The night of the advection fog
The strange white light in the meadow past the pine trees. Advection fog?
The running like a maniac back to the cottage for my camera and the sprint back out again!
The trudging thru the nettles and brambles and thru the pines to get a better look.
It only lasts for a few minutes, but how glorious is it?
Back to the cottage
This switching countries thing of mine is here again.
I have to leave Oxfordshire for a few months but I will take all my wonderful memories of this summer with me.