I could almost hear the rattle of past village life one before the motI love all the seasons and when the other day I had to go out in the fog , I didn't sigh I was elated.
The beauty of my village is shown to me all the more.
Of course I was going to visit the church graveyard!
The sun was trying to pierce through the fog as I walked past the working farm.
Far from feeling apocalyptic it felt homely