This morning was particularly foggy. At 10am, you couldn't see beyond 50 metres. As I took the first shot, I could just make out a pair of ghostly figures walking across the ploughed field. The large clumps of turned earth would've made it heavy going.
By midday, the sun was burning up the fog.
By 1.30pm, the fog had all but lifted to herald a sunny day.
At the close of day, we are treated to glorious pinks on the western horizon.
beautiful skies
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