You couldn't quite determine if the sun was up or not yesterday morning. It was misty and murky and you could almost drink the air. We pulled on our boots and waterproofs and headed out across the fields. I love it when it's like this - the surreal feeling of not being able to see or even recognise the paths you walk every day. By the time we got to the sea creek it had lightened up a bit, and the banks glistened with moisture-laden webs. They looked like holiday garlands - elf lights - and we dawdled back, pointing out web after beautiful web.
Later in the day we were crossing the rail bridge near our house, and a man and his collie were crossing the other way. The dog was super excited, and we thought he was greeting us, but he ran right past us to the middle of the bridge and looked across, panting with anticipation. We looked questioningly at his owner, who sighed, shrugged, and said, "train". Sure enough, in a few seconds, a train pulled in to the accompaniment of frenzied barks and back-and-forth manoeuvres. It was the first time I've ever seen a dog herd a train and it was impressive. When the train stopped, so did the dog, in the middle of the bridge, grinning happily and looking very pleased with himself. A job well done.
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