A sea of mist

We have reached that time of the year when I don't have to get up impossibly early to see the sunrise, and I can see a sunrise and a sunset in the same day.  The sunrise was much finer.  The mist lay deep over the low-lying land between the Knott and Clawthorpe Fell, and the sun was climbing through higher cloud on the horizon.  The wooded whalebacks emerged from the sea of mist.

I debated whether to blip umbels at dawn, but the blip consultant advised this one instead.  As the summer growth decays, the skeletons of hogweed umbels stand architecturally above the nettles and bracken.