A grey mist clung to the River Teign and the surrounding fields this morning. We noticed it on our way to Newton Abbot and Chris pulled off the main road at Wear Farm so I could take some photographs. In a short while Chris drew in to the car park at the Passage House Inn where, every Saturday, Chris reads my blog posts to my dear old mum who is almost blind. He parked by the riverbank and, as you can see from my photographs, the sun coming through the mist cast an ethereal light on the scene of the river.