The fog rolls in - the fog rolls out

The sun shines through - the sun is blocked. And so the battle continues.
And does it look like we care much?

Except that Hubby and others who wished to leave the island on the early morning ferry were unable. This meant that Hubby had to work from home today.
And we say, "Hip, hip, hurray!"
All day long it really felt like I lived on an island...with the ferries' fog horn gentle sounding in the background. Romantic? You betcha.
(Some may say that its a good thing that it felt like I lived on an island...because that's what I do. However, those people are far to logical for me.)

May you always be able to find your way home
And may the warmth of the sun find you there,
Leanne