The drizzle merged with the mists and the low hanging clouds and clung to everything around. The moss where the large Egret stalked was now a painting, perhaps Japanese in style. Pale cornflower blue hues met warm tans as the fine reeds framed the view.
Over at Hawes Water the distant pine trees loomed across the lake, ethereal and ancient, holding the old landscape, root and branch. Not much stirred, but what calls did echo across the waters evoked mystery and wonder as unseen beings floated their more than human messages through these timeless mists.
A woodpecker pinned the trees to the backdrop, nailing the emotion of the morning.