After Storm Bert, our temperature plummeted again. This morning a thick fog rolled in just at sunrise. I watched it climb from the sea across Croach Patrick and then across the fields, freezing on the grass and limbs. We never used to get fog, and when we did it didn't last. It's different now. We're getting fog more often and it tends to hang around a while.
When I drove into town this morning, the fog was so thick that I could not see to the next bend on our little road. Several cars and a tractor appeared out of nowhere. I managed to pull over into dodgy laybys, but I survived. Alex drove to Kilrush, and he said it was the same all the way down. It cleared for the middle of the day but reappeared as sunset.
The donkeys were disoriented this morning and were looking for ways to escape. They didn't want to leave their shed but I managed to lure them into the field for a few hours. They were very eager to get back into the shelter. It's warmer in there and there's food.
The vineyard is dormant now. Nothing to do at the moment, although the grass had grown and could probably use a cutting. More straw for the donkeys.
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