Frozen inversion

Woke up to freezing fog this morning with temperatures at -5' and I took a couple of shots in case the remainder of the day provided very little due to the forecast density and persistence of the fog.

I returned to my art class this morning for the first time since before I went to Vegas in December and it took me a while to settle back in. My lack of total concentration meant I was very aware of the morning outside and I noticed that the freezing fog kept moving, sometimes becoming denser and encroaching closer and then it seemed to lift again. By the time I returned home the day seemed much brighter and I was afraid I might have missed what I had expected could have been seen higher up earlier in the day. So I grabbed a very quick bite to eat, togged up and the dogs and I made our way to a high point on our usual walk and I was delighted to see what I had been hoping for. The view was very grey and misty to the naked eye and I wasn't sure until I got home whether the shot would be clear enough to use. But it was such a great sight to see the tops of the hills peaking through the freezing fog that I kept my fingers crossed that I would be able to share it. ...and here you have it! On the top of one of the hills you may be able to make out a mast. This is used for all sorts of communications and is another hill where I sometimes take the dogs for a good long walk.

We continued our walk and it was still quite cold with the lack of sunshine compared with yesterday. All was going well and of late I have relaxed a bit as far as Bruce is concerned as he has proved much more trustworthy at coming back to the whistle. Well just as we were nearing the point where I needed to put them both on the lead he disappeared and seemed completely impervious to my calling on the whistle. Eventually I took Cara off the lead and asked her to find Bruce. She dithered about a bit and then took off and didn't return - so I sussed out that she had found him in a place far too interesting to leave. Being golden and largish, Cara is easier to spot through the trees than Bruce and I eventually saw first her and then himself. I made my way up to them and they were both up to their middles in holes in what looked like a large rabbit warren. By the time I pulled them out and leashed them up they were covered in brown earth and looking a bit sheepish! Once home they both had a good wash down, Bruce in the Belfast sink, and then I had a cuppa and a chuckle at their antics.