It was not a feeling of delightful enthusiasm that shot through me when Findlay bounced into my room at 6:48am (yes 6:48 exactly) demanding a trip to Marbury Park. After feigning sleep for 3 minutes and hoping his dad would respond, there was nothing to do but admit defeat. And I am so glad I did.
Due to the early hour, fog and mist, we got to see one of our favourite haunts in glorious shades of black and white.
The Mallards drifted in and out of the mist.
Evening with the limited light, the perfectly flat water produced some stunning reflections and mirror images.
Sunken logs took on eerie personalities as we walked along the lakeside. I saw witches fingers, whilst Findlay saw a face watching us stroll by,
A few touches of colour started to creep in as it was time to leave.
A beautiful start to the day.
Linking to Our World Tuesday