Late this morning Helen and Bill visited to leave presents. This saved us a journey because we were able to exchange ours for them and their grandchildren.
This afternoon, shortly after sunset, Jackie drove me to Holmsley Passage and back.
A grey pony’s coat pierced the gloom of the moorland;
the headlights of a car reflected on the damp tarmac pierced the gloom of the Passage.
Small pockets of ground mist rose from moorland there,
and beside Wootton Bridge.
This evening we all dined on Hordle Chinese Take Away’s excellent fare, with which I finished the Douro, Jackie drank Diet Pepsi, and Flo and Dillon drank fruit cordial.
After such a raid in a damp in a muddy path leads you to a needed cleaning of the car ( a Modus ?)
In friendship
Michel
A lovely photograph of the mist beside Wootton Bridge. I almost expected to see the Royal Marines come charging out of it!
It looks like your end of December posts are getting re-posted. I had notifications for three in my in-box this morning.
I did as well.
Thank you! 💙
You’re welcome!
You’re welcome.
Very atmospheric. Love the mist and romantic gloom.
Lovely misty pictures.
The foggy countryside reminds me of scenes in old-time movies in black and white. Good stuff!
Ground mist is very atmospheric. We get is often around here too. I wonder if soldiers trapped in time ever appear in the mist.