I woke up to a ground fog yesterday, but could just make out blue sky if I looked up. I waited until it lifted enough to see the end of my garden, and set off for a little test run, after my tangle with the puppy the other day. Well, it went ok, I was achier than usual and the knee that I hadn't bashed was grumbling away, so I just did 3k🐌🐌🐌. Dogs and owners kept emerging from the mist, but all were well behaved. No sign of the canine torpedo that felled me luckily!
The mist started to burn off as I walked home. At one point a flock of goldfinches landed in a birch tree as I passed below, but they flew off suddenly as I tried to take a pic. So you lot are stuck with a view of an empty field in the mist 😁
I'm not going to risk a parkrun tomorrow, there is too much of me that's still hurting. On the plus side, I now have a very impressive bruise on my hip, so I can milk more sympathy from Mr grumpy. He brought me a cup of tea in bed this morning. Every cloud, eh! 😉