On Sunday morning, we awoke to a world gently blanketed in dense, grey fog. Around the streetlights, fading into dawn, halos shimmered. The hills, the rooftops, the edge of the garden, all were lost to the murk. By the middle of the morning, we were ready for an adventure, setting off for the woods. The road up to the hills was shrouded in gloom, skeletal branches wavering through the dimness. As we reached the top, rays of sunlight began to slice through, diffused by the fog, illuminating the beech leaves with a golden glow. The trees were delicately strung with spiderwebs, gossamer-thin strands all twinkling, as the light gradually returned. When the cloud of fog began to lift, mist patches drifted, like damp swirling smoke, over the houses below. The warmth of the sun melted away the frosty droplets on the grass, and the world appeared once more from beneath its foggy cloak: wet, bright, shining, beautiful and new.
Oh your words and pictures are just lovely! Thank you!
The weather was fantastic wasn’t it, we had the same here, it was all quite magical. CJ xx
ohhhh, magical indeed. What an amazing place to go for a wander. I want to step right into those photographs. The light in the first two images is exquisite.
Beautiful! I went on a similar hike this Sunday (near Stroud) & the world was such a small one for those first hours of the morning.
Only one word will do for these fantastic photo’s STUNNING….
So eerie and mystical…just beautiful – words and pictures.
A beautiful testament to your magical day. The second image, wow…almost too perfect to believe it’s real. Lucky you, what an amazing way to spend a day.
Fabulous pictures!!
Oh wow, these photographs are just beautiful!