Mountain mists

Up to the hills for a wonderful feijoada, in honour of a friend who left Rio after many years here and returned to his native Australia. Luckily for us, he’s drawn back from time to time, and twenty of us gathered to welcome him on his fourth visit.  Most people were staying at the hostess’s house, or with other friends nearby, but we had intended to return to our own house, a few miles away. However, the company was so good and we were all having such a great time that we’ve also begged a bed and are settling down for a cosy evening by the fire, watching the US Open between conversations.
 
It was beautifully sunny earlier, but by the end of lunch (around tea time), the mist was closing in and everything looked quite eerie outside.