Mono Monday Misty Murkiness

The horizon was never far away, today. Or perhaps it was, but we never saw it. Warm air washed across a cold landscape, and we were enveloped by mist and fog. 

It's not cleared all day and it's not expected to clear tomorrow either. As I type the end of the front garden is lost to me, as the crepuscular light fades to grey.

We managed a walk, after Janet got back from a blood check (yes, she still has some, apparently), and watched the setting Sun disappear behind the woods to the west of the village.