Freezing Fog on Bredon Hill.
I could see the freezing fog turning its back against the gusty wind, teasing the beech hangings and the sentry-like scots pines near Sundial Farm. I hurried my pace to get closer for an atmospheric shot but the mist saw me closing in. Word spread and the elusive, impish mist made its escape.
I just managed to catch its tails before they tumbled over the hill and disappeared.
I love winter walking…
