There was a dense fog outside yesterday morning.
So I grabbed my camera and walked down to the pond while I waited for my water to boil.
I walked down the dock to the covered part at the end. Birds are nesting in the rafters at the moment, and there is a stunning amount of bird droppings underneath. I didn’t step all the way in.
No, that’s not bird poo on the railing there. I think.
By this point, the sun had risen a few inches. Temperature rising; fog burning off.
I went back inside, and Sara had finished making the tea for us. English Breakfast in the fog.