Here is the small dog, listening for moles:
The advantage of fog (one of the few I can think of) is that it makes an excellent canvas. And since it sucks the colour out of everything, there’s no need even to think about anything beyond grey and black.
Those who consider cow parsley overrated, particularly when dead and fog-bound, do not venture further.
There are even more pictures of cow parsley here. Well there isn’t much else to snap in the fog in the winter in the late afternoon.
Except of course the windmill.
And there was one spot of colour, apart from Maizy’s collar. A hibernating ladybird clinging to the winter spars, dreaming of spring.