the day..
Last years Beech leaves hanging on for just as long as they can, all wet from the swirling mist that blends seamlessly with the bare trunks of the Silver Birch.
But for the most part it is just a ghostly grey changing silhouettes and deception of distance.
And now it is raining…at least that part of their prediction has come to pass. Sometimes I think they could get rid of their computer models and purchase a new Pine Cone or a piece of Seaweed….couldn’t be any less accurate.
(C) David Oakes 2017