The day we woke up to on the 8th of October was wearing a veil of fog so dense that we felt as if marooned in a cocoon of cotton wool.
The weather forecast kept insisting it would clear up later, but for now the sun was having a hell of a time making herself noticed.
It was Friday, which could only mean one thing. Yes, we were more than ready for a spot of rummaging after a week's abstinence. We even went the extra mile and visited the charity shop on the industrial estate in Mechelen. One of our regular haunts in the Before Times (thank you, Sheila!), it had somewhat fallen from grace after our first post-Lockdown I visit last year. In fact, this was only our third visit in well over 18 months.
I will let you have a peek at my finds in a minute. But first things first, as the sun had finally managed to pierce through the layer of fog just as we'd reached our second shop, which was the one near the park where, weather permitting, we usually end up going for a stroll.
By the time we'd parked our car, a glorious Autumn day was about to be be unveiled, so we grabbed our camera - and the waffles we'd had the forethought to bring - and set forth.
The eagle-eyed among you might have already spotted that I was wearing the cord skirt I couldn't resist buying in a high street shop a couple of days earlier. I might not be averse to a spot of pattern mixing - surely that's the understatement of the century! - but sometimes I'm craving the blank canvas of a solid. Here, I even went a step further by going for neutrals!
The trees edging the park's ponds were silhouetted against a thin blanket of lingering, gossamer fog, diffusing the light and confusing eye and camera lens alike.
By the time we'd enjoyed our waffles while contemplating the world on a sun-warmed bench, the fog had packed up and left, leaving a bright blue sky in its wake.
Our Vitamin D levels satisfactorily restored after our circuit of the park, we returned to our car and drove home, where Bess was waiting impatiently for her lunchtime bowl of food.