One foggy morning...
This weekend I took Kit and Oz Trick or Treating. Nothing unusual in that you might think, but actually it is, it was my first time. We spent Halloween at home baking bread and fairy cakes to decorate with scary sweets and green icing. Two pumpkins were carved and zero fingers lost. It was good day.
This morning I was woken by the sound of playful cries and footsteps running, thumping away downstairs. Then I heard the sound of a ships fog horn. One of the joys of living by the Solent is that you can tell if it's foggy without even pulling open your curtains. I'm not going to lie, I sprang out of bed in a most unusual fashion.
Walking down the stairs I was met by Kitty.
'It's foggy!' I said
'I know! Perfect for a walk! Let's have breakfast and go!' she cried.
And so we did. We headed to Dibden Inclosure and it was wonderful, the fog lingering until 11am. The burnt gorse looking extra-creepy with the addition of fog. Very Hound of the Baskervilles. We counted even more fungi, counting on from the 812 fungi we found on our walk in the same area earlier in the week. our grand total? 1, 412. And yes, I had to verify every.single.one. I will be dreaming of them tonight, not a shadow of a doubt about that.
Kit and Oz tried their hand at learning the Monkee's walk, much to all our amusement!
I hope you too had a good weekend ♥