Misty Mendip Morning

Last night I crashed out early in the van with the dog, as the party raged on. Alison continued into the small hours. In consequence, me and Floss were the first awake and we got up and went for a walk.

We're high up on the Mendips and I was hoping for some stunning early-morning views, but the weather was drizzly low cloud, no decent visibility into the next field, let alone the far horizon.

But somehow this pale, grey, washed-out, gloomy view matched my mood. Things are broken; I need to fix them.