The fog’s bollocks

Dense clouds of fog shrouded the high ground... I never stood a chance.

It seemed like it was about time to do another dawn patrol around the Chayne after several weeks of neglecting my duties, so I got up at seven o’clock this morning and put the .243 into its sleeve. Stars still lurked overhead, but as the car headed further and further up to the high ground, thick banks of fog started to sweep in from either side. Deciding that it was just patchy enough to carry on regardless, I pulled up into the farmyard at 7:15, just as a giant wall of bleak condensation swept in from the east.

I am not usually very optimistic first  thing in the morning, but I decided that it was sure to pass and headed off into the thickest part of the swirling veil. Although it hasn’t rained for a few days, the entire hillside was utterly soaking, and within a few yards I had soaked my trousers to the thighs. Dozens of fieldfares fluttered just within sight in the blue gloom, and the moon loomed down from above to show that, while the layer of fog limited visibility to less than thirty yards horizontally, it was actually sitting very low over the moor.

Red grouse cocks yammered happily off to my left and right as if the conditions were just perfect for them, and the morning couldn’t have turned out better even if they had planned it. After two miles, my hair was soaking wet with looming dew, and the grass all around was littered with delicate cobwebs, each detail picked out in shining silver by hanging droplets of mist. A couple of fat crows rose off the abandoned larsen trap, but their haste was ill advised, and they both became thoroughly lost in the fog overhead. They called and bawled to one another until I was back at the car, presenting fine opportunities for a shotgun on more than one occassion.

It had turned out to be a total damp squib. Getting home to find that the clocks had gone back overnight, I went to sleep off the extra hour.

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