On a very foggy Sunday afternoon we set off for a walk without much hope of seeing very much. A robin perched on a gate a few feet away was difficult to make out. A very somber and subdued atmosphere pervaded. On climbing up to the old railway line, there was a definite suggestion of sunshine above, giving us a hint that it would be worth heading for higher ground,. We went on up through King's Wood to Cross Plain and as we climbed, the fog thinned to mist and the woodland became bathed in an ethereal light.

Emerging from the woods we walked out along Cross Plain and were greeted by a magnificent scene, blue skies above a sea of mists stretching from horizon to horizon. The mist was gently swirling and washing like waves along the hillsides. We felt as though we were on top on the world. And there we stayed until the light began to fade. Walking home back into the mists and then again into thick fog I wondered how many people must have spent their day in the fog thinking "What a dull day".