Yesterday, cool grey air swirled around us, leaving misty droplets on my eyelashes and making Willow's coat twinkle. The horizon was greyed out and the rest of the world appeared hidden.
We walked out of the village, up on to the ridge, sploshed through the playing fields, along the road before dropping down into the neighbouring hamlet.
The weight of the mist dulled sounds giving a strange eery feeling - almost liberating!
I stopped briefly to chat to a farmer who has been reroofing one of his sheds however his two helpers had called time, jumped in their van and were driving off. The farmer was feeling deflated and muttered things about the unreliable state of agency staff. He looked cold and dejected then suddenly a defiant spark ... He was off to ring the company who'd come recommended and give them a blasting.
We returned home after about an hour, Willow was absolutely famished and fell upon her food which such gusto I am sure she inhaled the entire meal in milliseconds.
She now has fallen asleep with twitching paws - think she enjoyed her walk.
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