Fog on the motorway

Taking Costandina back to Winchester last night we ended up driving through quite a lot of fog on the motorway.

It was dark and the misty rain slowly started to thicken as we sped along the black road. There weren't many cars about and so we would only accassionaly catch up with the flared red beacon of another car.

The mist began to thicken until the floodlights on the motorway were shrouded in a ghostly grey. They shed feeble cones of watery light but served to show the rolling curves of the road ahead. The path of our headlights illuminated off the fog and every so often we would hit a patch right down at road level. The car would cleave through the soft silent tendrils and burst through into a more open patch of road.

The big motorway signs appeared to loom suddently out of the grey no longer as well illuminated by headlights dimmed by fog.

The thwack thwack of the wipers and Costandina's new CD's kept us company in our cocoon as the fog and rain ebbed and flowed outside.

All in all quite an ethereal spectral kind of trip. Then again it could have just been my rubbish eyesight wearing a pair of glasses with an out of date prescription as I continue to wait for my new pair to arrive