Yesterday, just before dusk, a dense white fog descended on the Forest. I drove home with fog lamps lit , seeing just a few metres in front of the car and crawling at low speeds in case a pony or a cow wandered across the road unseen.
This morning, fog still covered the land,until the wintery sun began to burn through and wind from the south lifted wraiths of mist up into the sky and away from the snowmelt-sodden heath and Forest.
Fog clouds rising as the wetness of the land gradually evaporates away.
Sun through the fog banks above distant pinewoods.
Today I had no time to stop and walk, but I did pass by the stream at Wootton Bridge on my way through the Forest. The narrow road across the bridge and the hill beyond have been closed for over a week. Thick ice, from frozen water draining off the woodland verges, coated the long hill. On the first day of the freeze, cars were skidding and sliding into trees, into the ditches, through the bridge into the stream and into each other. By evening, "Road Closed" notices were in place.
The stream at Wootton Bridge was deserted today, but in the summer it is a popular place for families to picnic and for children to play in the shallows. Old trees leaning over the water are perfect for clambering over and a rope swing invites adventurous play. A stream that echoes with the splashings and excited voices of generations of children who have loved this place.
Muted browns across the heath towards Holmsley.
The lane at Wootton Bridge.
Streamside grassland still saturated with melt-water from the recent snow.
Delicate purple-red branches of young silver birches against a grey sky.
Old lichens on branches dipping down towards the stream
Later in the day, a strange, flattened image of the sun setting behind oak woods.
Dusk falls again and the temperature drops under a pastel winter sky. We may have more snow tomorrow.
Just in time. -
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