By the time 11:00pm rolled around the fog became quite thick not quite pea soup (a few older poms will know that expression) the temperature had dropped considerably. The little OM had been sat on a tripod since 8:45 and had ceased becoming a magnet for condensation but I had left a protection filter on the lease just in case. However the tripod for some odd reason was dripping wet, something to do with the calf high grass perhaps?. Directly above the sky was clearer and a deep crimson that faded off in to the deep blue night sky. The moon was still quite bright in the north but the light hardly reached the ground to illuminate any detail. All told as the fog moved around it was like existing inside a JM Turner painting, quite an experience!
