Our little village was swamped with fog this morning and it hadn’t lifted an inch when I got back home. I love the English fog, it’s so mystical.

The trees under which I park my car at home. The colors are gorgeous and the fog is starting to roll in now it’s nighttime.

A Remembrance Day memorial taking place in Coxhoe.

Mackerel fishermen on Horden beach this afternoon.

That’s the moggie’s Christmas treats sorted.

It was great to be out with the Ushaw walking group today. The rain held off until the end.

I spotted this garish post box in Spennymoor today, and for some reason, it made me think of Trump, who was beaten in the elections today.