Your faithful blogger loves misty mornings by the river. Perhaps because the deeper, sub-conscious mind associates them with joyous times as a boy, Coarse fishing, usually for roach, when the float could trot quite out of sight in the enveloping fogs.
This is not a photograph of some carelessly discarded nylon. It is one of the amazing threads of silk made by the spiders in the night. This one spanning well over six feet. With a coating of misty dew it makes a fine indicator of how the weather is now distinctly Autumnal.
No river roach for me these days, too far away.
Never mind though, today I am surrounded by rivers that teem with grayling...
How blessed we are to be anglers!