I have always been fascinating by foggy mornings. It reminding me of mornings I spent trekking up the hills of Phen-y-Ghent in the Yorkshire Dales, being rewarded later with glorious view of the valleys. And also the numerous morning walks on trails leading me into waterfalls, carrying my camera around. Those were glorious mornings.
It was 17 degrees out there when I woke up this morning, and the fog still lingered when I got out of the shower. I was sure that the morning sun would soon clear it up, in time for breakfast. The boys were still fast asleep, and today would be the last full day we would be spending here.
The boys were still complaining about wifi - of the lack of it - last night, but the cold weather soon brought them to sleep. Getting ready for breakfast then .....
