In the clouds

ONCE AGAIN, BEFORE THE POST PROPER, SOMETHING ELSE (I know, you all hope this is not going to become a habit, lol, me too ). A HUGE THANK YOU TO ALL YOU LOVELY GIRLS WHO HAVE JOINED THE "ALL THE COLOURS OF THE RAINBOW" SWAP. YOU ROCK! I'LL LEAVE IT OPEN UNTIL THE WEEKEND AS WE CAN STILL FIT A FEW MORE PEOPLE IN, AND WILL ANNOUNCE THE PARTNERS ON MONDAY. I AM SO EXCITED!!!

It is yet another gray, miserable looking day here in Sussex. Its funny how different I feel in France when the weather is grey and misty. There I don't mind it at all, because the scenery is so beautiful in any weather. Here, in town, it just puts me off doing anything. Humph. Going out? Nah, can't be bothered, its horrid out there. Do stuff in the house? Well, should do really, but I'd rather be reading blogs. Preparing for the two day fair at the weekend? Yes, I must, and I promise myself I will do it as soon as I have finished with this post. Hmmm. I could make this a very long post, of course, teeheee. But then, you would get terribly bored and go off in a huff never to return. Definitely don't want that. So, I'll be making face masks trios, facial serums, balms this afternoon. Sigh. Oh, and labels, oh joy, working out allergens.

Back to the weather, and France. You see, our cottage in France is right at the top of a hill, overlooking the village in the valley below. Very often in the mornings, the valley is covered with bright white thick mist or even very low clouds, which makes it look like a valley filled with snow, or a glistening lake, whilst we are in bright warm sunshine. Sometimes, we are right in the clouds as well, which is great fun, and makes for quite a mysterious atmosphere. I love watching the clouds getting thinner, the sun slowly poking through, and patches of blue sky appearing above us.
The following photos were taken a couple of weeks ago, when we woke to a world filled with glowing mist. It was really strange, one minute the clouds would thin so that we could see further than the end of our garden, and the next minute it was so thick that the world seemed to have disappeared. We went for a lovely womble with the doggies through this strangely quiet, half seen world.

The sunrise, always worth getting up for, but particularly spectacular that day-

A womble down the GR13, famous walking route, which goes past our cottage


One moment the clouds were thinning-

Only to close up around us again a few minutes later-


The doggies didn't mind at all