Mist on the Minnis

 

Well, actually, more like fog.

That lovely breeze from the south is laden with moisture which turns into fog when it reaches the warm land mass.

Sunrise on a calm morning.

 

The breeze is a gentle southerly. The squirrels are scampering from under my cycle wheels which are crunching and pinging over a patchy carpet of fallen hazel nuts. Some of the corners are treacherous with a mixture of mud washed from the fields in the recent rainstorm and loose chippings from the potholes.