Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Fogging hell.

I've (quite rightly) spent the day at home behind closed doors keeping out of the dank.

A day when the fog came down and it never went back up. A day when the bare branches of newly shorn trees dripped relentlessly. Muffled sights and deadened sounds sucked up into piles of leaves in the gutters.

Getting ready for the fire service's most busy night of the year!!

Landscape two - Looking into Llyn Llydaw - crystal clear, freezing cold, sunshine on water. Halfway up Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon to me and you!!)

1 comment:

  1. Not brilliant bonfire night weather, is it? I usually like to walk up on the moors above us and watch the fireworks from there on Nov 5th... doubt I'll see much tonight.