I was surprised to see how much the view had changed when I came out again.
The return journey took me in and out of pockets of mist but it was completely mist free by the time I reached Coombe Wood.
The pond was clear - fish were lurking near the edge of the pond. The gardener stopped for a short chat.
Some of the fish looked as if they were glowing.
Clear reflections of the trees. No blue sky today.
Azalea buds on a tangle of branches.
These flowers are coming to the end of their life but it was lovely to pause and breathe in the delicious scent that had reached me before I saw them.
Water droplets hanging like tiny diamond pendents.
Delicate tiny flowers
A veil of little beech twigs with beech nuts.
The gardener in the distance clearing the paths.
Tiny snowdrops pushing their way up through the bark pathway.
The gardener stopped on his way past me to ask if I'd seen the fungus that I was standing close to. No I hadn't - I'd been so busy looking at the ground that I'd missed the big clusters of fungus up the tree.
The gardener also pointed out a tree which had snapped and fallen down leaving just a tall sliver of bark standing which I hadn't seen.
It looked as if a creature, probably a squirrel, had been using the bark-less surface of the fallen trunk as a table but had been disturbed and had left part of its feast behind.
The gardener carried on clearing leaves.
Dainty feathery moss on an old fallen branch.
This moss is on the corrugated roof of the long shelter - it looked glittery.
I got quite carried away trying to photograph the water droplets.
The droplets at the front were round and looked like miniature glass baubles.
A last look at the fish gently drifting among bare willow branch reflections
Thank you very much for joining me.