Through the fog, I saw a strange thing ...

IT’S been a winter of extreme weather.

The latest in my part of the midlands has been a series of heavy fogs.

Typically, the fog arrives at night, and, if it clears after dawn and there has been a frost, the day turns into a winter wonderland, every twig sparkling white in the sunshine. Some days it doesn’t clear – it lasts for three or four days and nights, giving the countryside an eerie, post-apocalyptic feel.