2006-01-19

A couple of nights ago we had the strangest mist descend silently upon the station. Like the dewy fogs you often get in England, but thicker, it only filled the first few meters above the ice and was clear above, so that the sun reached through picked out the highlights in the snow at my feet but distant buildings vanished into pale nothingness. From the buildings I could just about see out of the haze and to the milky, blurred horizon in the distance.

View of the Laws

Shrouded in mist

And back again in the morning