Light, we’ve had light and sunshine yesterday, what a joy. I scampered* out of the house at first light to the top of the highest (locally available) hill and watched the sun rise and kiss the hills. The sharp frost had shaded the landscape with verdigris.
In the photos below, what looks like water, just below the skyline is a pool of mist not water, that is smothering the towns of Stockport** and Manchester,
From my vantage point, I had no company, save for a cackling grouse, a hovering kestrel that was in search of a warm blooded breakfast and a dead sheep that was very obviously devoid of warm blood.
* When I say scampered what I mean was I drove as high as I could, parked in a layby and walked the last few hundred yards.
**There is no harm in Stockport being smothered in mist, it is an ugly town, I can only think of one redeeming feature, a very handsome red brick railway viaduct (then I put verdigris into Google and found something very beautiful in Stockport).