The Mist, the Mist

It is a strange old day here. Everything is monotone. Mostly grey. A mist engulfs us. The hills are invisible. Dampness pervades. A lone pigeon waits for us to put out some food.

By the way, when the mists descend I am always reminded of The Trollenberg Terror, a spooky TV drama. I am amazed to see that it was broadcast in 1956! It did make an impression on me. Does anyone else remember it, I wonder?