Oh god it’s going to be misty again. Here we go. Know what you want…know what you want…Ok, Ok, I’ve perhaps over-played this a wee bit, I’ll move on. But I can’t because it was misty again this morning – not in the place where I wanted it, but elsewhere. I say mist, it wasn’t really mist, more of a fog and there’s a thin line between the two. Mist dictates a high viewpoint overlooking a big landscape, fog beckons you towards a more intimate perspective. So what to do? Where to go? Too much mist basically means fog. And too much fog means no pictures.
![Rusting remains of mussel processing machine, Solway Firth, Cumbria, England.](http://blog.northshots.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/NS-PC-011244-600x400.jpg)
For crying out loud Cairns, stop rattling on. An hour in, the sun is up and OK it’s not perfect(!!!) but Loch Garten is flat-calm, the rasping song of the goldeneye reverberates through the forest and the distant bubbling of black grouse makes it, well, bloody perfect actually. What am I getting so wound up about? Really?
![Rusting remains of mussel processing machine, Solway Firth, Cumbria, England.](http://blog.northshots.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/NS-PC-011266-592x400.jpg)