It's not been a particularly inspiring few week weather wise. I like winter, but even I have struggled to muster any enthusiasm about the relentless damp, cold and flat white skies that have greeted me most mornings recently. So imagine my excitement when the mist descended! This blog title is a quote from Oscar Wilde and I couldn't agree more.
I like drama in my weather. For example, I can cope with a little wind and rain (coming home is even more welcoming after getting rained on). I love the blinding light and beauty of a covering of virgin snow or glittering hoar frost on the landscape. Incidentally, check out this little video taken in between blogs after one such frost. I've never experienced a thaw like it - shards of ice falling from the trees.
As for mist, it's really what many people associate with the UK - a patchwork quilt of a miniaturised landscape covered by a blanket of visibility compromising moisture. It exemplifies our reliably unreliable climate and adds mystery and intrigue worthy of a tale from Arthur Conan Doyle.
I'll go with the mystery theme for reasons which will become apparent. We headed out into the mist for a 5 mile walk through an ever changing landscape, starting with a cluster of silver birch trees. I was later thrilled that this image was selected and featured on the Instagram account Capturing Britain.
We were joined for some of the route by a very vocal Robin. I thought he was being friendly, but knowing how territorial they can be, I suspect he was warning us to keep moving.