A magical misty early morning……

I hadn’t been out early doors for several mornings due to the rain, but the weather forecast said fine and dry for this particular morning, so as soon as my eyes opened at the right time….ignoring the earlier ones 😂….I got up and was out of the door.

I’d got up to give myself an hour to get the 30 minutes to the Westwood 🤣…. I wasn’t convinced there’d be anything to see of the sunrise as it was quite cloudy and been raining overnight, the puddles reflecting the light from the lampposts. It was also quite dark

…much darker than normal due to me leaving so early. But it was a friendly dark with the morning birds singing and it meant I could meander, no need to rush and get a wiggle on.

I could hear but not see the ducks, quacking their morning calls to one another. I’d crossed the road purposely so as not to frighten them with my footsteps across the wooden path, under which they sleep.

Through the traffic lights, permanently on green this time of day and out into the peace, open fields either side of me. Later, this road will be busy but not now; it lay silent and calm.

As I reached the golf course, no sign of the sunrise yet. A glance at my watch told me, ten more minutes. A low strip of mist hung over the pasture behind the mill

I could see the line of cloud in the distance which would delay the sun making it’s appearance and sunrise came and went without so much as a flicker of sight, but the sky was colouring

 Noticed my breathing was calm and shallow, the symbol of a relaxed soul, as I stood there soaking up the fresh morning air. No sign of the cows today 🤔 they must be at the far side. Unusual for the not to sleep in their usual spot but not uncommon. The sun still had some way to climb as a man walked by with his dog, raising his hand in recognition of my presence.

I could feel that it wouldn’t be long. The edges of the clouds now starting to glisten, an aerolplane’s perfectly straight path darting across the sky

I stood waiting for that moment; not sure where to stand for the best piccie. I knew once I was there I wouldn’t have time to faff. You’d be amazed at how fast the sun actually rises in reality.

I looked behind me, to see if any cows had snuck up without me realising, looked back, and there it was

Finally risen high enough above the low lying clouds and mist. Inch by inch, so smoothly, no juddery faltering. It was there. Still a slight haze of mist so able to take photos without it distorting the outcome.

I stood back away from the Mill with the sun on the left….

….then moved further along for the sun to be behind the Mill

Then finally lighting up the right hand side. All in a matter of a few minutes…..

As I began to walk back towards the road, the trees and meadow were being lit by sunlight, giving the whole scene before me an orange glow…

The mist towards St Mary’s and the faint image of wind turbines showed just how misty it was.

 When you’re stood in the mist it disappears around you, but as the sun shone down, it revealed its magical scene for all to see as another early morning was revealed walker also taking a photo

As I neared the line of trees, the Minster appeared in the gap

Standing in the relative darkness of the shade of the tree, made the grass in front look golden as the sun shone down. A cyclist stopped and also took a photo of this glorious morning

Almost at the road now, the cyclist still there. I’m glad they stopped and looked; seeing the beauty I see instead of cycling through it

If only that bench could talk…what stories it would tell…as if a light was switched on behind it…

Now back at the golf course drive with the sun now well risen

As I turned to head home, a group of cows came into view. They were all on the 18th green of the golf course next to the club house…as one lifted his head to see who goes there…..Must have been having a sneaky round before the human players appeared……😊

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

6 thoughts on “A magical misty early morning……

  1. Wow what photos Wendy. Particularly like the one with the cyclist taking a photo also. The cows I adore and a little giggle as I imagined them at the 18th hole taking a putt! 😂

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