A Pea Soup sort of Morning

Pulling back the curtains this morning gave us a look into grey nothingness, the mist was so thick it was rather like looking through grungy grey pea soup.  We could hardly see over the back fence, let alone see the hills which were well hidden from view.

View over the back fence

Looking up and down our street was just as bad.  You could hardly see anything, and cars appeared out of the mist with the headlights dimmed by the heavy mist. 

Looking north up our street

And heading south

That’s us, taken from across the  misty road

An hour or so later the sun came out and the mist dissipated, helped along by a gentle breeze.  A pot of soup is simmering on the stove, the washing is flapping outside in the breeze, and the birds are fluttering around our bird feeder.  It’s turned into a lovely day in our little piece of paradise.