Baby it's cold outside...

Up early on a Sunday morning I open the curtains to fog! I love fog. I love how it makes the trees look even more skeletal. I love that it feels like it's raining in slow motion. I love how the lampposts sneeze their light through the murk and I love the way I feel like I'm in one of my favourite Margery Allingham books, the Tiger in the Smoke.

This is the view from Ma and Pop's front door at about 7.30 this morning. Hamish and Dougal were, quite understandably I feel, rather reluctant to venture into it!

It's also mornings like this that firmly shove me into the Christmas spirit... I know I'm succumbing to the whole bloggers who decide to descend into Christmas early vibe, but we cannot help it I tell you, although I'm resisting putting White Christmas into the DVD player at Nine am on a foggy November morning (with a considerable amount of effort on my part as I'm here on my own, all wrapped up in my snuggly cardi and thick socks) I've now been "catched" by it all..... Catched by views like this...