This morning we awoke to a dense grey fog which has wrapped the land in a clotted mass where even the trees in our garden appeared like ghosts in the mysterious sea of fog that surrounds the house. It seems to me that the fog encourages my imagination as I stare out the window and my mind creates stories around the ghostly shapes. There is nothing, but it presents something. Nothingness is not a vacuum, it is active.

The wonder of being somewhere and appreciating the beauty of nature – the spider web diamond jewelled – its texture, colour and shape – becalmed - what secrets does it hold? Slate grey puddles cover the surface of the land, reflecting the lowering weight of the fog above. There is no warm sun, no blue empty sky, only grey pressing down from above and a stone-grey earth below.