The Wrong Kind Of Mist

The last few mornings there had been bright sunlight with mist hanging over bodies of water. This morning I got up early hoping to find a shot of the mist. It turned out to be a very damp wet kind of mist so I couldn't find the elusive shot.

In the afternoon we went to watch the cross border derby match. Chester ran out convincing 3-2 winners. It was not as close as the score suggest and young Rooney hit a wonder goal.