There’s a heavy grey mist moving towards me across the Severn Valley.
Earlier the valley looked like an abstract painting with the Cotswold edge running from Broadway Tower to Cleeve Hill behind Cheltenham etched in black and grey. The fields either side of the River Severn were an eerie mix of translucent green and yellow formed by the sun through thin cloud, and the nearer ground sloping up to the Malvern Hills were muted browns and beige.
As I type the mist has rolled back and white fluffy clouds have appeared. It’s an ever changing vista.