Mucky

Once again, Malcolm and I set out for our walk this morning in the mist and fog.  Damp and cold, the fog hung around the trees and flowed across the fields like a thick blanket.

When we got to the Manor Floods (Malcolm's Bogwash), it was difficult to see across to the other side.  The sounds of squabbling Coots drifted over the water, through the mist.

Grey was the colour of the day and I was glad I had put my hat on as the temperature stubbornly refused to rise.

Even the Black-headed Gulls on 'Swan Lake' were not looking happy as they huddled together on the fence waiting with unusual patience for someone to turn up with a bread bag.