Fog! I woke to whiteness and the silence fog often seems to induce – perhaps the morning birds were so shocked by this sign of the coming winter that they forgot to sing. It was still early but I stomped along to Cosmeston, thinking migrating birds might have been forced down, unable to see clearly their routes south. I did locate one Spotted flycatcher but what really caught my eye were the beautiful webs, some designed by spiders but others perhaps by different small creatures, all dripping with tiny droplets of moisture.