When we looked out of the bedroom window this morning everything was white. It's still foggy now, around midday, but finally beginning to clear.
I love this kind of weather (except when I have to drive in it). Everything familiar becomes eerie and mysterious. The rest of the world disappears and there's just us here in this house, sailing along like a great ship, strange shapes looming out of nowhere and then disappearing again.
Ahoy there, my hearties!
