I awoke this morning to fog. I haven’t seen fog in a long time. I love being in the outdoors on a foggy day and feeling the comfort of feeling wrapped up. There is something magical about it. So, I went for an early walk around the Castle.

The fog has developed due to it getting a bit warmer and what immediately struck me was the wetness of everything. Little water droplets all over the trees and bushes hanging like little sacks of sparkling joy. Little jewels dressing the trees and bushes. The second were the birds. Ravens and blackbirds of all shapes and sizes rummaging in the grass now that the soil surface has softened in many places, no longer frozen solid. I assume they feed or seek food. Their caws and tweets echoing in the foggy world I found myself in. One noisy crow perched in a tree…