Fog among the Fields
After a few days of peeking out of the window to a photographers dream and lazily turning around and snuggling back in bed, I finally rolled out of bed, downed some musli and hiked to the top of the South Downs Way.
Fifteen minutes later, as I reached the top, I had the most spectacular view; thick fog danced between patches of trees and the warm glow of summer crept over the horizon, hay bales scattered around the rolling fields creating long shadows and patterns.
It was such a beautiful morning, without another soul in sight. I embraced the warmth of the sun, the hills and birdsong and promised myself that I would venture out more frequently to watch the sun come up over the fields I walk in most days.
