My First Mist
I’m not sure that this is the first blanket mist of the year – but it is to me.
Recently I have been climbing (walking up) Crook Peak in the dark. Each time I have been hoping to look around and see a beautiful dawn. This has not always happened, half my efforts have been a wash out. Today was not one of days.
I got to the top of the peak and it was still dark. The mist was pretty thin and distant hill of Brent Knoll was visible. The M5 motorway providing red and white lead in lines.
Gradually, the mist thickened and washed up Loxton Hill in waves.
The sun was yet to appear and the in the early dawn the clouds turned pink. The village of Loxton disappears into the mist.
Soon the whole of the Somerset Levels was under a white blanket. In the sky the moon could only look down on the top of Brent Knoll. The motorway had disappeared.
Brent Knoll becomes an island in the mist. Like the sea, the white mist repeatedly washed over the top.
Returning back down the hill into the mist sitting in the valley.