So, when does mist become fog, or vice-versa? First thing, valley filled with fog. By mid morning thick hanks of mist clinging to hillsides, and sun trying to come out. Cold.
Did a quick once round the park. Damp.
On the way back, a seagull crapped on my shoulder, which I know is supposed to be lucky, but I was not best pleased. Got home and put fleece in washing machine, thinking, must remember to Chec (it's) hov. Hmn.
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