A thick pall of fog covered the whole ridge to day. It was a very erie feeling standing in the middle of a field and not been able to see the boundaries, either North, South East, or West. And with no wind I could hear a dog barking way in the distance and a grey squirrel scolding us from an invisible tree nearby.
The trees looked very ghostly, looming out of the fog one minute then disappearing again as more fog closed in.
There was a vicious chill in the air that made me glad I’d put on my goose down waistcoat under my Barbour jacket.
“Beattie”, my black Labrador, loved it though, as she snuffled along in the wet grass following a scent. Suddenly she dived to the ground, rolled over and began to “swim” through the wet grass. Then she leapt to her feet and started to do “wheelies”charging round and round and disappearing into the mist!
When I whistled she came bounding back to me with a happy grin on her face.