Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

I dropped W at the station in Norwich this morning and, as usual, took a varied route back home again.  This time I stopped off in Coltishall; it was a foggy morning and the mist hung over the river as a lone fisherman set up his gear and a boatman chugged along the water.  This mooring forms a little moat around the boatsheds in the centre and looked attractive in the gloom.