Misty morning in the Severn Vale

Misty fields in the Severn Vale

A short walk before a pub lunch this morning in the expectation of more Spring sunshine. Instead a layer of early morning mist was still stubbornly hugging the low-lying fields bordering the Severn Estuary as midday approached; the eeriness emphasised by the regular low honk of an unseen ship's horn on the estuary seeping through the fog. The strangeness reminds me of the nearby Whale Wharf, so-named after a whale was stranded on the shore in the late nineteenth century, became a brief tourist attraction and was then towed to Bristol to be turned into fertiliser.