Those out there who have followed my blog know I love the beginning of a day, especially sunrise. When I have guests staying at "Old Chilli" I head down the street early to get the days newspaper and if it's market day I get some freshly baked bread. This morning when I headed down the street I was greeted not with a sunrise but lots of fog and drizzly rain. This didn't put a damper on my day at all - I love when it is foggy, almost as much as a beautiful sunrise. I always have loved fog, as a little girl I used to pretend I was in the middle of nowhere. Even as an adult fog gives me the feeling of being able to hide and it may sound strange but it also makes me feel cosy.