Winter officially starts tomorrow, the 21st the shortest day but that cold gentleman put in and early appearance yesterday as I had a walk around Lytham and St. Anne’s.
This is the time of the year when I like to grab whatever chance of daylight happens to be passing, even when like this day there wasn’t a whole lot of it about as a thick fog settled in and showed little inclination to move on.
There’s an all enveloping silence that walks hand in hand with a thick fog. Traffic noise dwindles away and passing cars look like something from a silent film, an effect heightened by the muted colours and light. Moisture hangs in the air like undecided raindrops, while the fog eddies and flows, a land bound tide swirling about as people walk gingerly through the diffused light that strains its way through from the fluttering, overhead candle of the sunlight.