Before dawn on the marshes

I went to bed last night with the weather forecast ringing in my ears: Tuesday morning freezing fog. I wasn't disappointed. Not really freezing fog but more a mix of frostiness and banks of mist. Total loveliness. The tide was on its way out after the high about an hour earlier. Birds were calling in the distance. I walked almost as far as Nagden Cottages where the creek does a big 'S' bend. Then back home for much-needed coffee and porridge.