When we got up, it was grey and the fog was thick enough to cut with a bread knife. So then, it was news and brekkie time first while we waited for the harbour fog to thin. Finally it began to reluctantly lift. Downstairs, there was a bike that had been there for weeks now. Well, we pushed our bikes off and headed out to the lottie. Oddly enough, the closer we got to the allotment, the foggier it was getting again. Moving about, we kept seeing all the spider webs and they were full of the fog droplets. They looked like works of art. We saw all sizes and types. They were too attractive to capture on film, but that didn’t stop me from trying. That one as from the side of a little foot bridge. Here’s another one, back by my bee hives and the greenhouse. Finally, this monster web by the members’ tool shed: Such lovely things, these. If they do not have condensation droplets on them, I do not always see them. As likely as not, I just walk into them, covering my face and hair. While the Bride is not wild about the arachnids, she really does appreciate the natural beauty of the these architectural masterpieces. As we paraded down to our lottie past all the fog-filled gossamer swags, we imagined we could hear Elgar’s number, annually featured towards the end of the Last Night Of The Proms. Hang on...I hear it on the radio now, as we speak. What a timing !