Misty Morn at Stenson

Ian took me out last night for a meal . After the small meal from the night before the servings at the Bubble were huge. I was very surprised that we had the moorings over night all to ourselves. When we turned up there were wall to wall "Canaltime" boats and luckily one moved of just as we got there. Then they all disappeared. Was it something we said? Maybe it was the smoke billowing from our chimney that put them off. (We had loaded it with wood thinking they might like the smell) This morning you couldn't see your hand in front of your face but to me there's something mystical about shapes emerging from the mist.