Foggy Morning

Dad headed off back to Brighton early so I drove to the bottom end of the moor overlooking a valley that I often wander through.

The fog was shifting and occasionally colourful, while amongst the bracken millions of haphazard spider webs glittered with dew.

When it's glorious Summer, you forget that the next season can bring new delights.

I then stopped off at the shop and got items to build the fattest sandwich ever. I'm amazed I'm still here frankly.