Foggy.

It was very damp and foggy this morning. Sitting outside with the glass all wet and fog over the sea my only clear views were the narrow gaps between the glass of the balustrade and the handrail. Instead I focussed my attention on the sounds of the gulls, who were quite noisy and the shushing of the waves on the beach.

Eventually the fog formed itself into a narrow layer above the river and the bay. 

I had hoped the builders would be coming to finish off but once again it was a quick stop outside in the van before driving off again.

While Peter went off to the dump and town I cleaned everything on the deep windowsill behind the kitchen sink. Then I made a start on writing my Christmas letter as it will soon be time to send off Christmas cards. In last year's letter I said we were almost finished with the building works but although a few large jobs have been done almost nothing happened over the summer which was quite disappointing.

And then it was time for our Welsh class. We're still ploughing through possessive pronouns with all their different mutations and then combined them with adjectives which also needed soft mutation not related to the pronouns but because they came after yn meaning is.  

Later the fog cleared and anywhere in the sun was quite warm. Our north facing sitting room and terrace were not. But then again all the houses along the beach basking in that lovely sun are also liable to flooding at high tide. There are good and bad points to most things.