Foggy...

The fog stayed with us today; I don't know when it arrived except that at 3am it was bright moonlight, and it didn't clear till dusk. Then the rain returned ...

We had a strangely pleasant, if chilly, walk up above the Bishop's Glen at noon. The hillside echoed with the sounds of dogs. Dogs in the fog. Lost dogs? A dog whistle sounded like a hoarse bird, but we never saw the person who was blowing it. I made what struck us as a remarkably witty remark, but it's lost now in the fog of our declining memories. If it comes to me, I'll add it later. I'm dog-tired ...

We remembered! I said I had a weakness for doggerel ...

Hurrah.