Thick fog lasted all yesterday and is only as I write beginning to disperse, replaced by fine rain. The kind of thick fog we get here is usually only dispersed by rain - I think it is something to do with the height. Further east it seems to have been a much better day.
Today is our Poetry day and I still have to choose some of my contributions. So far I shall read Cynnddylan on his tractor (R S Thomas), Wild Geese (Mary Oliver) and Wordsworth's View from Westminster Bridge. So I need a couple more.
Tomorrow I have a visitor coming to stay so blogging may take a back seat for a day or two. I am telling you in advance because last time I missed posting for a couple of days folk thought that maybe I was ill. Very thoughtful of them, but no I am in good health and looking forward to my visitor.