A foggy walk

 I was undecided whether to go for a walk or not, It's been foggy here for three days, but becoming a bit brighter in the afternoons. I ate a filling lunch, then thought I need to go out, whatever the weather. At least it wasn't raining. 

I did my usual walk out of the village, along the edges of fields, and past the bench. Not a whisper of wind, all was calm, in the distance the sound of farm machinery. I didn't take any photo's until I was on my way back, and saw the huge sun about to go down in the distance. A sunset would normally be my last photograph, but at 4pm it wasn't yet dark. I zoomed in on the sinking sun.  

The fog was still hanging about.

It was damp, the air had a clammy feeling about it. 

No teenagers hanging about in the corner of the park.

No children in the playground. 

It was quite eerie. A car came past and was swallowed up by the fog. The street lights were starting to come on.  

I am always happy when I come back from a walk, feeling weary, and sitting down with a hot drink. Now I'm going to relax. If you click on a picture a slide show will open up. 

Thanks for popping in. We'll catch up soon.   Toodle pip.   ilona