Swanknapped

I WAS going for a swim at 1.30, caught sight of swans gliding in thick fog [see extra].  

Two hours later the fog had burned off, I was sweating in my light fleece and the swim-time had passed.

No matter, the peacefulness of five young swans preening in the growing light and warmth in the freshwater where the burn meets the sea, was an unforgettable experience.  The whole of nature seems to be basking in these halcyon days.  I'm so glad the swans and the fog invited me to join them.

The melting of the mist is shown in extras and the progression from gloom to glow is shown in a set over here.

Soundtrack.