It was a beautiful autumn-gold day when I left the house this morning. By the time I got down to the river, the world was cloaked in fog.
It wasn’t the walk that I’d planned and so much more lovely than that.
With no-one else about, all sounds muffled, the other side of the water swallowed up by the mist, only the cry of the birds for company –
Everything was still, everything was muted, everything was dreamy.
It was like walking for an hour in another world, as far from the busyness of ‘reality’ as you could be.
And for the umpteen hundredth time I found myself thinking: I will never find the words for this, the gorgeousness of the world; no photographs can ever do more than hint at its loveliness, and my thankfulness.